It doesn't matter to me a bit that some critics are saying that mr. John Galliano is merely revisiting his own fashion past , because that still amazes me. Sure, he has been rocking that 30's bias chiffon forever...BUT who cares if it ain't broke why bother fixing it?
And as Edith 'Little Edie' Bouvier Beale once said: It's very difficult to keep the line between the past and the present. You know what I mean? It's awfully difficult. "
I adore everything about his TAXI DRIVER-EDIE/GREY GARDENS--TRASHY FADING FLAPPER--koo koo SONGBIRD--SUPER Circus TRamp
She has her face made up and ready for a choreographed dance sequence in the yard or on the front porch for an audience of racoons and lawn boys. Her Cha Cha curls are waxed and stuck across her painted brow. She is ready for some action, even if it merely involves posing in front of the decaying wallpaper and bragging about her glory days.
It's nice that Mr. Galliano has somehow delivered this GET WELL Soon greeting to me-straight from his heart. I am going to use these images as the driving force for healing faster...and getting back to the drawing board. If you haven't watched TWIGGY in the movie " THE BOYFRIEND" do yourself a favor and go and get it. These pics remind me of her musical scenes
(photos by Greg Kessler, Olivier madiera,Olivier Claisse, Don Ashby)
I am sitting in on a Friday night watching BORN LOSERS with Mr. P and Georgie Boy. It's one of those campy cult motorcycle film with rad girls in 60's bikinis and white boots and waist long hair. While those two formed a love affair over a cat brush and a lengthy grooming session, I opted to imagine the strange things that would inevitably flash through my brain as the anesthesia kicks in. Things that I've marveled over lately and that will most likely peddle their colorful way down the corriders of my brain.
counting down 10...9...8...7...6...5...
you are getting very sleepy
that I am half as interesting and electric as Anne Piaggi. Anna Piaggi is my idol. Sure, she is an Italian fashion writer, but she is by far known more for her style icon status. Her "Flair" is more potent than a handbag of rainbows. Her colorful strides shown only in competetion with that of the marchesa Luisa Casati. Having her seated next to your runway is sure to incite excitement. I am more interested in seeing what she will wear, than any of the models that will walk the runway. How can she possibly out do her last ensemble?
She manages to out do her last creation in ways that only a true fashion icon can...again and again, over and over.
"Anna Piaggi has written for fashion magazines such as the Italian edition of Vogue and, in the 1980s, the avant-garde magazine Vanity. She is known especially for double page spreads in the Italian Vogue, where her artistic flair has been given free expression in a montage of images and text, with layout by Luca Stoppini. Since 1969, she has used a bright red manual Olivetti typewriter for her work." (wikipedia)
just like the marchesa...Anne Piaggi has become a muse for painters- like Karl Lagerfeld
check out his sketches of her:
what might Anne desire to wear from the latest 2008 SPRING lines?
I'd like to imagine she would choose:
While exploring online the other day, I came across the artwork of Ashley Lloyd. Then I fell in love! Lloyd is currently a student at the Maryland Institute College of Art, majoring in Fiber ARTS. Her feminine and delicate pieces evoke the spirit of old things and her love for fairytales. For being a young artist these pieces seem especially thoughtful and refined. These mixed media "shaped pieces" are toiled copper with paint with dangling web like threads. They seems like precious badges or vessels that tell a story. I was so excited to find these magical paintings. ( found thanks to ULLABENULLA)
If simple times meant that details were not lost, I prefer the craftmanship of the magic hands that beaded and constructed countless doily knits, in the old days of no technology. What happened to the decorations that adorned every corner of a building? Why does it seem that all the focus and desire to create wearable art has flewn out the window. These things from the closets of the past look like museum pieces, because they were so carefully construced. No one wants to do that now. No one has the time. The scattered minds of most can barely watch an entire t.v. show without changing the channel countless times. Imagine what will eventually become of us. We will have technological devices attached to our brains to remind us to think and move. We will be unable to sit & read a good book. A chip will fill in the details like cliff notes.
While cleaning out the 240 stacks of magazines in my art room, I stumbled upon some images that were inspiring for future paintings. From those I discovered a recognizable model face that has graced countless fashion editorials, and yet until now, I had not known her name.
