Wild Keiki

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Under Pressure.

Busy Busy week.

These are some Valentines that I made,

and a shot from my studio work this week.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Ready or Not. Here it comes.

If you haven't already heard,

New York Fashion Week Fall 09

starts Friday the 13th.

And with the trunk shows at Bergdorfs

and Warehouse sale about to start at Barneys...

there isn't really much else on my mind

but fashion!

Here's a bit of what was shown

at the Spring 09 Couture shows.

Chanel

Christian Lacroix

Valentino

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Alone.

It seems as though the world is anxiously waiting for spring.

But I'm not quite ready to shed my layers and break down my walls of cozy quietness.

So as New York is dawning on its first days of warm weather, I'll be biding my time in the depths of my blankets.

While I was out with my parents today, I found this pocket-sized book of Edgar Allan Poe's poetry.

From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were-I have not seen

As others saw-I could not bring

My passions from a common spring-

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow-I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone-

And all I lov'd-I loved alone-

Then- in my childhood-in the dawn

Of a most stormy life was drawn

From ev'ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still-

From the torrent, or the fountain-

From the red cliff of the mountain-

From the sun that 'round me roll'd

In its autumn tint of gold-

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass'd me flying by-

From the thunder, and the storm-

And the cloud that took form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view-

"Alone" by Edgar Allan Poe

photos from Ffffound.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

love: A lifetime of irrelevance

photo by Rodney Smith

In the short lifetime I have lived thus far, I have learned to cope with the idea of love. I have yet to understand it and I believe the majority of us never will. There have only been a handful of men in my life worth mentioning, and only a few of them earned my love. None of them have yet been able to keep it.

I'd like to be the first to blame age as a main factor in this ordeal. I'm a firm believer that youth is meant for mistakes and freedom. A wild horse does not want to be tamed any more than a teenager. Though my teenage years have come and gone, most of my beliefs on the subject have kept their roots firmly planted.

A second factor in love is knowing who works best for you. It's obviously not the easiest task to undertake and in all fairness, your taste will probably change every seven years or so. In my case, there has only been one characteristic that each love has shared with the other. That is, of course, music. Musicians. Managers. Roadies. Every member of this world at one point had a chance with me. Because at one point, this was my world. Unfortunately, this world is unrealistic and so, I moved on.

A third, and in my case, most important factor in love is location, location, location. So far, I've failed miserably in this area. The last two that I've fallen for had the undesirable quality of living in different states than me. Coincidentally, this was the only common ground that the two seemed to share (it goes back to that whole knowing who works best for you theory). While one had no desire to go to school and liked drinking himself into a drunken coma every weekend, the other was knee deep in grad school and never had had a drink in his life. They were night and day and I loved them both.

This is an excerpt from a story that I'm working on.

It also happens to be the story of my life.

Anyway. I don't want to think about love.

I just want to think about summertime.

And driving to the middle of nowhere just to escape reality.