Thats me and Thats you

Prada Update +Details Fall 2009

2009-03-09T16:51:00.000-07:00

Note the shoulderwork

The whole thing was pretty gladiator-goes-fishing-during-the-depression ish. I thought that the lighting was a PHENOMENAL choice.

Review #1 for Fall 09 Ready to Wear

2009-03-09T16:03:00.000-07:00

I grabbed some looks I liked, would wear, or thought were interesting for Fall 2009. Here is my first grouping of pics + commentary, if interested.

Erdem

with a beehive might be nicer

MIX N MATCH

Julien Macdonald

NICE ANGRY OUTFIT

Decomposing trash

Disco Doable

Todd Lynn

How to get to Wal Drug

Eley Kishimoto

cherry pie

banana

SPORTSWEAR!apple

Tibi

cold!

Jaeger

Bombshell and twinkie

Richard Nicoll

A screen print I can get behind. I mean I don't usually get behind those.

Jenny Packham

Good Goddess, usually hate those too.

Ashish

I'd kiss those lips. And those pants are perfect for my DANCE RECITAL

1 b52

Vivien Westwood Red Label

sexy, sloppy,

classic hollywood at war

and a quickie 60s frenchish whore. 40s 50s 60s 70s 80s. Are we telling time here?

Red Label was very pleasing. I'll do more later. GET PREPARED!

More "Ready to Wear" Fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-03-03T17:15:00.000-08:00

Agatha Ruiz De La Prada Fall/Winter 2009!

A fraggle! A lingerie chest!

a fraggle!

A dust! guy

ON WHY I HATE MARC JACOBS

2009-02-23T13:37:00.000-08:00

AND I'M NOT TAKING IT BACK!

People who love Marc Jacobs tend to be retarded in the fashion department and just want to pretend to be interested to be socially accepted, or buy stuff 2 look kewl.

If you don't fit into one of those catergories guys, double check your god awful taste.
Lemme back dis up.

Have you ever seen one of their runway lines? Do you even know how much it sucks? How stupid it makes you look?How you could shop almost anywhere else in the fashion world and get something for your stupid tastes that would be 1000 times better?

Here---

Let's take these lines fresh off the runway for example.

Marc Jacobs Fall 2009 R2W

*shitty hipster bangs

*covering of one eye!

*note cleverly placed shoulder hole!

*fuck you goth punk hair for the ATTENTION GRABBING factor

BOOTS R SO IN!

so is grunge!

ROCK N ROOLLLL

PARTY SHAPES!

im a fucking 16 yeAR old who just cant get enough indie rock shows!!!!11<3rawr

U no ur a nineties kid when...

Looks inspired by rich hipsters who have lots of money cuz their parents payed for them to go to college to get smart so they can buy marc jacob's pieces of 'out there' and IN YOUR FACE trash!!!!!!!! ALSO why I fucking hate Agness Dean. Bitch.

Its a great business plan, really. Be the only rich hipster brand with a name so all the rich hipsters buy your stupid pieces of shit since their ain't no competition. ALLS YOU HAVE TO DO IS PUT BANGS ON THEM, MAKE IT ROCK N ROLL FUNNY AND ADD IN THE STUPID FUCKING HIGHLIGHTER COLORS!

OH YEAH, AND DON'T FORGETTHOSE IRONIC CAPS AND STUPID FURRY BOOTS THEY LIKE. AND ALLS THOSE SCARVES KIDZ R WEARIN THESE DAYS, WITH THE GLASSES! YEAH! LETS PUT THAT ONE IN MARC BY MARC JACOBS!

Marc by Marc Jacobs Fall 2009 R2W

'OH, I JUST LOOK LIKE EVERY FASHION CONCSIOUS HIPSTER DUDE EVER!'

...

i want to die

blood is boiling. GOTTA THROW IN THAT FLANNEL!

NOW WEAR HAVE I SEEN THESE BEFORE
????

I DANNO BUT I LIKE UM!!!!

I am gagging.

PINS? really? pins?

SOO CUTE.

POINT IS, THIS IS WHY I LOOK AT THE FLOOR WHEN YALL TALKING BOUT MARC JACOBS.

ALL DIS SHIT, IS SHIT FAGITS HAVE BEEN WEARING ON CAMPUS FOR THE LAST 4 FUCKING YEARS AND PAYING WAY TOO MUCH MONEY FOR.

member UO guys. take a look in YOUR closet.

If you like Marc Jacobs, and think that spending your cash on it is grand, consider that it's a big joke. An since you're hip, you won't mind that the jokes on you. Hipsters love making fun of themselves. With their kooky cute little WORMY PINS AND FUCK YOU

"Look what i can get away with!!!!! this hideous thing that art people will think is deep and an interesting take on current day issues and western culture!!! AND THE ECONOMY EVEN!"
DEEP! HA! HA! IF IT IS NOT A JOKE, THAN IT IS TO ME! WHERED ALL THE TALENT GO?

I am mean.

and THese

2009-02-12T15:00:00.000-08:00

ALLS THESE THINGS I LIKE ALOT RIGHT NOW

2009-02-12T14:55:00.000-08:00

SORRY TOOK TOO LONG

2009-02-12T14:46:00.000-08:00

Cheryl Ladd In Spandex?

2009-01-27T12:35:00.000-08:00

wOw!

RUSSIA FASHION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-01-22T15:38:00.000-08:00

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's Groovy Time Again

2009-01-07T18:02:00.000-08:00

FASHInspiration post:

2009-01-07T16:38:00.000-08:00

Models are my main source of ideas on most daywear occasions. Here are some pics below of their sexy outfits jest boppin around town, hangin out, or gettin their hair did for the big shows.

I feel that the "effortless" in combination with broader access to designer ideas, their merchandise, and a great body tend to be the perfect ideal to look to for feeling chic on any day of the week.
Obviously we all aren't extremely exotic, tall, and in perfect shape. I feel that a good chic outfit makes these small differences quite irrelevant, and as you can see, most of the models I like to look at and post often don't even feel the need to flaunt their bodies. They are probably sick of that by now.

What's important and key here is that what we are looking at is the attitude behind these hott getups. High Fashion Model attitude to me is that of:

-Confidence in individuality
-Openness to change
-Education and exposure to the arts
-A lack of need to display sexual or financial powers
-An understanding for living and breathing through an ensemble
-Taking chances
-An appreciation for styling
-Being a kid in a candy store

I can't think of one thing on that list I don't want to look like on any given day.

