Finding my path:
This is what it looks like when your mind is blown by draping class by Luz Pascal.
Sewing on Sunday
Serger gets the best of me....
Chippin' out at Mood, boooyahhh!
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Thursday
School Girl: a vision quest
Watch the learning curve unfold my friends.
Finding my path:
This is what it looks like when your mind is blown by draping class by Luz Pascal.
Sewing on Sunday
Serger gets the best of me....
Chippin' out at Mood, boooyahhh!
Finding my path:
This is what it looks like when your mind is blown by draping class by Luz Pascal.
Sewing on Sunday
Serger gets the best of me....
Chippin' out at Mood, boooyahhh!
Tuesday
Future Traveller: Art School
WOOOOWEEEEE!!!! I got accepted to Parsons!
uuuuhhh, yeah. woah. Spring 2010, February 1st. That's soon. No words can capture the excitement/fear/exasperation. I can't believe the overwhelming mix of emotions. Some days everything seems to fall into place cosmically. Other days it seems like the worst idea I've ever had. My friend Natasha says my doubts prove I'm sane. I hope so. I'm fulfilling a childhood dream to go to a fancy art school, in New York. (all cynical art school analysis aside) And I finally did it! I waited, worked, plotted and schemed to make this happen. It's been 9 long, treacherous and beautiful years here in Portland. I'm ready to loosen the ties and hunker down for some hard work. Now on with the task of uprooting one life and planting another. I'll be keeping up on posts, leaving a digital trail.This is gonna be a wild ride, Mr. Toad.
uuuuhhh, yeah. woah. Spring 2010, February 1st. That's soon. No words can capture the excitement/fear/exasperation. I can't believe the overwhelming mix of emotions. Some days everything seems to fall into place cosmically. Other days it seems like the worst idea I've ever had. My friend Natasha says my doubts prove I'm sane. I hope so. I'm fulfilling a childhood dream to go to a fancy art school, in New York. (all cynical art school analysis aside) And I finally did it! I waited, worked, plotted and schemed to make this happen. It's been 9 long, treacherous and beautiful years here in Portland. I'm ready to loosen the ties and hunker down for some hard work. Now on with the task of uprooting one life and planting another. I'll be keeping up on posts, leaving a digital trail.
Above is a collage I made depicted the ideal woman I would design for. The interspace, transcendental time and world traveler. Trippy!
Thursday
NYC O.H.W.O.W. Yr ASS is Killing Me
I feel like I've been drinking dirt juice and eating shit sandwiches for years now. Like an overfed house pet, I've had some good times, sure. But c'mon why oh why can't I just mosey to town and see this exhibit at ASS (Asia Song Society--clever guys, memorable too) with Leo Fitzpatrick n' friends. Why? Because, I still have a year to go and a total me revolution to undertake. Sonnofa...
Leo Fitzpatrick and what friends? Oh just...Rita Ackermann, Lizzi Bougatsos, Joe Bradley, Dan Colen, Tony Cox, Brian DeGraw, Gardar Eide Einarsson, Terence Koh, Andrew Kuo, Hanna Liden, Nate Lowman, Adam McEwen, Neckface, Agathe Snow, Dash Snow, Spencer Sweeney, Kon Trubkovich, and Fuck this Life.
I heart me some Jenna Jamison [despite Zombie Strippers, do over on that one]. Plus this exhibit seems to coincide with some research I've been doing for a friend who's moving to Miami. Miami?! Yeah, Miami. After the shock wore off, I did a little reading and found O.H.W.O.W. located there, an appendage of some pretty rad NYC art/music/club shit. I read about it in the Spring 09 issue of V magazine. [Enter crappy scan here--g-dang scanner i killlllu--clicky make bigger]
I have no idea what pieces will be at the gallery but here's a couple Ackermans to suck on.
Tuesday
Antarctic Snow-pocylpse + Design Love
Antarctica. These pics are the inspiration to future art. Breathless.
If only I could get Sera of London to recreate this for a bathroom and put a jacuzzi in the middle. Or a tea room where everything's covered in crystally snow and white. Like this lace wallpaper that is so over the tip-top but I like it just the same. I'm totally envisioning snowdrift print everything inspired by John Carpenter's The Thing.
[Just added these]
If only I could get Sera of London to recreate this for a bathroom and put a jacuzzi in the middle. Or a tea room where everything's covered in crystally snow and white. Like this lace wallpaper that is so over the tip-top but I like it just the same. I'm totally envisioning snowdrift print everything inspired by John Carpenter's The Thing.
[Just added these]
Thursday
Loved to Life and Death
Just returned from a week of ceremonies celebrating death and life. First a military funeral in El Paso, TX then a bar mitzvah in Pleasanton, CA. Me and the fella had a chance to escape the fam for the night to San Francisco to visit my great friends Ben and Jade.
After eating tons of pizza, bad chinese and nachos for 3 days I was dying for some hippy food. We wound up at a raw food joint,Cafe Gratitude. I loved it, bought their house made hot sauce and had a yummy shot "I am firey", I've been making at home ever since: noni, ginger, lemon, turmeric, cayenne, apple cider vinegar & agave..mmmmmm.
Consummately stylish, Jade was sporting a fierce crystal jewel on her tooth. "I want one!", I said immediately. Jade was on the horn in seconds flat arranging the bedazzling. Jade in a frenzy of texts and calls says, "Foxy is working an Edwardian costume ball. Costs $30 bucks and you have to wear a costume. But she said she'd do it in the alley."
When we arrived at the venue, skipped past the alleyway and walked in with the staff, up three flights of stairs to a goth-metal band playing on a stage set in hell. Foxy the talented young lady, brought her tooth bling kit for such occasions. Before you know it I'm plopped down in a make believe purgatory with a foxy lady rooting around my mouth.