With a little Nancy Drew googling, I found that this 20 year old model is Bekah Jenkins.
I am just left wondering why she isn't more well known?
My favorite thing about the blogging world- is that on occasion you are turned on to someone else's site, simply by clicking on a comment. In that epiphany moment- (where you find someone who lives in another country shares your love of paper craft) you are opened up to a whole new set of inspiring places and images. And for those of you who know me, I am a visual junkie- seeking to find new pretty pictures to satisfy my lust for new triggers for paintings. My new series of work is perfect for the gypsy caravan
blogger Gypsy Purple ( http://gypsypurple.blogspot.com)
covers all of the delicate details of the things that would inspire a room, a dress etc... Her bio states-
I`m a gypsy at heart and loves all things French....should really have been a French gypsy. This blog will be about sharing all the beautiful and creative things I love, while rambling on and putting my very bohemian thoughts to "paper"
Here are some of the images you will find when digging in her archives...
I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too --
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
- Emily Dickinson
(sweet fashion spread from 10 magazine, thanks to stylebubble)
Back in college, I was sort of a hustler. (Funny how things never really change much) I worked two jobs and went to school all day- we're talking 21 credit hour quarters. Somehow I managed to find time to make more things than I probably do now and still get a 4.0 gradepoint average. Anyway... around that perfect time I was dumped by my college boyfriend and then the next day fired from the boss who owned both places I worked. Therefore fired from both jobs. (Let me add he was a slum lord who eventually did 7 years in prison) In my youthful desperation I started scanning the paper for a new job. Back then I had only worked in horrible places, doing meaningless tasks, like cleaning sweat off of tanning beds, paint classrooms, cut 180 lbs of onions...you get the picture.
So when I stumbled upon an art gallery in the Short North looking for help I was ecstatic. I remember the day perfectly. I went around 4:30, on a Monday (of course the Sunday JOB section is where I found it) and walked into the greatest space I had ever seen. The gallery was a victorian house with windows and doors everywhere, fountains and CALDER like mobiles floating around. The smell of rosemary foccaccia being made at the bakery next door seeping into the courtyard. The woman behind the desk was probably only 36, although at the time I was maybe 24. She was everything I hoped I would be at that age. She had a passion for helping artists and a love of gardening and all the things that make your home a work of art. She informed me that the job was already filled, yet we stayed and talked for an hour anyway. Remember at this point I had just been dumped and fired. Go back to that feeling in your mind- either you want to kill yourself or move far away. In this case I decided to live and become a mover and a shaker.
She let me know that although the position was filled perhaps I could volunteer on ART walk nights to help out. I agreed to that and showed up later that week- lucky for me the other girl decided to become a teacher and quit. This action changed the course of my entire life.
I say this because my boss- Stephanie trusted me to do everything that she did for the gallery. I was in charge of finding artists, creating advertisements, inventory, display, painting anything I wanted on the walls etc... Never before had I met someone who believed in my creativity and encouraged me to paint on anything in the shop. I sold all kinds of strange things I made to all kinds of collectors. The gallery/shop was called the Whimsical GARDEN, and it was just that. It gave me the life experience to figure out how to run a gallery or shop with success. I often wonder what happened to her after the space was too much for her to keep. I remember one night at an art opening while drinking wine she said to me, just wait til you hit 30, and none of your pants fit. She had a quirky vulnerable quality, and I recall that night thinking someday maybe when I was in my late thirties I would be like her and have a young employee that thought I was a bit arsty and scattered.
Sometimes things trigger memories or moments from that time in my life. The smell of fresh herbs in clay pots, Joni Mitchell, and of course whimsical pottery.
Today on ETSY they featured the art pieces of MELABO. Her ceramic work would fit right in with the flowers and sculptures. You should check them out at www.melabo.etsy.com
her inspirations are :
I like to travel. I like to look at things. I like to make associations. I watch people. I like the pieces I sell on etsy to be fun and approachable. The larger scale sculptural pieces that I make in my studio often influence the etsy pieces. And vice versa.
here are some of the latest inspirational things I've come across this week that made me happy
swedish street style girl with her lamp shade as a hat
new drawings by cool Boston artist ERIC SHAW (we carry his tshirts at the shop!)