Maybe if we all can think about every great and unique thing about us while we are getting ready to present ourselves, and we look at everything in our closets as if we've just seen it for the first time, we can look this good too. Cattitude is key, bro. Cattitude is key.

^ das Iekeline, she's my fav.

RIGHT NOW:

Obviously, a little black leather, done right, adds the most power to any outfit. This trend has recently proven to stick, a little investment here would be okay if you do it soonish. Guys AND Gals both.

Shoes are and forever will be important. Guys AND Gals

So is your bag. Whereas shoes serve more as a platform, your bag represents your personalitythese days. Choose it wisely and it'll get a good usin', too.

LESS IS MORE--- Simple CHIC
Things to keep in mind is,

1. If you're wearin a piece of cake outfit, keep something classy on you. Heres where leather, snakeskin, fur or gold come in handy. One of those touches keep you looking chic instead of plain jane, ready for the gym or house-bumming.

2. If your outfits busier, keep the hair away from the face and the makeup to a minimum.

3. Less black on the eyes is almost always more during the day.

4. Shit don't have to be real, high quality shines through. Just make sure theres something there or you're whole dependant outfit can get frumped. (I'm talkin if you was countin on your nice bag to pull you through, make sure its nice.)

5. If it looks like you spent a shitload of time on your hair, its probably not doing much for you at all (imoooo)

6. Wanna wear somethin big? Like, shoulder pads, widelegs or johdpurs? Keep your other half small (top or bottom.) It'll keep that nice lean goin and will be sure to not make you look bigger than you are, often times it'll actually make you look smaller when done right.

7. Only part of you that's allowed to advertise is your bag, if you want. Chic peeps don't go around with a louis vuitton bag, chanel scarf and a burberry coat. It's overkill. One at a time, if you must (which sometimes you must.)

8. DETAILS, details. Plastic buttons can ruin the image at times. Metal buttons can add class. This is very individual and for you to decide which buttons are acceptable and which are not. One thing I do, is never buy anything with the classic "forevs 21 two holed" buttons on it. It then becomes obvious of its creator, losing the mystery vibe of "where did you get that!" It's better to just tell people when they are pleased and ask than to advertise firsthand.

END CHIC TEEPS, let me know if you have an opinion...

This chick is on STYLE RADAR

2009-01-07T14:34:00.000-08:00

Classification: TOO HOTT TO REMEMBER HER NAME

LUUK

2009-01-04T12:38:00.000-08:00

Coco Rocha by Craig McDean

2009-01-04T12:35:00.000-08:00

Can I just say?

2009-01-03T12:47:00.000-08:00

I HATE RAW EDGES

Raw cut leather, raw cotton, cut off bullshit, get it out of here!!! Denim has been the only exception since FOREVER, NOT 21.

GET IT OUT OF MY LIFE GET THIS URBAN STATEMENT OUT OF MY LIFE

What Recycling is like

2009-01-01T16:32:00.000-08:00

Departmentstore Santas--- W

(aurally of course, and only one track to ensure a timely download for your packed schedule!)

hny

caitlin

STUFF ID WEAR vol. 1

2008-12-25T23:00:00.001-08:00

HI 4M THE SKY

2008-12-25T21:24:00.000-08:00

+

2008-12-24T21:01:00.000-08:00

Things on my TO DO LIST.

2008-12-24T13:00:00.001-08:00

A little late...I know...

2008-12-24T12:16:00.000-08:00

PRADA, GUYS!

Member this line from S/S 2008?

AND THIS?

So I finally had two hours to kill in Midland salvation army and GUESS WHAT???? I spent 100 dollars, and EVERYTHING WAS ONE DOLLAR. I'm learning how to sewing machine, and I will do cool stuff to stuff. And I plan on looking like that for until I am utterly VOMITING of bright colors.

I even got some victorian boots to match the proper shoe shapes.

fuck ya,

Caitlin

Where are we without the top?

2008-12-15T14:40:00.000-08:00

This post has potential to be improperly received.

Greed is something that we can do without--- False.

If we are honest with ourselves, greed and vanity have plenty of options. We don't have to go to hell or be in a constantly unpleasant state, we don't have to be perpetually grieving for what we don't have, and we don't have to live in materialistic decadence to be vain at all. You only have to be human, and in my experience, every single person feels these emotions and many look down upon them in themselves or in others at one time or another.

In this context I'd rather refer to these things as positive motivation for good people.

Sure, some are going to hell, but so is our society then. We can't all be bad, and although American culture has certainly been hitting some bad points in our consumptive society lately, we've still had some good ideas worth consideration in one's own personal morale.

Without goals where do we go? Are we even on a path or a loop? Can we be comfortable not holding a steering wheel when it has to do with the person we become? In some aspects to some people, perhaps. But I truly believe that appearing to be one persona to others doesn't always mean that we don't care if we are a bad person or not. We do care. Healthy people care, usually, deep down.

Wanting something terribly, wanting to look like something, wanting to own something, these feelings, although frustrating at times, can be beneficial if we utilize them properly. If we don't want what we maybe can't have, we will probably never come close enough to be satisfied with ourselves. On the other hand, it's a surefire way to speed up the process of getting what you want, having a GOAL.

I find that without greed, or without the feeling of loving what you've got and wanting more of it, we might be without a goal in some aspects of our lives. A lack of a goal may not necessarily ruin a person at all, but having one is certainly a big enough deal for me to talk about it. Greed and vanity go well together in the sense that we don't have a negative confidence involved with ourselves. In order to properly use greed as motivation without possibly venturing down a less-approved path, we must not be afraid to thoroughly enjoy the things we've already worked hard for, for ourselves. We can't forget about the efforts we've already made, we can't stop appreciating those. If we were to do this we might lack the abilities to properly gain all that we greed for. We may find ourselves wanting too badly to the point where we steal from our friends or cut others down in our way without a proper feeling of remorse.

