Monday, March 29, 2010

the heart of the woods & what I found there

Have you heard of Katie Gallagher? 
You probably have. You've probably stored the name in the
back of your mind and thought of looking into it on a rainy day.
Well this past Sunday WAS a rainy day, and I just so happened to run
into Ms. Gallagher herself ( it's true. New York really IS that small).
So having her silvery blonde hair imprinted on my brain throughout 
the course of the day, I did some digging.
And now that I know a bit more, I think it's safe to say that 
her designs are anything but an afterthought.

some of her sketches
photos from her spring 2010 collection
This is a photo of her, and models from her show!
more sketches
her fall 2010 collection. 

all photos courtesy of Katie Gallagher's website.

hope you're all having a happy monday!

Sunday, March 28, 2010

a sunday story.

The crows sailing overheard perhaps watched me while I took this survey.
 I wonder what they thought: they must have considered
 I was very careful and timid at first,
and that gradually I grew very bold and reckless.
A peep, and then a long stare; and then a departure from me niche
 and a straying out into the meadow;
and a sudden stop full in front of the great mansion,
 and a protracted, hardy faze towards it.
'What affectation of diffidence was this at first?'
 they might have demanded,'What stupid regardlessness now?'3606845570b93aeb98ce.jpg
Hear an illustration, reader.
A lover finds his mistress asleep on a mossy bank;
 he wished to catch a glimpse of her fair face without waking her.
He steals softly over the grass, careful to make no sound;
 he pauses–fancying she has stirred:
he withdraws; not for worlds would he be seen.
All is still: he again advances: he bends above her; a light veil rests on her features:
he lifts it, bends lower;
 now his eyes anticipate the vision of beauty–
warm, and blooming, and lovely, in rest.
How hurried was their first glance!
 But how they fix! How he starts!
How he suddenly and vehemently clasps in both arms the form
 he dared not, a moment since, touch with his finger!
How he calls aloud a name, and drops his burden,
 and gazes on it wildly!
He thus grasps and cries, and gazes,
because he no longer fears to waken by and sound he can utter–
by any movement he can make.
He thought his love slept sweetly:
he finds she is stone-dead.
I looked with timorous joy towards a stately house:
I saw a blackened ruin.

Excerpt from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
Photographs by the amazing Olivia Grace Bolles, who at just 15 has grabbed the attention of Dazed & Confused magazine! Congrats!

in need of sleeping off the sunday weather blues.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

eternally children

I was fooled! I thought for certain that the cold weather had called it quits.
I mean, the cherry blossoms were starting to bloom, the tulips had sprouted...
But, alas, winter coats are once again a requirement. 
While toughing out this last bit of chilly air, I've found comfort in 
the Swedish film, "Let the Right One In", and flipping through 
the fall 2010 lookbook of Istanbul based Eternal Child
(another W29 favorite). Okay. It's awful to look at such wonderful designs
when they are so far from reaching stores!

Oh well, cross your fingers for warmth next week!

"Let the Right One In"