let's tell each other stories, eh? let's make Ursa Major seem crass.
I’m real happy for your new shoe design and imma let you finish, but
I came up with this exact same pattern in sixth-grade art when we were designing sarcophagi.
I am unable to produce a photo of said sarcophagus, as it is on my piano nine time zones away. But upon procurement of said photographic evidence, I expect you to gift me a pair of these awesome and badass heels.
It’s almost weird how much I love this photo. Whenever I see stuff like this I’m usually “raunchy ad, whatever, imma skip to a good photo,” but I find this photo really, genuinely arresting. It’s nothing that hasn’t been done before, but something about it different than usual.
Points of interest:
1-the skin tones. A little hard to see in this photo (picture should be slightly darker and more saturated, but I didn’t feel like starting up the Photoshop), but the base color of the models’ skin and the light/shadow play makes the color somehow ultra-heavy, which takes the photo, in my opinion, out of a simple raunchy shot and into a heady hyper-realism. Looking at the photo makes you feel like you’re focusing really hard on something, but you’re just looking normally, which makes for an interesting mental play and results in the photo being interesting because you think you’re interested in it. If that made aaaaany sense.
2-the woman’s eyes. Makeup, again, nothing new, but you have to admit that it looks great. Between the eyes and the makeup you end up with an awareness/disengagement play that, of course, culminates in the “I want you to watch” look.
3-the man’s eyes (and face in general). He looks so caught up in the moment that it really takes your breath away. I love the way the skin on his face shines (also adds to the sense of involvement that he radiates). The best part is (I don’t know if I’m just imagining it, so bear with me) that even behind closed eyelids, you can tell that his eyes are rolled upwards. Which is so cool. Someone give this guy a medal for facial expressions.
4-the man’s eyelashes. Enough said.
to throwing out all my clothes that are not black, dark grey, and dark blue,
since for the last week or so those are the only colors that look good on me.
Someone please talk me out of this…
Seeing the actual painting of “Guernica” was unexpectedly moving and indescribably better than seeing prints of it. Since then I’ve been a little obsessed with it.
Also I’ve been thinking of dyeing my hair blue or turquoise…so this photo is sort of a combination of images that have been all floating around in my mind but never quite coming into conjunction.
Photo credit: The Sartorialist
What I really love about this slideshow is that I would wear any and all of the clothes in it. All of these designers have somehow struck a balance in between the artistic and the wearable. And it’s gorgeous. Definitely gonna check out more photos from these collections!
Arigatou, Nihon. Now I’m just waiting for these to make an appearance in a Lil Jon video…
Build your own laptop cases! Kinda pricey but you will be one STYLISH motherfucker.
And, yes, “kawaii jidden” is a combination of Japanese and Arabic, which means “very cute”. Yes, it was totally necessary.
some Korean fencer being sexxxxxay
I stand by my convictions that fencing is an utterly sexy sport.
Olas gigantes que os rompéis bramando
en las playas desiertas y remotas,
envuelto entre la sábana de espumas,
¡llevadme con vosotras!
Ráfagas de huracán que arrebatáis
del alto bosque las marchitas hojas,
arrastrado en el ciego torbellino,
¡llevadme con vosotras!
Nubes de tempestad que rompe el rayo
y en fuego enciende las sangrientas orlas,
arrebatado entre la niebla oscura,
¡llevadme con vosotras !
Llevadme, por piedad, a donde el vértigo
con la razón me arranque la memoria.
¡Por piedad ! ¡Tengo miedo de quedarme
con mi dolor a solas!
—G.A. Béquer, Rima 53
but I still hold grudges against my parents for petty disagreements that we had a loooong time ago. In or around sixth grade I put together a killer outfit that involved a long-sleeve shirt under a short-sleeve blouse and my mom said I couldn’t wear something with conflicting sleeve lengths like that and made me take off the blouse. Having something I was so proud of trampled with such ease was scarring, even though the event itself is miniscule compared to a. my life and b. the other disagreements I have had with my mom. Anyway, ever since then I have been careful to keep longer sleeves above short sleeves when she is around.
Yesterday I was shopping with her and bought a short-sleeve sweater and, narrating everything that was happening in her head, she mentioned how cute it would look over a long-sleeve shirt. It was all I could do not to bitch her out for crushing my creative fashion 9 years ago and then espousing it today.
But I took the high road, I guess, and let her pay for the sweater :)