The latest issue of POP magazine just blew my mind! Two different covers to choose from...Damien Hirst art collaboration- featuring on the cover the new blogger darling Tavi Williams (pictured above). She started at age 12 and has just turned 13! Her blog thenewgirlintown has sparked a lot of heated controversy lately. And quite frankly I don't really know why everyone is acting so crabby about her. People are acting outraged that she has made the cover of a few adult fashion mags lately and are stating that she is merely a kid and "why would she have anything to contribute to the fashion world" GEEZ people, relax.
Here's a few pics of her from her blog- I think she is pretty fab-u-lous
I adore her!
hmmm. Well for starters, let's venture back to my good old child hood in Ohio. I was drawing fashion plates at 7, tearing out magazine pictures of models and scrap booking them at 9, drawing paperdolls and creating clothes...which parlayed nicely into an iron on transfer business in my folks garage (where I made drawings that people could choose and have printed on tshirts)
I went on to make mock magazine photo fashion spreads and a fake clothing design label. Eventually my parents sent me to a summer program at Parsons where I was relieved to know that I was not alone in my fashion obsession. GEE, if only it was now and the age of the internet --imagine what I could've discovered out there. My point being that we should be happy that someone so young has already discovered her passion and is pursuing it. Her parents aren't trying to exploit her, they are letting her take advantage of a good luck draw. Why should anyone be such a hater on this lil upstart? Musician kids and model girls get started at the same age. In a recent Interview mag she was asked...
FB: What do your parents think of your blog?
TW: They're very supportive, but they don't like read it a lot. Sometimes I'll show them a post or two especially if I'm proud of it or something. They think it's crazy, some of the things that have come out of it, but they're happy that I have fun with it.
The spread above it called:This is Pop World, Free Your Mind, Put Your Head Back in the Clouds and Start the Ch-Ch-Ch-Change
Model: Kinga Rajzak Photographer: Viviane Sassen
Love this BAG LADY editorial too...titled Spent!
featuring Models: Jessica Stam, Lily Cole Photographer: Paolo Roversi
LOVE this next dreamy blurry magical spread- editorial titled :The Channels
Most of my days and nights have been spent at my new job, and since most of that is about going back for a new school year- I found it appropriate that I buy a nice new pair of grunge boots and add some party pink flair to my hair. I have always loved going back to school, I used to love buying school supplies, decorating folders and finding clothes at thrift shops.
The new issue of Nylon (which has Anna Pacquin from TRUE BLOOD on the cover) is dedicated to T.V. and has a Q and A that I am a part of. This is a partial scan of the page. I am excited for the debut of the all new 90210 (sept 8th), and to see how it all looks put together on the screen! On a side note: I think the CW is gonna be super hot this season.
Music update! Just discovered that Chelan remastered their last album (I painted the cover, shown below) and it's available as a free download HERE! The EP to this album received 2008 album of the year on Next Music.
these cats are really bumming out since mr. H and I are never hanging out with them at our house. Because both of us have been working lots of hours, the cats have been forced to entertain themselves. Georgie just got a weird new summer shave. His tail is a pom pom and his head looks enormous! The groomer did the back half (he sort of resembles a poodle, clown, thing #2 from Dr. Seuss. Largie (the other cat) just wants to bite him because he looks so freakishly dandy.
p.s. TODAY is my pal emma's birthday- I would've spent sunday shopping the rose bowl with her, but alas had to work! Here's a pic I painted of her for her birthday way back.
I have to admit that I felt a part of my childhood pass away last month with Michael Jackson. I was at work and got the text from my sister that he died. She was a huge fan of his when we were young. She only had two posters on her wall, one of Boy George and one of Michael J. in his canary yellow bow tie. She simply wrote that day...Michael Jackson might be in a coma or dead and I feel like crying- I guess my love for him never faded."
The passing of MJ made me lament the passing of my own youth. That immature pre-teen girl that I used to be running through yards in my neighborhood, making up dance routines to PYT and Thriller in the driveway with friends...
We would prank call people ( I mean boys we liked )and tape record their "hello? hello? Hello, is anyone there"
I remember going to my friend Lauren's house (she had cable ) to watch the World Premiere video of Thriller. It was huge news, everyone was talking about it at school the next day. We performed it later in the talent show for the whole school in white gloves and a black light. Don't laugh, it was scary.
But nothing prepared me for this next one.
