au revior gauloises
January 31, 2007
man tights (?)
January 29, 2007
“i want to be a living work of art”
January 29, 2007
…this chair
January 26, 2007
(from here
my aura is purple: what’s yours?
January 25, 2007

i’m a geisha
January 25, 2007


(photos from here)
ama: sea person. pearl diver. ama geisha
A large percentage of the women in Shirahama (100 miles of Tokyo) have dived at some point in their lives as a means of getting food and money for their family. But a few women persisted with it, making it their own skilled profession every year during the May to September diving season. The ama consider diving to be a rather undesirable job. I have yet to meet one who wished her daughter to become a diver. Yet every ama I have met has spoken with pride of her diving skills and of her own desire to be a diver. To call oneself an ama is almost to claim an honor for oneself, and many divers have told me, “I’m not a real ama,” because they didn’t feel that they were skilled enough to claim the title “ama.”
Ama say that a love of the sea is necessary for all divers, otherwise the difficult, frequently frightening work is too unpleasant to endure.
“amagoya”
Despite these harsh conditions, they love diving, so I have asked them from where their love springs. A partial answer seems to lie in the freedom that comes with diving. Virtually all ama also hold another job, usually caring for a small farm, in addition to running their homes. And for most of these women, being at home when young meant that their mothers-in-law and other members of their husbands’ families would be watching over them (this is less true of the current generation). But ama always have a space of their own: the amagoya.
The ama meet at the amagoya each morning during the diving season. The hut is soon surrounded by a flurry of activity, with the ama mending gear, soliciting the latest gossip and laughing at bawdy jokes. Next, they begin eating, loading up on calories to support them for the day’s work. Because of the harsh ocean conditions, divers can stay in the water for only a few hours at a time before becoming too cold, too sick or too tired to continue. Then, they make their way back to the rocky beach (almost always as a group), sell their catch, eat lunch, rest and talk with their friends as they spend the rest of the day gradually warming themselves up from their minor hypothermia.
(the above excerpts taken from this wonderful essay).
bring out the sewing machine for this one!
January 24, 2007
platforms for the m. butterfly
January 23, 2007



dear john galliano,
you shouldn’t have.
but you did, and i adore you because of it.
always,
cio-cio-san
flight of the honking geese
January 23, 2007
in my attempt to find new eyeglasses i found a pair of
vintage 1950s eyeglasses on ebay.
i gave it a go and won!

i received them in the mail this past weekend.
the **magical moment** after a long week of waiting.
……
i put them on and looked in the mirror. i felt like i was
wearing a pair of

….
so what is one to do when given a pair of groucho glasses and holding a bellissima in her arms?
oh yes.

picture time!







