Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I saw the loveliest moon the other night...
and there was only one star shinning bright next to it..
Unfortunately, you were not here to share it with me..
actually, there was no one else I could share it with...
what a waste...
Monday, July 26, 2010
.. previous posts ago, I talked about the fluffy floral vest I was working on.. well, I finished it on Sunday.. couldn't be happier.. besides, I was sick of all that hand-sewing.. honestly, I made more than 80 flowers for this vest.. it better look good!
As I mentioned before.. I did all this with leftover fabrics I had: different types of white fabrics, in different textures I mean; and also some neon yellow cotton fabrics, tie-dyed neon yellow cotton, black & white checker board cotton fabric... and some black lycra in the lower end of the vest.. just as a detail actually.
Anyway.. I decided to put together a little (lame) photo shoot just to show you how the vest looks when worn, from different angles.
Dustin Hoffman’s performance of the young graduate Benjamin Braddock, reminded me a lot of myself in some ways; particularly in the whole thing that involves graduating from college; which leads to the question “What now?”
I’ve been dancing around the “what now?” scenario for a couple of years… I still haven’t found an answer. All this time without doing an actual productive thing has driven me even more insane than what I already was.
I used to think that the concern of not finding our true passion in life during college years was a modern thing. My grandparents, my parents, my aunts and uncles.. they all new what they wanted out of life since their 20’s… and now, I see me and my friends and well.. we haven’t got a clue.. and we’re way passed 20.
In the movie… Benjamin, a recent university graduate with no well-defined aim in life, finds himself being seduced by other things instead of what he really should; instead of looking for jobs, instead of thinking what is it he really wants out of life, instead of developing a business… he turns his head into something more fun, exciting and easy: doing Mrs. Robinson.
Although I have not been seduced by a certain Mr. Robinson more less a Mrs. Robinson; I agree that, “we”.. lost outcasts with no clue in life; get seduced with more fun and easier things… we leave all the difficult part aside, like.. entering the adult world.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to live in my parents house forever, I don’t want to be lazy and unemployed my whole life, and I certainly don’t want to look for a rich man to marry and have 4 children to take care of… I really want to be an independent, successful woman… I just don’t know where to start.
Is there an answer to this?
Am I the only one that feels like this?
I’m clueless… I don’t want to grow up, but still, I do want a life of my own, I want independence, I want a thrilling job and commit 100% to it, as long as I do what I love, as long as I’m free of mind, doing art, doing fashion… developing my true passion… is it too much to ask?
Where can I start?
How can I accomplish this?
P.S. killer soundtrack on this movie!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
It's vacation season and all I wanna do is work and go back to school... too much time off drives me nuts.. I have to keep myself busy doing something!
One of my personal projects these months will be to renew stuff and create something new out of material I already have.. like leftover fabrics, sequins, applications and embellishments.. maybe used notebooks and magazines, old boxes, old jeans (like the denim vest I made), etc...
I already did a lot of urban/every day tops with a bunch of neon, black and lace left overs I had.. I'll post them later.. right now.. I'd like to show you what I'm currently working on.. a floral vest.
I had all these neon yellow and white cotton fabrics.. all cut in small pieces so I couldn't do anything out of them but small things.. so.. I started making some flowers and decided to do a vest.. an all flowered vest with different fabrics in different colors.. mainly white and neon yellow.. but I'll throw in some black to minimize the bright colors.
This next picture is a view from the back.. it's supposed to be a small vest.. like a cropped cardigan or something.. all covered in flowers...
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
you were there... but so was your girlfriend...
and I was also there ... but I was babysitting.... your daughter...
weird thing is.. you don't have a daughter.
You came to pick her up to my house...
the baby was asleep... and I was making dinner, but not for myself...
for both of us.. like if I was already expecting you.
We kissed... we fooled around...
but you were wearing a mask.. so I wouldn't feel bad,
after a while we stopped.. I couldn't take it...
this was bad, it felt wrong... even though there was love between us..
it all seemed wrong.
Your girlfriend showed up minutes later...
she greeted me with a hug...
that made it even worse for me, I almost burst into tears of remorse...
she was so cheerful, telling me about the shopping she had done...
she took her baby and then she took your hand..
you both left my house holding hands.
She payed me for babysitting...
I didn't want to accept.. I told her it was a favor...
she insisted and forced the money into my pockets..
I thanked her with no smile on my face...
I felt like a prostitute, getting paid for taking care of his boyfriend instead.
What does this mean?
there's not even a baby involved...
there's not even love between us...
we don't even see each other that much...
but underneath all those sins,
it all felt ... good. I must admit.
Monday, July 19, 2010
tea time shorts/bright flowers
More at SPANISH MOSS VINTAGE
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Fifty five of her paintings are self-portraits. When asked why she created so many of these, she replied: "Because I am so often alone, because I am the subject I know best".
"I've done my paintings well... not quickly but patiently, and they have a message of pain in them"
"I paint my own reality, I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration"
A few days before Frida died, on july 13th, 1954; she wrote in her diary: "I hope the exit is joyful. And I hope never to return".