And sure, we may long for a pair of leather Prada skinnies, and that is perfectly okay--- as long as you are willing to work or substitute for that greed. Often at times this can mean hardly any effort, which is why I feel these motivators can really help us. It can be fun, we can interpret, work around other things, we can find substitutues that make us happy enough and proud of our efforts. We can build our own. But without an original inspiration, without that first thing we covet that seems untouchable, we'd have never had the idea in the first place nor have had a reason to go out and work for it, come home, and be proud.

Without wanting something we can't have, an opportunity to be proud of ourselves for working with or around it is lost.
Without the existence of that thing that we long for but cannot have, we lose this process as well.

Which brings me to my original thoughts I had in the sauna this afternoon;

I hear so many constant complaints about high fashion. The only conclusion I ever lead to is that you are either assuming the world poorly manages greed like you do, that the world reacts negatively constantly and therefore those of us who do not should not be allowed to enjoy it for ourselves, or perhaps that you are simply ignorant to an interest you wish to have no part in, but still wish to exclaim your views upon to the world around you.

High fashion is an art, and if you have failed to find this as of yet you are either completely blind, are looking in the wrong places, or simply have no appreciation for the body as a canvas. If you have been watching it for years like I have it becomes plain sight for those who open their eyes.

I'm not going into that so much now as I'd like to continue with my original concepts.

So there are all of these untouchable designers we may or may not be able to name, but most likely have encountered plenty of times in our culture today. Dolce and Gabana, Gucci, Prada, Chanel (sadly...yuck) we've all seen these labels flashed before us among the ridiculously rich, magazines, television, whatever the case, and many people get upset. It seems silly that this ignorant child we sit next to in English gets a $3,000 bag that shes got no use for other than to flaunt her endowments, and furthermore, that such a bag should exist, right? And then, the thought ensues that there is an unfair elitism, and then fashion shows are a waste of a few mil, models get paid too much to do nothing but wallor in vanity, people who actually appreciate this stuff suck...I've heard it all and using this way of thinking seems rather easy if this is all that you see. Thing is, it's not really that way underneath it all.

Clothes and shit we buy at macy's or the mall are not the same clothes you see on the runways, although they MAY be the same brand. These are clothes made for everyday people with disposable income...sometimes a shitload of it. Runway shows are composed of works of art, and are usually not for sale unless by special order (meaning they only make a few, or will craft one especially for you for a hefty price.) Not all shows are works of art. Like Coach.
That girl in class with the expensive bag has probably not got the one that critics stir about and artists appreciate, she has been fooled into thinking anything prestigious is what she wants. She is a travesty.
Designers pump out this bullshit to pay their bills. Importing specially woven silks and other items are not cheap, and working fingers to the bone isn't so satisfying without a paycheck either. It's okay to be upset about these things, but man don't take it out on me.
So why does it cost so much anyway?
Because it is the best, of the best, by the best, and unless you are "taking up a career in fashion," a la Lauren Conrad,
upon careful examination in combination with it's performance, we can usually see why without answering questions, if the designer has any real merit at all anyway.

Without the top, without the amazingly beautiful and unattainable works by artists, we would have no reason to not be constantly wearing the same things for decades, no reason to constantly change what we're digging for, what the ideal of beauty might be for every individual...no reason to change...and no inspiration for those who might need a little sometimes.

In every medium theres bullshit artists who are trying to make a buck. Just because high fashion seems so lavish, doesn't mean it ain't the same ole thing. Be happy that you don't have to look at commoners the same way every year, be happy that somebody else is changing their narrow ideas of what to wear constantly, or trust me, you'd be bored. And sorry.

I'm just thankful my hobby's ideal of the top is still so blatantly and celebratedly creative, otherwise I wouldn't be looking anymore. I'm also thankful it gives me the opportunity to wear some things that make me feel great during a certain season, and have the more ignorant strangers compliment the shit out of me in public (often thinking i blew a bunch of cash on it----WRONG!) Here the benefits of having a goal ensue; when a stranger tells you you've reached it, you can't HELP but feel good.

Case in point

PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE????

2008-12-15T13:49:00.000-08:00

Clothing, yes.

You know those shirts people get that are half shirts or pretend double shirts or you know? A nice stripe of a pattern starts right in front and for some, perhaps 'convenient' reason they suddenly end at the side seam? You look in the mirror and might think, "WOW this is a cool shirt." Then everyone sees your back side. Is that a plain blue sweater I see there? OH WAIT, no...they turn around and its got shit patternin' out all over. WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH THAT?

Firstly, the public 'future' is lazy and ignorant. Obviously we can tell when your shirt collar is sewn onto your sweater. Is it too difficult now to put on two shirts? We only have the energy to pull one thing over our heads in the morning these days? Or, do you really think I cannot tell the difference? Perhaps this form of laziness in appearance widely accepted among our citizens these days. By the Ugg count on any given day, regardless of season, I might be able to support a yes.
And the designer, oh my goodness. Only enough energy to sew the stripe on the front side. It's all that matters, the front, right? There seems to have been, sprouting in the mid 1960s, a sudden trend in disregard for quality and thoroughness in products. What really gets MY goat is that garments are the vessel we use to show our faces to the world. I would not hire you in a pretend shirt. I also wouldn't take you seriously.

Secondly, this entire concept in itself offends and opposes my views of styling completely. If you are what you wear, where might this take us? Several roads. If we are impersonating who we want to be when we wake in the morning, or the part of our own selves that we want to shine, I'm sure that nobody wants to come off as fake. If you wear a pretend shirt you are only implying your own shallowness, ignorance, and your inability to properly adjust to change (and as labeled before, laziness.) You can't fully commit to doing something out of the ordinary, you are used to putting on one shirt and two just won't fly. You think that what anyone else sees besides what you see in the mirror in the morning is irrelevant. You fail to see your own flaws. You have false self confidence. And you have no appreciation for the authentic nor the original. This can be tied to an adolescent moratorium; a child believes that if he goes to hot topic and buys a pair of widelegged chain-covered pants, that he will indeed become "goth." To an adult, we can see through his role playing, but to a peer it might be less obvious. The cd is better than the record. The movie was better than the book. All of these thoughts are very misguided in my opinion, and I suppose the adolescent moratorium experience and outcome may have a lot to be responsible for among adults...and the lack there of.
Down further roads, we all know that spending more money on your appearance doesn't make your personbality any better. But we can use the idea of quality in the "you are what you wear" idea. Do you want to be a walking billboard for a half-assed job? For a lack of appreciation?
We do not. And obviously here, I'm not considering post modernist takes on the subject so never mind satirical interpretations of reality.
If I wear a stripe, I am that stripe. If I wear a pattern, I am the pattern. Humans are 3d. We can't all be walking around with 2-dimensional ideas of an aesthetic, we aren't on the computer popping up windows of argyle patterns and closing them at will. If we want to be this color, picture, or pattern, we have to consider every side of the cube. Designer, wearer, or buyer, no matter.
Being something is about more than the idea you are trying to flash us, more than a picture hanging on a string around our necks of who we want to be when we grow up. Being something is letting it seep out of your every pore, creating your own unique scent that floats around you and waves around you fingers at every conversational gesture.

