Archive for the ‘native american’ Category
sleeping turkey
dearest boca,
you asked for my advice on how you should style your mohawk. i told you an ear cuff with dangling feathers but that didn’t catch your fancy. so, i’ve had to resort to the above picture. if you’d like a strand of turquoise or coral to wear with your lavender scarf let me know i’ll be happy to make you one.
always,
tina turner by the train tracks.
phoenix picks
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a tale for the wrist cutters
from the sart
the long arm of a saguaro reaches for you
Once upon a time an old Indian woman had two grandchildren. Every day she ground wheat and corn between the grinding stones to make porridge for them.
One day as she put the water-olla on the fire outside the house to heat the water, she told the children not to quarrel because they might upset the olla. But the children began to quarrel. They upset the olla and spilled the water and their grandmother spanked them.
Then the children were angry and ran away. They ran far away over the mountains. The grandmother heard them whistling and she ran after them and followed them from place to place. but she could not catch up with them.
At last the older boy said, “I will turn into a saguaro, so that I shall live forever and bear fruit every summer.”
The younger said, “Then I will turn into a palo verde and stand there forever. These mountains are so bare and have nothing on them but rocks, I will make them green.”
The old woman heard the cactus whistling and recognized the voice of her grandson. So she went up to it and tried to take the prickly thing into her arms, but the thorns killed her.
That is how the saguaro and the palo verde came to be on the mountains and the desert.
style notes from the natives
North American Indian, The Valley of the Rosebud
(how to wear feathers in the hair)
North American Indian Tsawatenok girl head and shoulders portrait facing front
(mother of pearl earrings)
North American Indian Saguaro gatherers Maricopa tribe
(how to dress for 115 degree weather)
p.s. amazing archive of native american photos here
desert chic at joshua tree
let’s wear it like an orange peel
(more photos from Ellen Von Unwerth’s Girls in their own Style)
trend tracker: hopi inspiration in last photo.
