a single moment out of too many to choose from

this I was lead to via the jean-paul gaude website where the video mash-up he has up of grace jones is really amazing. And the rest of his site is as well. What an amazing career. both of them- they make me want to be totally fearless- maybe if I watch this video every morning it will remind me that it is totally possible.


a couple sips too many= overflow

this picture came from a friends apartment after several of us got together for a 'see you when you get back' toast before her departure. We ended up, three of us, going back to her apartment and settling in to a bottle of bubbly with candles lit on the table. Of course, paying more attention to our conversation than the overflowing candles, it wasn't until the stream became a free-fall to the floor that we noticed this amazing escaping wax.
what makes me laugh about this picture is that i remember being self conscious when I was taking it, trying to get an angle that made sense but realizing that i had maybe had just a sip or two too much to make sense of any 'sensical' frame. but mostly that I was thinking 'oh, man. I'm that girl who is getting all artsy-fartsy over the spilling wax...'
but for all the moments i see something that makes me want to whip out the camera, there are too many that i walk by because of self consciousness and what the witnesses will think: tourist, spy, artsy-fartsy.
and whatever this picture is pretty cool

growing up together

two nights ago I was sitting around a table at a funny little café near les halles in one of the ugly leather chairs whose seats were all sunken in and whose slight patent sheen reflected the violet neon lights of the sign from the café across the street.
there were six of us sitting there. six different styles, six different stories, six different presents, and six different futures. And all that difference mixed together to make this warm cloud of friendship and respect amongst peers who shared one formative experience.
what was remarkable about the whole thing only hit me just now- envisioning the futures of each of my five old classmates who were sitting around me at that table. how big and how small this industry is. how we are part of a web that is just now being formed- and as we grow up, together, that web gets stronger and wider. and we will think back on moments like these- the first reunions at fashion week in paris.
and kind of weird that I went on such a video kick there- I am not a youtube-er normally, and this stint at the Gallery has given me some strange time during the day where I feel a bit trapped (I love the idea of this space, but in practice....less). And so I go on youtube and feel like I'm doing 'research' but seriously doubt it is really something that I can count as priductive.
How about this blog post?
Productive?

...

i just had a phone conversation with the man at the printers where the potluck is being printed. He said he had not started the book yet because there were some things that seemed bizarre. When I told him that the thing was ok and to just go ahead and do it as it is, he said "c'est un livre très original alors."

and so my self consciousness rethinks the process and makes me want to take the project elsewhere, especially because the only reason I wanted to work with these people in the first place is because they seem very cool (they are very cool) and I thought they'd be down with a project like the potluck and not act like it is such a strange thing. I think this whole process has just dragged on for too long. At least for the next one I'll know what I'm in for.

Maybe I just print it myself and staple it together. That is more what I was going for in the first place

but no, I have already missed the opportunity to display it with the collection. No S1X elzévir. So I'll just ride this out.

Fashion Advice from David Sedaris

had not idea what to expect from a fashion essay by David Sedaris- and of course he takes the subject of fashion and accessories very seriously


+ 3:00 cosutme ski race

Fall . Winter is coming

This is just one of the things I'm thinking about these days- old faded colors and belted women in skis
and fuzzy blurry images that make HD look hyper real- and these soft images that are so much less harsh
and the feeling and freedom of gliding down, the size of a pea in comparison to the giant mountain

S1X Elzévir



the Spring . Summer 2011 season of L.A.D. outerwear
Silk Linen Leather Chain Bronze Brass Raw Wood

on display in the Marais until the 7th of October 2010.

The next collection already brewing...It is fall, and time to pull out the felt...