If you want to be something, all you ave to do is act like you already are and it will follow with time. Remember that when you show your face to the world.

Click to enlarge

2008-12-05T13:46:00.000-08:00

TIPS -N- TRIX for PEOPLE like GIRLS, THEATER MAJOR GUYS, AND PEOPLE WHO LIKE WEINERS OF ALL GENDERS(likejosh he hasalot)

2008-12-02T15:02:00.000-08:00

I mean he likes wienners silly!

For any toms who is nervous about intense stuff like lipstick, eyeliner, or eyebrows, you need to just chill out. Nobody says you have to draw the whole line at once! It's okay to mess up, you CAN erase and try again. Dust yoself, it really is nothing...you dont have to wear the same makeup everyday, and you don't have to be a diva to try something new on yourself. I DARE YOU TO CHANGE THE COLOR OF YOUR EYEBROWS JUST THIS ONCE!

*TIPZ*
--- don't use liquid eyeliner if you aren't used to putting it on every single* morning. That shit DOES show if you can't do it in one try...even if you think I can't see your messups I can!!! MY EYEBALS AREN'T EVEN REALLY THAT BIG

---Your pencil doesn't have to be sharp. Seriously. It actually works much better and is more believable if you never sharpen your shit...the only time this doesn't fly is with lip linin'

---color outside the lines. You can do that, it's fine really. This is how average looking people become pretty, it's called a fake. You fake that your eye is bigger or longer or that your eyebrows are big or small or arched or round or that your lips are thick OR that they are thin or even the size of your cheekbones OR concave hollows of the face. If you want one there, you can put one there.

---Want to lookERASE A DOUBLE CHIN??? Use your blush brush, coat it with some tan or a light brown, and dust along the edge of your chin from ear to ear. WALA

---Want to ease som' nasty pimple zit redness before a hot dait? Whip out ya'lls visine and dibble dabble.

--- Wondrin' bout those brows? Were we meant to be? Use an either nude or brown liner to color your hairs. The color doesn't matter so much as we aren't DONE YET. Now, choose from an array of natural colored shadows, and dip your pinky-sized brush up in that. Dust them hairs. The powerder will stick to the consistency of the liner. If you want your eyes to be further apart here you can also use a slightly lighter shade at the beginning of your brows to widen the face. WOW YOU LOOK GREAT! or, THIS COLOR IS WEIRD LETS TRY ANOTHER ONE!

---Need to knab those sultry egyptian shaped eyes? Ever pulled your eyeskin around until you thought you looked prettier in the third grade? Well JEEZ Don't follow your lower line exactly. Let it come away from your eyeball a little near the outside and fill any in between skin with white. Drag the inner corners of your lower eyeball out a little till you approve. This can actually be subtle depsite my exaggerated instructions, and the outer corner trick can also be used to get those far out marvy fatty eyeballs, or the natural sexy 70s doe-balls(use a lighter brown for that one, duh.)

---Tried it and it's not for me? WRONG. Bet you haven't hardly tried the half of it. You are never allowed to say "Lipstick looks gay on me" or "Blush is stupid." You are a narrowminded dick if you say that cuz you DIDNTCOLOROUTSIDETHELINES. You dont have to want to wear makeup in a spot of course, but you are NOT allowed to rule out a medium just because you tried it that one time and it looked like shit. You probly just did it wrong, TRY AGAIN.

Shit, anyone can be good at anything if they just try the fuck again. I am good because I try the fuck all the time. I been trying the fuck out of shit for like eleven fucking years now. I did it cuz I wanted to learn how to trick you into thinking I look good, I wanted to be able to manipulate my presentation to the world at any moment, I wanted to feel confident that I look a part when I need to. And I do and I can. When you are at a networking meeting don't you want to feel like youre well recieved visually in addition to everything else? Dont you want that job at the super stylish store or the maternity boutique? DONT YOU WANT TO LOOK RICH WHEN UR SHOPPING AT THE MACY'S? SEXY WHEN UR AT THE CLUB?
There is a face for every place. SPACE IS THE FACE!

CZECH YA LATER CHICAS~

STUFF ABOUT MY STUFF

2008-12-02T14:16:00.000-08:00

Next week I am to call David Rossiter to come check out the Enlighten Company office. I am preparing to ham it for an internship.

!!!!

Applied to graduate my arts degree yesterday. COOL

Thursday I do another shoot with Jack Kenny and I finally get to go over the last batch of photos. I'm somewhat excited but the stress definitely beets the excitement. 3 projects, 5 papers, 7 exams away... GAY

To recap my endeavors from yesterday---- if you want to hear about deco horror aesthetics and blah blah blah

