(be still my college thesis…photos from here)
(photo of denise levertov; from here)
There’s in my mind a woman
of innocence, unadorned but
fair-featured and smelling of
apples or grass. She wears
a utopian smock or shift, her hair
is light brown and smooth, and she
is kind and very clean without
but she has
And there’s a
turbulent moon-ridden girl
or old woman, or both,
dressed in opals and rags, feathers
and torn taffeta,
who knows strange songs
but she is not kind.
(poem by denise levertov)
this is what happens when you major in english.
i’m bewildered by the latest dose of street fashion. never in the history of geekdom have we been regarded as chic; unless, of course, when gals like claire standish decide they want to help a lost cause.
don’t get me wrong the dork girl with her unstyled hair, ragamuffin outfits and oversize glasses will always be the star of my saturday book club meetings.
(photo from here)
old age is attractive to me.
a head of white hair, red lipstick, wearing turbans, smoking cigarettes hand-rolled by lover, owning a camel, showing up at bella’s piano recital with 10 lbs of necklaces and fingers layered with rings (including a queen min ring), and saying fabulous things that stick to walls.
i really like renata mohlo.
here she is in her own words:
the sart: dress to impress who?
rm: Myself: in the meaning that dressing for me is just a way to share the space with others, so sometimes I feel like giving a strong contribute to the picture, and sometimes I just need to be transparent, to pass through without making any noise. But it’s always referred to my mood in relation to the others.
from fashion indie:
On why no one should go to fashion school:
“These schools today are pretty useless. They are very theoretical. What do you need theory for? Nothing. What you need is experience, to have lived and seen and done other things in life. I taught for a while and I used to tell my students: ‘Seeing one picture by Chagall is much more important than reading all the issues of Vogue ever published.’”
On what happened after the magical ’80s ended:
“Everything turned into a soulless homage to other things we had seen before. Think about the era of successive revivals that began after the 80s. For example, even today in most runway shows the music is nothing but a mix of 60s, 70s, and 80s music. It’s a big empty hole. Nothing is exciting anymore, and most things are tremendously boring. Often, the best things are written by unknown editors and journalists, while the big names seem to sign things off with their left hand. Haven’t you noticed that nobody expresses an opinion anymore?”
quote by stendhal.
in phoenix, we get an occasional tumbleweed. or maybe a few rain drops.
(photo taken during a recent weekend picnic; more here)
i was the editor of my high school yearbook. go figure.
on those long nights before deadline, ian and his bunnymen kept me company in the darkroom as i developed black and white pictures of the prom king and queen.
fifteen years later, echo and the bunnymen still make perfect background music, especially on those moody creative days when inspiration flows like sweat.
anyway, have you listened to the killing moon lately? you should.
also, one more thing that used to perplex my goth days:
what kind of eyeliner do you think siouxsie sue wore?
if it wasn’t 100+ degrees i’d wear this outfit everyday.
in other words, minus the tights, this is already my staple look: