Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Hmmmm

I was reading Hipster Runoff....yes I read hipster runoff, and guess what? I enjoy it too.
It's irreverent, ironic, and occasionally relevant. Any way I was reading a post about PBR maybe not being cool anymore and I started to think about what my alcohol choice said about my own personal branding. So now I'm trying to find a beverage that will get me toasted and at the same time add to my image/kewl factor.

Something cheap and boho maybe slightly intellectual: like a famous write might have drank himself to death with it.







I would choose Soco but it's too sweet and makes me want gag when ever I drink it. It sorta makes me feel like a bad southerner.




I think maybe I should start drinking colt 45. I am black but not very stereotypical black. It would be ironic for me to drink it. Then maybe I could start smoking menthols like kools.

warning this blog is a carthatic post and is rife with bad grammar Its simply a concious stream of thought

This post has nothing to do with fashion or design or art. Or maybe it has something to do with all of those things. See they all have a a place in my life. They give me meaning. My evolution in all of them relate to my evolution in myself. I sadly haven't even thought about fashion in the past few months. I don't know....maybe It's not me anymore. Or maybe I'm just going through a phase right now. I can't say that I've been busy. I haven't been doing anything besides drinking and wallowing in my own loneliness. Wondering when I would be truly happy again. And then I got pissed. Pissed at everyone for being happy; for being able to find peace. And for those who couldn't find peace like me. I got pissed at them too. Because they brought me into their sadness. Misery does love company though. Too bad my misery is anti social. I can't help but wonder if I even like people or if I just don't want to be left alone with my own thoughts. That's probably why I have an internet addiction. If I turned off the computer and tv and just sat by myself I wouldn't know what to do.

But, all of this is about to change. I'm going to be fruitfull this summer since I'm not going to school next semester I need to do something to keep myself busy besides working a dead end job that hopefully won't become my life. Their all pretty much pipe dreams that probably won't happen but damnit I won't let that happen. Idk if it's me being bipolar or if all the good karma I've racked up is finally helping me out. But, I've become inspired. Hell yeah. and hopefully I will have the energy to upload inspirational images i find to help me out. So yeah new creative ventures and life change.
----Work out and get the hell in shape. I'm gonna tone my skinny body and by the end of the summer ill look like a Dior homme model then I'm gonna get a tattoo to commemorate the summer....but only if i can get in shape. The tattoo is my reward
----I want to start a Salon and showcase creative endeavors of me and my friends. We have so much talent but no outlet.
----"Dinner" or that's just a tentative name for a multimedia project I want to start on. It would encompass video, photographs, sound, and installations of found objects, recording the meals I have with friends. I've had some raucous times and some great conversations. It's nothing new. But it sound interesting to work on.
-----I just recently had an idea to start a series of fictional letters to my imaginary lover that I might one day have. Somewhat modeled after french love letters during the days of royal courts and swooning aristocratic ladies.

thats enough......maybe this blog isn't about fashion anymore? Maybe it is? I don't know yet? I hope it still is?

Saturday, March 28, 2009

This post really means nothin



I know this has nothing to do with fashion but lately I've been thinking of everything but fashion. You know......relationships, lost love, non existent love. Basically, the fact that I'm alone and it seems as if everyone else are finding someone. So, I've started retreating into other outlets to either help me understand myself better or to atleast numb the annoying buzzing pain I get when I am around a couple or someone talking about being part of a couple. But anyway part of my distractions has been interiors and decorations. I'm obsessed with moving within the next several months. And the most exciting part about moving is the fact that I will be able to decorate my very own place. Yes, yes.......I'm a big mo. But, I've lived with my parents for the past 20 years with a few brief interludes of campus life. And while that was freedom, living in my place will grant me the freedom that I can never get at home or on campus. But anyway. I found a fresh take on how to display photos without using pesky frames. Instead, you can use glass jars and bottles.

Monday, February 23, 2009

IDK what this means

I haven't posted in a long time. It's kinda depressing actually. I've been in a bad place in my life and instead of taking proactive steps to making my life better. I've just been wallowing in my own self pity. I've moved back in with my parents which is rather disheartening. Now it seems as if New York is years away. For some reason when I walk into my house I feel this stifling opression come over me. I can't think or feel creative at all. My parents go to bed at 10 and constantly complain about me being too loud and coming in too late. I'm currently looking for a job and new place. I feel a new start with a new place would make me feel better.

Okay.....this is a fashion blog so I feel I should say something about the NY collections that just ended and the London collection that just began.

First off. I had very few favorites. It seems like many New York designers are letting the recession get to them. There were three camps of designers in NY this fall. The first are the ones who let the economic slump overpower them. They delivered severe clothes with no real panache. Some say in these uncertain times where even the big names are hemorrhaging money, designers should stick to special pieces that will weather trends and the recession. We'll find out later if they are right when stores put in orders for the collections.

Then there are the designer who feel they must force a kind of optimism on us. Marc Jacobs I felt did that. His clothes were full of color and print. He was inspired by the 80's and going out. When girls used to spend all evening devoted to preparing themselves for a night out on the town. Each girl had her own individual make up and hairdo. It was good concept, but in reality the collection felt like a fashionable Frankenstein. A mish mash of elements and ideas. He fused them together and shocked them into life with mood music. But, like Frankenstein the collection lacked the true light that makes something thrive and live with the veracity that is good fashion.
Another collection that forced optimism on us by ignoring the economic slump all together was Marchesa. The two design partners unveiled an escapists collection. They'll no doubt be a hit with the Hollywood crowd. Their clothes are glamorous and pretty. But, sometimes feel overdesigned.

The last camp of designers were the smart who stuck to their guns. They made clothes that they loved and it showed threw every seam and cut. Fransisco Costa at Calvin Klein, Vera Wang, Alexander Wang, Doo Ri, Chado Ralph Rucci, and Ralph Lauren were all standouts.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Disheveled Perfection








































(www.refinery29.com)
I found this on the website refinery 29. This is Anna Ifould taken in SoHo, New York Cit.
I lover her outfit. Its so androgynous. I wanna try and pull it off. Uhhhhh she looks uber cool.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Why!?!





















Why must I love Ann Demeulemeester so much? I couldn't afford a tie from her. She makes such covetabel pieces that are sensual and sexy.



I need these boots badly.



(pictures from www.stylehive.com and www.momscape.com)

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Party Make-up

Lately, I've been needing to step my party game up. Too long have I just showed up in a cool outfit with the feeling that something is missing. Well, I figured out what's been missing. Make up. So, I'm finding runway and editorial inspiratio for my next party appearance. Too bad I can't put any of these new found ideas to good use this New Years Eve Night. Seeing as my parentals have decided that I am to spend New Years Eve with the family tonight. Ha.... I've been in my room all night researching make up and party pics.

So I will be spending my New Years Eve like Sarah Jessica Parker in Sex and The City; curled up in bed, except there won't be a touching scene at the end of the night.