Upon first sight of Jack Pierce’s astounding makeup masterpiece in Frankenstein (1931) I became deeply infatuated by his work. In combination with the art-deco influenced sets and sharp contrasting lights, the three became an instant work of the mysteriously intriguing past---that of the Depression era. To a person like myself, the 1930s tend to seem like a missing piece of American pop culture history. It is very difficult to find any physical remains of the era beyond what has been left to us in the arts, as not many material possessions have survived from the time period. It is difficult to find archaeological clues: ointments in bottles that made certain strange things easier, perhaps tiny glass clips to keep things together, maybe some photographs so see how a hanky was properly worn by the commoner...these things might exist exclusively in basements or museums that we don’t know of. It is the collector’s enigma in a way. Being able to experience such a time period through the lens of Universal in such a groundbreaking manner for the time period really does become groundbreaking in a strange, remorseful sense. I am able to see these amazing works of art playing out in 3 dimensions, and all angles of every dimension are crafted as artfully as can be. I see a beauty in the simplicity of the plots and the sets, a lack of complications which have escalated to such great heights of satire in our western world today. The easy aesthetics of thick dark lines and geometric shapes---crooked castles to keep us curious and sharp eyebrows to make our imaginational compensation a little more full---these are things we cannot find much outside of the 1930s, and so sorrowful it is to the carefree dreamer of what once was.
This has brought me to my project: a simple recreation of the lighting and makeup which has brought so much pleasure to my own eyes. As a local makeup artist I don’t get many opportunities to work with the intensely exaggerated ideals of this exciting period of horror. I took it upon myself to create this opportunity to work with these long-forgotten aesthetics in the hopes of discovering new ways to look at people and understand this part of our past. I have included a personal recreation of Dr. Frankenstein, as well as Bride of Frankenstein, the very visual character of it’s successful sequel. These two characters are the most visually entertaining to myself. Colin Clive’s reckless god persona and Greta Garbo’s appealing “rat in a cage” act are both quite outstanding and memorably mimicked time and time again.
In my portraits I tried to interpret a three-point lighting system, one behind to create a halo effect and a large lamp above in front pointed at a sharp angle above, which accentuated the sharp shadows seen in both of the Frankenstein films. I used penetrating dark line to accentuate the parts of the face we notice when we are quite ill or crazed for Dr. Frankenstein. I used an angled, tight brush to apply his color, grabbing the more deco shapes out of the shadows. The Bride’s face is more composed of abstract simple color lines and shapes. I used shadow washes for a more graceful and feminine effect, but also because I didn’t want to detract from her paleness.
During this session I noticed a lot of social and sexual attitudes reflecting from the time period in the manner of these two character’s presentations. On the male character we accentuate the lines that we see on a grimaced, masculine, hard-working face. His brow is furrowed and deep in contemplation or philosophical thought. The woman’s face, despite the fact that she is a monster, is still made up to be beautiful. This may come from the idea that women in film must always be pleasing to look at, or the concept that even a monster of a woman is still quite feminine. Also present is the worry that the audience may be bored with a less than beautiful supporting role. Whatever the reason, the comment still stands there for us to interpret. It is not until thirty or forty years later that we see a big casting female made up to be unappealing, and in the 1930s her aesthetic isn’t even necessarily sexual, but that of an artful and respectably intriguing beauty.

ITS GROOVY TIME!

2008-12-01T20:35:00.000-08:00

GROOVY TIME OVER

Film Projec

2008-12-01T19:12:00.000-08:00

mo money mo money mo

2008-11-22T23:33:00.000-08:00

A matter of elegance"""

2008-11-22T23:25:00.000-08:00

Everything I want right now

2008-11-20T13:55:00.000-08:00

All dis talk about cakes make me wanna

2008-11-14T13:03:00.000-08:00

Mommie Dearest

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Doors of Perception

2008-11-11T13:37:00.000-08:00

Painted Ladies

2008-11-11T13:04:00.001-08:00

This is so fucking cool.

2008-11-09T15:37:00.000-08:00

Do you like the Electric Eels? Well now you don't have to!

electricfuckingeels.com! Fucking coolest! thing/ever!

Mati-Mati

2008-11-06T15:43:00.000-08:00

MUSIC VIBEOS!!!!

2008-11-06T15:36:00.000-08:00

This ABBA video changed my style LIFE in the third grade.

This TOM TOM CLUB video changed my style life in COLLEGE

the best of "Ready to Wear"

2008-11-06T15:15:00.000-08:00

My favorite most influential quoted "Ready to Wear" line for Spring 2009 is right here

http://community.livejournal.com/runwaym/1009352.html#cutid1

Maison Martin Margiela is the god of awesome design. Held in a Morgue, he celebrates his twenty year anniversary of the label. AGHGH A MORGUE!

Yes, some of the models are walking backwards. But some of them are indeed walking forward. Pay attention.

These here are some of my personal favorites.