...and TA-DA!
Also displaying their wares was Loved to Death, which is my new favorite thing. Love taxidermy, especially happy they use all the throw away bits in their pieces.
I bought a squirrel foot hair pin for $30.
The foot was handsomely packaged in a a mini coffin!
After eating tons of pizza, bad chinese and nachos for 3 days I was dying for some hippy food. We wound up at a raw food joint,Cafe Gratitude. I loved it, bought their house made hot sauce and had a yummy shot "I am firey", I've been making at home ever since: noni, ginger, lemon, turmeric, cayenne, apple cider vinegar & agave..mmmmmm.
Consummately stylish, Jade was sporting a fierce crystal jewel on her tooth. "I want one!", I said immediately. Jade was on the horn in seconds flat arranging the bedazzling. Jade in a frenzy of texts and calls says, "Foxy is working an Edwardian costume ball. Costs $30 bucks and you have to wear a costume. But she said she'd do it in the alley."
When we arrived at the venue, skipped past the alleyway and walked in with the staff, up three flights of stairs to a goth-metal band playing on a stage set in hell. Foxy the talented young lady, brought her tooth bling kit for such occasions. Before you know it I'm plopped down in a make believe purgatory with a foxy lady rooting around my mouth.
...and TA-DA!
Also displaying their wares was Loved to Death, which is my new favorite thing. Love taxidermy, especially happy they use all the throw away bits in their pieces.
I bought a squirrel foot hair pin for $30.
The foot was handsomely packaged in a a mini coffin!
Wednesday
Punk Rock Yukata
It is SO not summer! It's snowing like a beast today, and I'm snug as a bug in my thick leopard robe with a space heater blasting my toes. So I reminisce on my summer past and remembered these punk rock yukata I saw in Tokyo.
I went into a shop, Tsukikageya in Harajuku (across from Condomania!)and spoke to this woman
using my remedial Japanese about her yukata. These light cotton summer robes are worn to festivals, in ryokan (hotels), to baths, or at night to bed. I'm not into chinoiserie in general, a term recognized as anything Asian-influenced, although it literally means "Chinese-esque". Borrowing dress from Asian cultures-specifically just doesn't translate well in my opinion. Perhaps this is why I did snatch one of these up at around $100 each (without obi sash).
I went into a shop, Tsukikageya in Harajuku (across from Condomania!)and spoke to this woman
using my remedial Japanese about her yukata. These light cotton summer robes are worn to festivals, in ryokan (hotels), to baths, or at night to bed. I'm not into chinoiserie in general, a term recognized as anything Asian-influenced, although it literally means "Chinese-esque". Borrowing dress from Asian cultures-specifically just doesn't translate well in my opinion. Perhaps this is why I did snatch one of these up at around $100 each (without obi sash).
Tuesday
Sunday
Trainspotting
I took a train from Portland to Mount Vernon, WA. It's about 260 miles of some really beautious scenery. I've got the industrial trainhopping view:
And the pastoral:
They played "Some Like it Hot" with Jack Lemon, Tony Curtis and Marilyn Monroe on the train. That movie's fucking brilliant. But the real capper was overhearing the married-since-Jesus-was born couple talking about their sex life! I fer-serious always wanted to know if old married people still had sex. Mystery solved:
This scene comes on where Marilyn is throwing herself at Tony Curtis, practically eating his face. He's playing hard-to-get.
Then this lady:
Says, "She's kind of like me. I mean that's kind of like us."
And this dude:
Says complete dead-pan, "Huh, Whaddya talkin' about, Marion?"
And then she's all, "You know like me and you. I must have learned from her."
He's like, "Yeah, you must have."
WOAH!!
P.S. The man with the hipster plaid shirt on was 3-sheets trying to pick up on the wife.
Overheard Hipster Plaid Man say to the husband: "I left Belllingham when I was 18, so I don't know any Garys. I think all the Garys I know had a stroke. That was a long time ago. Guess I better get a drink. It's been a long dry day."
And the husband is all body-languaged out saying, "dude, shut the fuck up and stop trying to mack on my woman".
Old people pick up lines include:
1. Where you went to school/and or grew up
2. Who owned the properties in said surrounding areas and the development in those areas.
3. Family name and other people you know with the same last name.
4. Possible cousins you might have in common.
Dem's fightin' words, pal!
And the pastoral:
They played "Some Like it Hot" with Jack Lemon, Tony Curtis and Marilyn Monroe on the train. That movie's fucking brilliant. But the real capper was overhearing the married-since-Jesus-was born couple talking about their sex life! I fer-serious always wanted to know if old married people still had sex. Mystery solved:
This scene comes on where Marilyn is throwing herself at Tony Curtis, practically eating his face. He's playing hard-to-get.
Then this lady:
Says, "She's kind of like me. I mean that's kind of like us."
And this dude:
Says complete dead-pan, "Huh, Whaddya talkin' about, Marion?"
And then she's all, "You know like me and you. I must have learned from her."
He's like, "Yeah, you must have."
WOAH!!
P.S. The man with the hipster plaid shirt on was 3-sheets trying to pick up on the wife.
Overheard Hipster Plaid Man say to the husband: "I left Belllingham when I was 18, so I don't know any Garys. I think all the Garys I know had a stroke. That was a long time ago. Guess I better get a drink. It's been a long dry day."
And the husband is all body-languaged out saying, "dude, shut the fuck up and stop trying to mack on my woman".
Old people pick up lines include:
1. Where you went to school/and or grew up
2. Who owned the properties in said surrounding areas and the development in those areas.
3. Family name and other people you know with the same last name.
4. Possible cousins you might have in common.
Dem's fightin' words, pal!