Niki de St. Phalle featured in a Japanese mag
dresses from Creatures of Comfort shop
wild snakeskin platforms from ferryvintage
"My wife is the inspiration for my creations, she is the expression of all my ideals," Poiret said.
For those who may need a lesson on artist-genius-dressmaker Paul Poiret...Laird Borrelli from Style.com has your cliffnotes. Poiret was the wizard of inspiration for many painters and style icons, and invited his talented artist friends to collaborate on pieces. One of my favorite artists while studying art in high school was Raoul Dufy-a good pal of Poiret. (I not only owned a Dufy calender-but tried to make a painting sophmore year of H.S. in his style-) Raoul Dufy designed some of the elegant fabrics with which Poiret draped into dream gowns.
this picture shows a cape textile collaboration between Raoul Dufy and Poiret in 1926
Paul Poiret's work was desired by stylish ladies like Josephine Baker- and the Marchesa Casati. Dutch artist Kees Van Donger (sometime lover of the Marchesa) -made many paintings featuring the clothing of his friend Poiret. He even was commissioned to paint exquisite murals on the walls of the designers home
Poiret created whimsical advertisments for his perfume line Rosine, by passing out lovely fans with the scents info
Oh to live in such a time of elegance and artistry
This is the detail of silk/wool, kid and broadtail coat by Poiret in 1919
interesting that she was his muse and stylish model
because Paul was given this advise-
"If you want to attract attention," Doucet is said to have told a young Poiret, "be seen in fashionable places with a striking young lady whom you dress according to your own ideas and develop into a special type of your own."
Do yourself a favor and check out this great spread featuring over 117 images!
I decided to post a few of the lovely fashion illustrations I discovered in a box- in Cinti Ohio at a local yard sale. The entire box- filled with hundreds of handpainted costumes and dance catalogs set me back one whole dollar! Most of the elaborate art deco ones I've framed and put around my place...these are the sketches that have measurements and notes-. I'm also posting fragments of my apartment and new paintings I'm working on as well as photos of what I "wish" was my apartment--dreamy images stolen from a magazine spread.
Looks like Missoni has created the perfect seventies take on the forties- look and added a sweet deco touch. All of their new belts and accessories are the perfect muted shades nabbed from wallpaper palettes of the seventies.
If I had any crotchet or knit ability like my mother- I would begin here... with a cape or some hot pants. Good thing my pal Amy Lou has the power. Perhaps I should just move to Pioneer town and work this out in macrame years. I have always had a secret crush on hideous fiber art wall hangings that resemble giant moths or massive gods eyes.
I am in love with this...
maybe because it reminds me of the insane 34 pound wire and baby plastic head hat I made in my sophmore year 3-D art class...the one that made my skull ache and eventually bleed. Oh, how gorgeous it looked sitting on my porch in Columbus Ohio rusting among the leaves, til the landlady begged I throw it away cause it scared the neighbors.
I also love this light fixture because- well- it is from Japan- where all the koo koo craft meets cool.
I've always been against the nap. As a kid- in pre-school I could never abide by the nap rules. Perhaps a lifetime of restless energy and inability to relax combined with the idea that I would be missing out on something good is to blame.
Today- I surrendered to a hazy feeling and chill and climbed back into my bed. This doesn't even occur during a miserable flu. I napped approximately 44 minutes- not bad to most people-
HOWEVER- I missed bidding on this rad vintage sheet music that I've been following for days!
Bummer. I'm telling you you snooze you lose
Check out the song line-up
1960's songbook 132 pages for piano and guitar with one heck of a front and back cover (they are the same)
The Book is called POP FOLK and was published in the 1960's book is in good condition (a few pencil notations)and the cover has some edge and corner wear.
53 songs of the day including :
Angel Cake and Wine
(The) Cruel War Is Raging
Did You Ever Have to Make Up Your Mind?