Now I have been told that I have to deal with the loss of director John Hughes too. I grew up with that man's movies and they were the largest part of my teen years. Solon Ohio was just like all of the suburban places in his films and I like that I grew up in a midwest suburb in the 80's. I loved that Hughes was always forcing his characters to cross over into something new. Showing role reversal, both sides of the fence and geek chic. I saw Breakfast Club at the movie theatre with my mother. We sat in awkward silence, later laughing together and I remember her later saying "wow, kids really hate their parents, huh?"
I saw "Sixteen Candles" with a boy at the movies, and was so excited about it. Every girl wanted to find a "JAke Ryan". My friend Samantha had all of the John Hughes movies at her house on VHS (her parents used to own a video shop) and we spent the summers laying in her parents living room watching Weird Science, Pretty in Pink,Some Kind of Wonderful, Vacation, Sixteen Candles ,Ferris Bueller's day off and Breakfast Club over and over and over til we could recite almost every single line.
"demented and sad but social"
My father, according to all my friends was Clark Griswald in Vacation. He even slightly resembled Chevy. That movie somehow catapulted my father into having the nickname Clarkus Claire Griswald (my father's middle name is Claire, yes Claire and according to Breakfast club- that's a fat girl name) My father was the type of guy to drive an extra 3.5 hours to witness a giant ball of mud. Considering I spent most of my Saturdays in high school detention (blame my bonnie and clyde relationship at the time), Breakfast Club was sort of a cool reminder of those rebellious moments. Yes that is me on the right below, yikes right?
My sister always reminded me of the drummer girl (Mary Stuart Masterson ) in some kind of wonderful. I was obsessed with that scene where she asks him if he is ready for the "kiss" with Amanda Jones. The Kiss!
I was crazy in love with all of John Hughes soundtracks- every single one of them imprinted still on my brain (that music has somehow become the soundtrack to my life.) Tenderness by General Public in Weird Science, Altered Images and Thompson Twins in 16 Candles, Suzanne Vega -The RAVE-ups, The Smiths, Echo and the bunnymen, Psychedelic Furs ,and O.M.D. in Pretty in Pink - the list goes on and on and on.
Even "she's having a baby" had amazing songs- like Gene Loves Jezabel. I wanted to be Andie in Pretty in Pink, I wanted the pink vintage car, the record shop job, the crazy room with old kimonos and eventually starting shopping all of my clothes at thriftstores trying to look that way. I can still picture the JAckie O two piece periwinkle polka dot 60's suit I owned and the funny hats with nets. John Hughes made the first movies where outcast teens emerged as cool and music and fashion set a new standard. Hard to believe this picture below is summer 8th grade.
I wanted to wear this dress (below) from weird science so bad, and I wanted that mesh and denim 80's skirt she wears at the mall-
and I loved when she met Gary's parents and said: " You know, there's going to be sex, drugs, rock-n-roll... chips, dips, chains, whips... You know, your basic high school orgy type of thing. I mean, uh, I'm not talking candlewax on the nipples, or witchcraft or anything like that, no, no, no. Just a couple of hundred kids running around in their underwear, acting like complete animals.
I used the lines in his movies as my own words in many high school notes, he somehow spoke our language. When my friend sent me this link, I must confess I got a huge lump in my throat. It made my heart sink with a sense of nostalgia so heavy. Those images from his movies are like intense triggers to diary entries from my past. I can remember listening to OMD in a convertible car in the backseat with a boy. When I see them I want to be in a high school cafeteria, I want to sit in saturday school and stare at a clock and daydream about crushes. I want to be so nervous that someone might call and my parents will be on the phone (no call waiting), I want to go to a school dance and stare longingly at the boy I like while he is dancing with someone else just to remember how awful it felt...and I still want to work at the coolest record shop and have a best friend named Duckie.
This past month I has plans to shop the Rose Bowl Flea Market for vintage with my pals. I dragged my poor boyfriend out, who immediately informed me that people from Seattle don't do well in "this kind of heat". (I imagined him wilting). He looked miserable and opted to check out the Norton Simon art Museum with my pal's hubby. They both looked super relieved when we told them they were off the hook and could leave the Rose Bowl. The funny thing about it was that we were miserable too, but wanted to prove we were troopers.
We barely had the energy for one lap around, and ended meeting up with them at the quiet & Zen Art museum.
They have such an incredible collection of art in that place, and we spied the lovely Rodarte sisters out back by the water drawing fashion sketches. It was the perfect way to end a hot sticky sunday
We pulled a lovely collection of chiffon dresses for a dream scene at work and even though we didn't end up using any of these pretty pastel ones I couldn't help photographing them before they left the dressing room.
This insane vintage knit is like an ERTE + Klimt painting combined in a tortoise shell shape. We fell in love with it!