Candy

If there was a fashion goddess who lived on the moon, she would spin gently structured organza cotton candy while watching over the other planets. She let out a giggle and subsequently create voluptuous jelly-fish-like ruffles in her pale colored tulle. When she was feeling passionate about something, she'd simply part her blossom like lips, and out would come the most luscious red colored ball gown that anyone had ever seen. The soft yielding feathers she changed out every night in place of her pillows would later be reconstructed into delicious baby doll dresses. Is this goddess of the moon Marchesa?

[Marchesa Fall 2010]

Adornment

What do sierras of ugly, muted, and old snow add up to? Ennui. Sometimes, this ennui can be useful. Rather than becoming a lethargic slug, one's brain goes into survival mode. Forget about laying around, forget about monotony! Out of ennui, hatches a golden egg of creativity. Boredom often leads to resourcefulness at it's best.

With my abundance of time I decided to make some earrings.

Death is a Star

Designer Alexander McQueen was found dead at his London home on February 11, 2010. A man whose talent was appreciated throughout the industry, whose work was revered around the globe as art, whose imagination was boundless, without constraint or inhibitions. What the world lost when McQueen left, yesterday morning, was inevitable and fated inspiration. What Mcqueen's close family and friends lost yesterday was Mcqueen as a person. It's undeniable that Mcqueen pushed boundaries with his garments. With his costumey garb and nigh fatal footwear, Mcqueen will not be forgotten. Yes, one of the great icons of fashion is gone. But what will come of this is the greatest respect of his body of work. Mcqueen left behind his art, and that's one thing that will never perish. Let his death only immortalize him. Let the name of Mcqueen be heard, and let it be canonized.

Fashion through a postcard

Vintage Postcards are pretty interesting things. They are often at first glance, banal things, but once read and unwound, the history that uncoils is rather startling. A scrutiny of the future. From these postcards, words can be uncovered. Histories can be confabulated. Images can unravel other worlds. This particular postcard, happens to be from 1909. Written by a woman who traveled overseas to go hat shopping in Paris, she exclaims with glee how her time is being passed.

"Paris- May 14th Shopping in Paris may be one long sweet dream, but trying on hats is more like a nightmare. We have tried on tubs, peach-baskets, and umbrellas- the result is I have a "creation" that Guy says looks like a flower garden running riot. Love to all- Anna G."

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Repetition

So shout until your hear no more
But don't you ever ask yourself why
The repetition kills you, the repetition kills you, the repetition kills you.
- The Black Ghosts

Give me contrast

Miu Miu s/s 2010 was like some kind of exotic remote control god putting all the things I love in a colored glass bottle, shaking it gently, and coming to me and asking me what it is I desire most. Oh, fashion genie, It's contrast that I want the most!!! Conflicting fabrics, colliding concepts, clashing clashing pastels, nudes, and pales - that's what I love! Super-size-me braids, frivolous platforms, and gaudy galore! It fits together like a puzzle of childlike silliness and adult cutouts of seduction to equal perfection.

COPPER

I love copper. The color itself is draconian, but at the same time endearing. Benevolently pulling one in, along with expectorating and spitting back at the onlookers. Copper is a cogent. Copper is malicious. Copper with assorted beads and organic forms is out of this world!




A copper bracelet I made with found shells and other beads...