The Spectatorship Theory and Self-Psychoanalysis

2008-11-05T13:24:00.000-08:00

So yall know about the spectatorship theory in film and all that right? Anywaiaz, I have recently contemplated it's effects on much of my childhood. So many of my aesthetic ideas and preferences may have revolved around or have possibly stemmed from the concept's plentiful existence in the majority of my younger years.
More or less, it's all dude-oriented for classic cinema as far as viewing goes. Recall a classic movie made in the 1950s, the dude is usually the main character that we are supposed to relate with. If it's a female, she is disturbed or evil, or perhaps deformed in some way or another. When a woman appears on screen, she arrives in only 2 ds. I'm talkin, time stops, pretty music might come in, longer shots of her beautiful face and hair and dress....the man is often tripped up by her beauty, as is the viewer and the camera man. We are almost in a dreamlike state. When she exits, time goes on in a normal, linear fashion and the story continues. As a female spectator, you are forced to want to place yourself in the mans shoes for perspective. You are attracted to her, you enjoy her beauty, and you feel as though you are wearing the male character's emotions. This, according to theory, suggests that we must become transexual in order to enjoy or properly view the film. This is merely how classical cinema is made, not some freudian stuff I stuck in here. If the female is a main character, you feel shame or something of the like, because something is wrong with her. You feel insane, out of the right mind, or bad, or like you are a bad person (character.) So its all like, really femininly constricting, right? Thing is, I grew up on this shit an choked it down 24 hours a day for years. Now my Grammas kinda insane. I can attribute her narrow view of her role in this world to the male gaze and the spectatorship theory in her beloved everlasting classic cinema.
My grandma eloped at age 14 in 1962, against my great grandmother's will. She had a very shortened childhood, and she left it's official state quickly to leave behind all the shame that came with the awkward pubescent years of baby fat and secondary opinions. Since age 8 she was allowed to make 2-3 dresses a year. This is when she became a designer in our minds (I say this because she never really left the realm of this small countryside family life, even to this day.) Since age 8 she had also become quite the "Pumpkin" as her older brother and his friends liked to call her. Still to this day she reflects on the hurt that these comments gave her with rash comments and a deep inner pain (strangely). When she became thirteen these extras moved to her E-sized breasts, and she suddenly became popular (she usually reflects here with a big grin and dreamy eyes.)
She hadn't any girlfriends anymore, she always says, 'cause they were too cliquey and jealous of her male attention. Her husband to be was one of them, a senior who snuck up and nailed her in the women's lockeroom.
She became pregnant, hence the elope. She was reluctantly let go by our family to live in a home with him. I am excluding a lot of tangents here where she would normally go into the dresses which she designed and wore for these various glamorous occasions, of course. She always says my Great Grandma wouldn't let her keep the child if she had stayed, but everyone knows that this isn't true at all. Great Grandma is always and forever seen as a disregarding and unsympathetic evil mother, even now after her recent death, in Grandma's eyes.
She was hoping for the excitement of the current "female dream." She wanted to cook and sew, make love, and go to dinner parties. She ended up with nothing quite like her 2 dimensional ideal. Her husband became a murderer, a wife-beater, and a child abuser who impregnated her two more times before she even left her hospital bed.
She had my mom first. She got a prescription to Valium, and would pass out for days sometimes in front of a Cary Grant film on repeat, her romance novel at her side and a pack of marlboro reds scattered about her lap. During this time, John was bringing home his motorcycle gang to supervise my mom and her sister. Grandma escaped from her reality in the screens of these classical films. She ignored reality very bluntly.
She let this happen until mom was afraid she wasn't breathing one day and called Great Grandma for help, at age five I believe. Grandma got taken in an ambulance and was put on some other, less dangerous pills. She went through with a divorce, I really don't know what happened there, its very unclear to anyone who wasn't directly involved as it was very awful, I'm sure. I know John has been in prison 3 times since and he likes guns a lot. I try to never come in contact with him in every respect.
The good news here is that my mom ended up pretty cool, and my Grandma did end up remarrying a wonderful man, Tom Case, eventually (he passed away just this past October. It was quite a chapter.) Grandma never learned how to work outside of childcare and handicap-care, and Grandpa worked as the Budweiser rep for Michigan. This was probably the only time in her life which she really got to show off--- at these huge parties he'd get invited to. She had such wonderful leather leggings, to die for really. They were a good looking, nice acting, traditional and loving couple. She fixed him every meal and he went to work every day while Grandma did the laundry and watched her movies, and smoked her cigarettes. And every night after dinner they'd eat icecream and pick out more classic movies to watch. My Grandma's eyes would swell whenever the female characters danced across the screen. She did everyones hair and made everyones clothes. My mom and her would always team me up before my events like prom or whatever, I could trust them until I felt I became better with their teachings.
After Grandpa died last year, she just seems to be losing a lot of support. She still hasn't learned the trades of money keeping and making. She doesn't understnd hurting someone else out of her own realm of existence; she doesn't understand or even see when she favors one daughter over another, or when she's being very rash about a descision. As deep and experienced as she is, she only knows how to display it like a soap opera. She can only read tragic or beautiful, and this is all that she understands anymore. She never had a chance to grow up. I don't think her schema ever wandered far out of her Classic film structure anyhow, even in her late forties. You just can't stop her when the conversation rolls to a beautiful description of a woman's adornment. And it happens in every conversation.

When she was my nanny for years growing up, I'd watch on average 3-4 classic cinema films a day with her. At night, for music, we'd pick out our favorite sounding one to play while we fell asleep, to mask Grandpas snoring. I heard them in my sleep, I drooled over them by day and discussed their ensemble compositions by afternoon. I grew up, I watched Nick at Nite instead of Saturday Morning Cartoons. I left the channel on TCM all day instead of MTV or what the hell ever. I would even constantly compare myself to the female characters in classic films often, particularly when going through tough times. It seems right to me, very ME if you know what I mean. It comes most naturally to me, these classical viewpoints teeming with luxurious and restricting female forms.

And it comes very naturally to me to understand viewing a female's beauty in a dream-like state, like flashes of eye-candied auras or moments in time you will never forget, exactly what she wore and how her hair was parted just so, how time just stops when you feel such pretty, everything I wanted to see and simultaneously be (on the contrary) since forever. Like fashion photography or psychedelic music. Things I like are like this.

I have no reason to think that I've got issues with female independence, I've obviously learned from my Gradma's story...and my mother's, and now my own. It just becomes rather uprooting when you suddenly realize what you've been surrounded with for so long. It also explains a lot, particularly my Grandma, the person I probably have loved most in the entire world. It hurts a little, really. But I've come to the conclusion that the effects of Classical cinema on my life has indeed, for the most part, been positive; maybe weird.
I am in a dream when I'm shopping, when I'm getting dressed. I'm in a dream when I'm looking at pretty women and pretty art and pretty patterns. But I think that this makes my image ideals so much more fine-point. I'm a natural when it comes to building a woman out of a dream. I am an expert at seeing the dream within a woman, and I always know how to pull the dream out of you when I see you...

Cathleen Case, 1980's

My Two Favritez

2008-11-03T20:32:00.000-08:00

Iekeline Stange

"Coffee Break." Covet her 'lids.

And my other favorite, Lara Stone!

She has rile nice breasts.

HELLO BRIGHT LIGHTS

2008-11-03T17:47:00.001-08:00

NO NO NO NO NO NO.

2008-11-02T14:13:00.000-08:00

Elma Huskic in NYC 2008

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Since everybody on the internet thinks this new "off the radar" model rules so hard, I'm about to chew her ass out for sucking so many dicks and bragging about it to her friends.

This ensemble consists of:

1 pair of sheer black tights*
1 vintage black tutu
1 pair of extremely tall pirate boots with heels*
1 sickening ruffle scarf
1 "Blazer"
1 stringy thing tied around it
1 pair of red lips*
1 tousled down hairstyle*
1 pompous juvenile*

So, what is so difficult about understanding conceptualizing an outfit? Hmmn? I'm just getting a little weary here because apparently, NOBODY REALIZES (on the internet) that you can't combine SEXY with CHILDRENS DREAMS. All of the starred items above are items I've deemed as innapropriate sexual indicators that are never allowed to be paired with a tutu. Black hoisery, hooker boots, voluptuous hair and red lips are all symbols for ADULTS ONLY unless being ironic actually worked for you.
Being a travesty is also not allowed to be paired with a tutu. SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS. It's very obvious that this child has made a huge blind mistake. Any designer who knows shit, any stylist, any body who could comprehend this is LOLING behind her back, and here she "carelessly" displays her OMG GUIIIZZZ IM SO WEIRD tutu skirt for the camera man like she is owning this pic. It is clear to me that behind all of this hair is a scared little horny girl who wishes she had a personality with merit but can't quite grasp one yet, or a boyfriend for that matter. Being that it is anything but graceful I don't understand why all dis praise? God, you can be weird and look great, but holy shit you can't TRY to be weird and still expect to look great. Like, normal people can't wake up one morning and be all like, "I wanna look WIEEEERRRD today!"