Do You Believe In Magic
Don't It Make You Want To Go Home
Go Where You Wanna Go
(The) Honey Wind Blows
House of the Rising Sun
I Can't Grow Peaches on a Cherry Tree
I Guess the Lord Must Be In New York City
I'll Never Find Another You
If I Ruled the World
If I Were A Carpenter
Just A Little Bit Of Rain
(The) Last Thing On My Mind
Leaving On A Jet Plane
Less of Me
Mama Told Me Not To Come
Me and Bobby McGee
Oh Happy Day
Please Don't Sell My Daddy No More Wine
Put Your Hand in the Hand
(A) Reason to Believe
Scotch and Soda
See See Rider
Someone Who Cares
The Straight Life
They Call The Wind Maria
Try A Little Tenderness
Try to Remember
You Didn't Have to Be So Nice
Walk A Mile In My Shoes
Where Have All The Flowers Gone
A World Of Our Own
The past few days have been a whirl of colorful ladies. Tearing through my magazines from the past, inspiration lurking. Lots of roses and painted faces...and then tonight while eating dinner with Uncle Lou the best surprise of all! I spotted an older woman with electric hot pink hair and dozens of rhinestone gem bracelets dripping down her arms. Her fingers were heavy with cartoon two inch high diamonds as well. I approached her to tell her she was fabulous -and then she asked where she could get a metallic foil t-shirt like mine. I told her about the Show Pony and she pulled out her Elvis bedazzled wallet and tiny hot pink pen to jot my number down. I noticed the card she was writing it on said "Roberto Cavalli". It was almost like running into the Marchesa Louisa Cassatti. I just had to get her picture.
I found this on E-bay this week and fell in love with it. I know some people don't dig the butterfly scene, but I think this has that weird old quality that is pretty amazing, especially with all my stuff.
Anyway, if you can score this for me at Xmas I promise to write you lovely letters drenched in drawings and stickers every week from my letter writing armoire.
It could be worth it for you--
When I say Xmas "dream" list, I mean things that I would never actually get because the cost is too high or the item is practically impossible to find. I had the best of intentions this year to start my own shopping and crafty gift making early- but alas...I'll be lucky if the cards go out on time. Here are some of the things I would ask santa if I crawled onto his lap this year...
8.) Bikram YOGA Classes.? I probably didn't even spell that right- let alone do exercise.
9.) Electric Tea Kettle- because everytime I make tea I leave boiling water in the next room til it burns
Recently it seems that I keep coming into contact with lovely old things or reminders of the good old days. I noticed two new amazing books on the shelves at book stores, one being CENTURY GIRL: 100 Years in the Life of Doris Eaton Travis, Last Living Star of the Ziegfeld Follies (Hardcover)
by Lauren Redniss. I just had to get this for pal Orchide's birthday! She is the Ziegfeld Follies number one fan.
the second book is from Liz Goldwyn- called Pretty Things-
Both are lovely coffee table books filled with gorgeous images of costumes and black and white personal photos- as if decoupaged like a precious scrapbook collage.
Here's the Review:
"A search for second-hand garments-'pretty things'-first prompted filmmaker Liz Goldwyn's lifelong fascination with the burlesque queens of the 1930s, "40s and "50s. After amassing a museum-worthy collection of their wardrobes and dancing paraphernalia, the enthusiastic young woman grew 'convinced that every garment holds undiscovered revelations about its past lives.' To learn more, she began contacting long-retired dancers and 'through ten years of letters, visits, interviews and striptease lessons' documented their colorful-and sometimes tragic-stories. Tracing the evolution of this form of dancing from the Belle Époque to burlesque's mid-century heyday (which boasted such luminaries as Gypsy Rose Lee, Lily St. Cyr and Zorita), Goldwyn makes a convincing case for recognizing both the choreography and costume-making of this bygone era as a true art form. Fully illustrated with design notes, media clippings and hundreds of photos
Sometimes I like to torture myself by reflecting on the ultimate things found on ebay that will either:
A.) Not fit me--size too small or way too big
B.) Cost too high- bids way up there
C.) By maintaining flake behavior-- I failed to submit a bid- and lost
Did I also mention category "E" for the stuff I really have no purpose for- will never ever use- but am attracted to anyway?
