should i finish my education at parsons? should i find something else? what i really want to do is become a peace corps volunteer...what can i really do with my life? and who the hell do i talk to about it?
4.20.2008
floundering
sometimes i wonder if fashion really is the route for me...i am passionate about it, but im almost more passionate about traveling and experiencing other cultures. i'd do that in a heartbeat...
4.12.2008
london transport
thanks to a clive dilnot lecture, i was introduced to the london transport's posters...here are a few of my favorites
4.11.2008
4.08.2008
4.05.2008
3.12.2008
3.10.2008
3.06.2008
current events
why not be inspired by what's happening right here, right now? god, i watch it every single night on CNN...
idealism vs. experience
young vs. old
strong woman in a man's world
controversy
setting precedents
security, economics, reaching out to the "poor" people
change
3.05.2008
fall 2008 fashion weeks
new york:
- threeasfour
- ralph lauren
- rag and bone
- charles nolan
- vera wang
london
- roksanda illincic
- christopher kane
- erdem
- gareth pugh
milan
- emporio armani
- burberry prorsum
- bottega veneta
- prada
- gucci
- iceberg
- dolce and gabbana
paris
- victor and rolf
- balenciaga
- akris
- andrew gn
- chrisian lacroix
- emanuel ungaro
- dries van noten
- rick owens
- stella mccartney
- valentino
- giambattista valli
- celine
- alexander mcqueen
- rue du amil
- lanvin
an obvious preference for overseas designers...
50!
my 50th post in less than a week...but now my notebooks are all up to date! at some point i need to take the time to scan some drawings...
random from my phone
i found this in a book of katies's...dont remember which one
a cool pattern and palette from the floor of Purl
becher photos! these are at the met...have i mentioned how much i love watertowers??
letty lynton
this famous dress that joan crawford wore...
influenced fashion significantly, hence the middle dress below
(i had give up hope that i could ever find this photo again but i did!)
if only
so many times i've lamented the state of the fashion industry today in comparison with how it used to function for most of the 20th century. i had never quite figured out why it bothered me -- the speed, the knock offs, the competition...
maybe its because i see high fashion more as an art form than a business plan. to me its a chance to exercise creativity, producing something unique, innovative, interesting without working in a traditional artistic sense. artists are given time to develop ideas...while they do depend on selling their paintings, thats not their main thought -- they arent constantly under a time table or constantly pushed to do something radically different every time. fashion designers used to be like that too...fashion moved more slowly, so the art of designing could be practiced.
if only we could get back to that sensitivity...
holes
inspired by the pattern magic books...i found them at kinokuniya, thanks to my previous methods teacher
holes -- passageway -- both going in and coming out
organic shaped holes in outer layer -- all match up on edges
contrasting piping to emphasize
chiffon overlay with holes and piping -- see contrasting print underneath
gives impression of holes flowing over body
evening wear -- very constructed holes and shapes
mummification
a linen gown -- huge train
yards and yards of fabric, wrapped all up to shoulders/neck/face
linen? muslin? -- unbleached
rough vs elegant silhouette
our many deaths
Lady Lazarus
Sylvia Plath
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it --
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify? --
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like a cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot --
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies,
These are my hands,
My knees,
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
Its the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
"A miracle!"
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart --
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge,
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood.
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
....
how do we think of death? what is dying?
from ted dekker's blink:
"Miriam had once told her mother that a saudi woman dies three times during her span on earth. she dies on the day of her menses, when she is forced to don the black veil and slip into obscurity; she dies on the day of her wedding, when she is given as a possession to a stranger; and, most mercifully, she dies when she finally gives up her ghost. the statement had earned her a slap."
eyes
are interesting things...
different colors
what does it see?
what do you see in it, both figuratively and literally?
"window to the soul"
little house on the prairie
i know that designers have been inspired by bohemian looks a lot...but what if you took fashions on the prairie and transform them? how do you give it an edge?
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