Anyway, besides all this imaginary stuff, the simple aesthetics of this stupid concoction are all off. Every single one, is off. The boots are too tall for that short and flouncy of a skirt. The heel on it is too chunky anyway, it just lends to that stupid goth-hot-topic-tutu vibe. They also become wider at the knee which throws her thighs into a whirlpool of thin. The blazer? Is that what this even is? I had to have somebody list all of the items she was wearing to even see it. Being that this is a "blazer," I can assume it's a cheap late 80s blazer knabbed from Salvation Army (at least it BETTER not be some vintage designer jacker or some shit being all tied up like that.) You can tell by the boxy-ness and length of the arms. Then to tie off the dragon, oh wait, I mean her torso! Now you can see how thin she is, whereas if she didn't do that we might not be able to tell. So she just had to make sure. You know, that you know. That she's not fat! Thatsa is what I'm hearing. I'm hearing that she wants everyone to know she's in heat, and that she also wants her modeling career to finally blossom, and that she wants me to think she's quirky and cute in a real UNIQUE sort of way. She wants my attention. How lame. Adolescent tutus can't be worn with your hair down, period. I don't know if I can comment on the scarf right now, I'm a little too worked up to deal with that...MOM thing. THAT THING THAT MOMS BUY YOU FOR CHRISTMAS AND YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO THROW OUT IMMEIDIATELY!

TTYN, ELMA HUSKIC.

This thing!

2008-10-31T11:06:00.000-07:00

This thing could come out of your gina!

what about this guy

2008-10-29T18:32:00.000-07:00

Click down there if you liek this guy

http://www.mediafire.com/?mnmmmydfmxt

click up there if you want an album for grey and purple wind days with some rain also

dyou like birds too

2008-10-28T17:54:00.000-07:00

On using my Body as Canvas:

2008-10-28T15:07:00.000-07:00

My personal inspirations for adorning the female figure:
I have always, since I can ever remember, been glued to pictures of women I think are beautiful. Before I was old enough to understand why they were beautiful in composition or emotionally, I was busy re-creating the things I could pick out that I wished I could have, and would put them on my face or my body, or decorate the walls of my life with them.
When I started becoming exposed to an older crowd very frequently I started secretly watching women that I aspired to. I always chose somebody I felt was out of my league, I was never the type to go suck up and become their friend; often than not it just eventually happened because we had similar interests or friends. I would never, ever tell a soul about these vixens I watched so closely, because it would show that I felt I was unoriginal and lacked self confidence; or rather was a follower and not the leader everyone aspires to be when they are at these tender ages. Frankly if you tell everyone where you got something it loses it's charm of mystery. I always chose dangerous ones; notorious for their lack of concern for what somebody like myself would think of them (how liberating it was!) Sometimes though, it was just the perfect medium, an average looking pretty girl with a beautiful way of talking and moving her mouth who never said anything questionable; was always quaint: a real role model type. Powerful and important yet soft and appropriate...all at the same time seemingly put together in the most perfect collaboration of textures and self discipline.
My whole creative world was built upon learning from what I could observe of others, and it still is. But now the difference is I am smart enough and have the courage to recognize I should never ever be ashamed about an inspiration. I have always recognized the follies of copy-cats; and refused to be so obvious, and still refuse. I am proud to say my influences: a mixture of a million things I like! A million things I want to look like, sound like, feel like, because I want to see another young or impressionable person get to feel the way I felt. I want to continue the mysterious and quiet cycle of inspiration in young women, and even if that were to never occur; I am having so much fun recreating that image of mystery and grace that it never matters, because I'd probably never find out if I ever did change the way you look at beauty and things and people and...everything.
Hence, I've solidified what I plan to do with my religious views of my natural world. Since ART is what has made my world so amazing, and others unknowingly giving me such wonderful ideas through images and sounds of beautiful natural ways; PEOPLE and THEIR CREATIONS are going to be what I want to be! A superhero of subconscious value. An interpretter of interpretters for you to interpret. A combination of my own ideas of the ideal, an inspiration to anyone who is open to be as such, and a personal trek of philosophical proportions which I can represent through a person. Bumping heads a thousand times has built us, and it can only rebuild us better.

To me; clothes and shoes and makeup aren't just clothes and shoes and makeup. These are things every human being surrounds itself with, purposefully or unpurposefully. Only some people care or try to do anything with their aesthetic self image, but everyone has an image they portray, or a role in the play of their life which can be appreciated. Everyone has a personality that we can draw from by simply being in their presence in any of the 5 senses; we can be inspired by someones taste, touch, the ring they always wear or the way they never seem to care when their tag is constantly sticking out. The way they smell after they ride their bike or the soap they use in the shower; whether or not they care what you think, some of us our thinking. The way I think keeps me being myself.
I could also draw from repeated experiences of death; Everything you think of, every smell and image, all of this huge list you have made now suddenly reflects everything about their role they have played in our lives and their own, and they may never know the half of it. We have to enjoy people thoroughly while we have their presence, and one of the ways I love to use it is in how i show myself to the world.
My LENSE is all I ever try to bare; not whether or not I look good or cool or normal. THERE ARE SO MANY OTHER LEVELS. I want to show my ideas of what people could be like and what I am like, because lord knows I'm a quiet lady when it comes to personal things many a time. I just like to feel people and I put myself out there for those who like to feel people too. I reach out daily to somebody who can feel me. Can you feel me? Do you understand that I am different every week? That I get bored easily but I never procrastinate over an overused image? I live positively, you can tell this by the statements I am willing to make. I make statements of difference, of the new, of what I am currently infatuated by. Whether it a piece of glass I found at treasure mart, a book I've read, a new line I've seen or a pair of tights you wore to a party one time that changed color when you spilt your drink on them and it made you GLOW like a renaissance angel!!!! ANYTHING

On the contrary, no matter where you choose to take yourself there will always be those who don't understand. Although I have no tolerance for this, I have a million tolerances for this. I recognize the need for indecision and the part of opposition. Without this we are not human and simply ignoring it doesn't make it go away, but trying to accept it doesn't help you either. You just have to believe in yourself! You have to be your own! This is the only way we can truly balance out our lives. For every creative and inspired person in the universe; not everyone has the balls to actually wear their art or ideas. It certainly takes something when you become vulnerable to the outside world of the public eye, on your BODY, your sacred vessel (sneer.) You have to say that you matter more, that what you think is wonderful and acceptable! That what you think is okay and you could wear it if you wanted to! And now you could understand what I am like!