Ever since I was a young girl, the coming of FALL excites me. Something about the "back to school" supply aisles and the smell of new shoes. Maybe it's all those years wasted on School uniforms that I long for the Fall issues of every magazine. Every year on the night before school started I would try on outfit after outfit for my sister. She would take a "mental" picture of them and then tell me which one was the best choice. Even though the cool winds of September seem far off, I'm anticipating layers and knits, knee high socks and long sleeves. Here are some items from the "DREAM ON Little DARLING" pages of fashion frocks.
Purple silk chiffon mini by Azzaro:
Sometimes when I get bored I find random objects in my apartment that inspire me. Sometimes sequin hats make my day. Tonight, I searched through old fashion books and checked out 60's hippies while watching the Emmys. You know things are lonely over here when I putting on flapper hats- taking pictures in front of Henry Darger posters and crying when the Emmy's play that long list of actors who died this year. I mean Don Knotts for petes sake.
Although this heat has sucked the life out of me, yet another day...I still sometimes find things in the world that are dazzling. I received the sweetest box today from the staff at SCREAMING MIMIS. Those people sure know exactly what a lady needs when she is down. They sent over a fat check, some pom poms from the window display and half a box of 1960's yarn BUN covers. That's right- bun protector decorators. The note even said "if anyone would know what to do with these it would be you."
Imagine your gorgeous mane swirled into a festive bun and then the show pony special yarn pompom like bun pod. That is a statement only a brave woman would attempt. I will download some pictures tommorrow of these frou frou delights.
I woke up early debating a trip to the flea market. Sometimes I would rather not go at all, then to be subjected to countless amazing gypsy dresses and things I can't have. Cynthia and I decided at the last minute that we would venture out.
Doesn't everone need a good groovy pony?
we thought this next guy was the "french fries french fries french fries guy"
we saw this gigantic floral vintage rug -and asked the man about it- two seconds later this uber-RICH yuppie couple came and said we will take it. They looked at us like- "See we can buy everything cool- and we actually have a floor you can see when you walk in the room."
I got this for Britt cause she is a real hard worker. OF course she can't always find the phone buried in the sale piles- but she does put up with a lot of annoying people- she is a big big dylan fan too
I bought these stylish Pretty in Pink slacks for my man- because he really is a 90 year old trapped in a young body. I can almost picture him on the shuffleboard decks in Miami sporting these high waisted gems.
Somehow we managed to find a third world country location spot for our housework fashion story. It wasn't easy to find such a rundown ramshackle yard of weeds- but this appliance graveyard proved successful
We ended up taking Uncle Lou to Norms. We tried to get him to try some Chinese but he said he was really looking forward to the EArly Bird Special Sundae. There have been some tough crowds at ol' Norms- (old ladies with I.V. stands, W.C. Fields women with cherry blossoms etc...) but nothing like the family that waltzed in tonight. They were straight out of Texas Chainsaw Mental FAcility.
If I didn't know better I would say we got PUNKD.
On a sad note- while eating at Norm's- I missed some of my all time best Ebay auctions. I was planning on bidding on seven vintage sewing pieces- rare and lovely. I called my sister from the parking lot to assist. For those who have never had the pleasure of seeing her in action (or lack there of ) Kidding aside, she is probably as slow as a snail. As is her computer circa 1998. She didn't understand the bidding thing and somehow lost them all. She kept laughing and talking super slow- while I tried to find out how many minutes were left. She said " I've got some bad news..."
In high school- when I would be waiting for calls from boys she would sometimes relay messages this way:
MISSY: " O H...By the uh...um way...um....when you were.....um out. Wait let me think....that a a... a guy. from the a a..... um....anyway. someone called for you earlier.
Me: WHO WHO called !!!
Missy: I dunno....um...he said it was a .....um....... I gotta go to the bathroom first....hold on....uh....um.... he said he was going to the a.... you know...that place....that a---I forget.
Glad to say she is at least consistant with the slow thing.
There are times when I get so overwhelmed by all the things that make me want to make things that I can't sleep. I imagine all the ways that I can get things made and painted, and then all of a sudden hours of sleeplessness. Two evenings in a row where I am restless and wide eyed by flashing colors and magazine images. T.V chatter and piles of chiffons and threads and yarn.