Thursday, May 31

Favorite line from today

From Running with Scissors: "I'm decoupaging my rejection letters here."

Style inspiration

Style penetrates all the pores of our lives; it is more than our bodies, it is in our homes, beneath our food and between our ideas.

BREATHE DESIGN: Factory People

Factory People is closing on South Congress, 30% off everything. Going through these clothes, it's interesting to balance what you actually love for pure aesthetics and what you'd actually wear. As always, I'm leaning towards the former.


Nothing is more inspirational than street fashion.

Sunday, May 27

CFW shops and healthcare in Africa

"Despite the stunning advances in medicine during the last half century, over 25,000 children die each day for want of medicine that costs less than a cup of coffee."

Imagine 25,000 dead children in your front yard and imagine how differently you'd live life then. This morning, I watched the PBS show, NOW, about franchising pharmacies throughout Kenya as a model for healthcare infrastructure and drug distribution. I think it's worthwhile to look at for those concerned with the AIDS epidemic and innovative nonprofit solutions for human rights and health crisis worldwide.

Thursday, May 24

Russian modernism and Oscar Wilde

"Life itself is an art, and has modes of style no less than the arts that seek to express it."
[Oscar Wilde; Pen, Pencil and Poison]

Tuesday, May 22

Marc Jacobs

NEW YORK, September 11, 2006 – Pachelbel's Canon, even Brian Eno's version, isn't the sort of music you expect at a runway show. And a bucolic backdrop of rolling hills behind a catwalk that, in turn, was painted lawn green and elevated over a river of mint candies isn't the kind of setting you see every day of fashion week, either. But Marc Jacobs has such a surfeit of cool, he got away with both—and then some—at a spring show that was strangely beautiful (as ever), if a little esoteric.Backstage, he was mum on literal inspirations, speaking instead of "light, kindness, peace, and generosity." The light part made a sort of sense. Jacobs' palette consisted of white, cream, black for contrast, and ombréd grays, with flashes of brilliant holographic sequins. And from a shirred tulle bomber jacket with a furlike appearance to a drop-waist tiered lace dress that evoked Poiret, there was a certain romance to the collection. Layered jersey tees, billowing brushstroke-stripe silk dresses, and deconstructed à la japonaise cashmeres had an appealing softness.

Thursday, May 17

Living in Sin

She had thought the studio would keep itself;
no dust upon the furniture of love.
Half heresy, to wish the taps less vocal,
the panes relieves of grime. A plate of pears,
a piano with a Persian shawl, a cat
stalking the picturesque amusing mouse
had risen at his urging.
Not that at five each separate stair would writhe
under the milkman's tramp; that morning light
so coldly would delineate the scraps
of last night's cheese and three sepulchral bottles;
that on the kitchen shelf among the saucers
a pair of bettle-eyes would fix her own --
envoy from some village in the moldings...
Meanwhile, he, with a yawn,
sounded a dozen notes upon the keyboard,
declared it out of tune, shrugged at the mirror,
rubbed at his beard, went out for cigarettes;
while she, jeered by the minor demons,
pulled back the sheets and made the bed and found
a towel to dust the table-top,
and let the coffee-pot boil over on the stove.
By evening she was back in love again,
though not so wholly but throughout the night
she woke sometimes to feel the daylight coming
like a relentless milkman up the stairs.
[Adrienne Rich]

How my heart behaves

i miss our first night in paris, the first night to take all first nights.

Polar Americans

Every time I do this, I tend to feel awful at this cultural phenomenon that is "blogging." With audience in mind, I find that writing is more and more difficult in every attempt that I make towards lucid ideas and provocative thoughts. It seems to me that every night, I stay up and am unsure about exactly how I improve at all as a person.

For the most part, like tonight, I watched a documentary This American Life", which in its brilliant perspectives and eye-opening sequences has caused me to feel both small and disrupted in my experiences. I was touched by the ironic conversations and story-lines but also, by the irreplacable humanity of the entire show. Particularly of these ordinary people who themselves were not so ordinary in the culmination of the things that they've experienced.

In other words, their stories would have been unspoken without the show. For example, I probably would have lived never know that there are people who take pictures of the sun at 6PM every day in hopes of capturing religious iconography. It's heartbreaking and real and makes you realize how limited even your peripheral visions can be. In their own unique ways, the show seems to allow them to show their unusual stories as the audience relates them to their strange but endearing perspectives. I have to say, I haven't felt strongly towards a program in such a long time, it's like animal planet but with people in our society's social wilderness - watching them resembles the enormity and alienation that I feel watching bird's migrate or polar bears hunt for food.