I have watched my self image, literally in the mirror, change with my views of myself and my environmental inspirations I've dug for over the years. And after so long, after so many things you've tried, so many experiences, you feel like you've earned the right to settle down. You've developed your idea of the world. I am a growing adult. And being an adult is not only a responsibility but you also have to be appropriate, because you now know how. I reflect outside how my personality has changed drastically inside. I have earned the right to be respected and so has my appearance. I have earned the right to not symbolize my social standing based on how I part my hair or what type of shoes I wear. I don't feel the need to show that I'm not a slut, that I am intelligent, that I like a certain type of music. I don't try to symbolize how I spend my free time. I don't want to show you how much money I make or that I collect vintage clothes. I JUST DON'T CARE, because my body is a DAMN CANVAS for anything I PLEASE, so trying to draw any of these conclusions from me is more than annoying. You will never see the Caitlin you knew in cat-eyes and beehives ever again. She is DEAD! And I am happy. I feel happy and I feel real and done and opinionated more than I could've ever imagined at those times. I've collected oh-so-many more inspirations that now have the ability to become modestly materialized, without agape mouths and the impression of being hit with an Ellsworth Kelly's Untitled (red).

I am chipping away at the final portrait. IT FEELS GREAT AND I THINK THAT IF YOU WANT IT TO FEEL GREAT TOO THAN YOU SHOULD NEVER REPRESS YOURSELF!
I want to see your ideal, I want to see your lense.
Please get inspired, please open your eyes. You have NO REASON to bout around about how bad things are. YOU HAVE THE WORLD IN FRONT OF YOU AND YOU ARE IGNORING IT. You have people around you who love something little about you that you don't even know that you do right before you laugh, you have people right in front of you who may never tell you that the glasses you collect make their entire world more beautiful when you open the dishwasher in the morning. You have people who want to see you when you are happy and you wear a skirt! BECAUSE YOU CHANGE THEM! You make them want to see whats inside of you that is so wonderful, that they could suck out of you for a moment and then remember it when you are drab...
Without this I could be dead. Without the color of human interaction I could be dead. But life is awesome. I hate it when you say otherwise, and I am okay with saying that because I don't hate anymore, I just used to a lot.

I think my social life has been so dank because I have been searching for someone to aspire to and I find no one but myself. HOW CONFUSING????

Modeling ourselves after other people and things is totally acceptable when done in the name of art, as long as we don't become a mere copy of something widely known in today's pop culture.
Inanimate objects are total game for bodily interpretation.

I understand that critiquing individuals based on their styling is only appropriate when they understand that they are being critiqued or wish to be critiqued. I still like to use my skills, but I recognize that I can't just give somebody a makeover who doesn't want to look different. However, I do find it fair to critique an individual who is trying to symbolize what I personally consider to be a superficial value. And of course, being opinionated is something I do best.

Plundering about with your head down in a world of expression seems silly to me, however there is a line between plundering about and becoming depressed, which these are not the same thing. It's keeping your eyes shut and uninspired that becomes ignorant in my mind, not going through a rough period.

I feel there is a certain rite of passage as a fashion artist to being an adult. This consists of a)trying everything to see what you like,
b)letting go of trying to be some silly persona associated with some sort of a social group (or lack there of)
c) abandoning a care or will to constantly look 'good' to be accepted, and
d)allowing yourself to have no boundaries before you.
I feel I have accomplished all of these on the inside and can now let myself shine through on the outside.

So many forewords

end!

Hi first!

2008-10-28T14:02:00.001-07:00

NEW BLOG ALERT!

I should probably open with some sort of an introductory thesis or whatever. So here's my deAL:

After dealing with a lot of personal losses and acid, I finally became at home with a sort of religious manifest destiny about art and human creation. Being the science jerk that I am, chewing on grievances became difficult and mind boggling for a long time. I mean, being open-minded is a rule I have made for myself, and religions don't really fit into any of this idea very well.
So ONE day in last October I found myself out in the rain on a grey day and I felt Jesus touchin' my fingers as we painted over everything. I felt the wrath of PURE ZEN!!!! Suddenly I became a magic apostle of human capability with a can of spray paint for a wand.

Anyway aside from lame cid jokes, my whole life I've strived to learn and to share what I've learned or to find and share what I've found, in hopes to expand your brain a healthy amount. Now I have a solid definition and a place to do that called the internet.
I want to share with you all of my inspirations, my ideas, my findings and my creations. A lot of these things are creations of others, or interpretations of creations of others. Hence my ZEN. See, if we are all made out of the same damn recycled and traded particles of life and our minds are shaped by all of our other shapes we meet and bump into, then why the hell isn't art more important to more people? It's what we do with our gift of life while we are here, we create, we inspire others and much of the time we will never know our footprint of ideas we leave behind when we go. People who have been dead for thousands of years have shaped all of our ideas and changed our perspectives and added knowledge. In every individual, our lives are like our own history book. Every thing we see, experience, every person we meet and hear and dislike and touch can go in our own book. Everyone's creations and ideas are important somehwere, somehow. And within all of this we are GIVING these inspirations, ideas and creations to eachother constantly and unknowingly. We are sharing! Like nice people!
Now this obviously means that my DESTINY is to SHARE WITH YOU and to show you how to wanna CREATE! And also people who don't get inspired and don't create or have ideas don't count. They are losers.

So, um, I just need a sharing outlet, so here.

xoxo suckers

Georgina Cooper photographed by Terry Richardson for Harper's Bazaar 1997