Sunday, April 24, 2011
so just in time for spring...(almost seems contrived that they coincide and by they i mean continue reading)
ive decided to make a journey into color. thats right color, ladies and lads and AND print!
new york has somehow smacked the color out of me, to replace it with shades of grey, a spectrum of dingy whites - and yes that includes armpit stained v-necks that ive had since college. a damn shame! a plethora of black ensembles, almost 2 weeks worth of separate swappables (thank you fashion week and PR internship) that (although) they make me feel like quite the new yorker :
-black leather jacket
-black lace up boots
i also feel like ive lost what made me so quirky before. :(
so i say hey why not share with the world my journey back to individualism from collectivism, and the colorful anecdotes in between. besides, is that not what 2011 is all about anyways, transparency??
lets begin with mah inspirations. my color theory. my delightful reflections.
[all images are by one of my favorite artists Thomas Nozkowski. some of his recent work & sketches.. which i had the pleasure of viewing in the chelsea galleries in late november last year]
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
please click on the link...you will be jolted into a world of print/pattern/&color which i have already had the pleasure of enjoying (thanks to Jak & Jil blog ;)
you've scrolled past it and didnt even bother, well imma post some pictures anyways fool!
parsons cred. whoot whoot.
umm blogger im thinkin i might need a new layout...these pics are way to small... -___-
the main reason i came on here to post was i was trying to figure out how the hell to get in the game of fashion event production when i stumble upon alexandre de betak's (renowned fashion event producer for vickie seeks, dior, jimmy choo, among others...also an artist and furniture designer) video of the home he designed for himself. found this :
cute little ash tray he designed that i thought was interesting, among other things in his home...
home is gorgeous beteedubs. deep sigh. ONE DAY.
shall i get back to writing my paper? thinking of a storyboard for the concept of my own promotional video due on monday!?
Saturday, March 26, 2011
working on a project for my PR class and i stumbled upon these gorgeous pictures of these Sudanese beauties (you know i love me some sudan) and i had to post them.
The winter issue of Arise features fashion models Ajak Deng and Ataui Deng donning a wardrobe of tailored pieces. Photographed by John-Paul Pietrus, the models stalk the Paris streets in this seasons tonal take on masculine tailoring looks from the likes of Moschino, Viktor & Rolf and Cerruti styled by Sabrina Henry in ‘Le Rendez-vouz’.
on a side note
the moment from last night went a lil' something like this (making today's wotd hit a bit close to home/heart (might have to explain later))
there's no right answer...this is all wrong. i seem to have a knack for breaking my own heart. self-sabotage. delusions. naive actions. indecision. and always disappointment. i'm starting to see a reoccurring pattern and i'm at the core of it. such a lonely island, pushing everyone away, surrounded by my past and insecurities. how do i get off? the heat is so painful, the tides coming in.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
(that gave me goosebumps.)
" a brief history of time"
the whole history of science has been a gradual realization that events do not happen in an arbitrary manner but rather they reflect a certain underlying order, which may or may not be divinely inspired." - stephen w hawking.
i consider it all to be divinely inspired..but thats just me. I cant imagine ever leaving new york now that i've been here for a couple months. but its weird, i thought i'd left parts of my old life behind in georgia but here they are nippin' at my heels.
going to dc tomorrow, really excited about that. got some work to do and hopefully ill be back soon. ill have local natives on repeat (along with Adele's 21) until we meet again.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Saturday, November 27, 2010
one of those in between moments. not quite happy...not quite sad. more of a longing.
but its very brief.
a longing to have things be as they once were (ironic because they could never be as good as they are now), so a sense of nostalgia.
"home" with all its reminders around every corner, every street and grocery store, every restaurant and parking lot (and even the town christmas lights)...when will the memories ever go away? and the hurt what about that? how come the good memories push way past the bad ones? why have those faded away?
as quickly as they come, the feelings are gone. the uncompromising reality of life waiting...waiting.
the facts alone, which i often rehearse to baffle strangers, offer some hints as to why love is a curious concept to me.