Thursday, May 31, 2007
Bee Mine
Tonight was opposites for me. My plan was to leave work on time, head over to the gym which I haven't gone to all week and eat a nice lite healthy dinner. Well, that didn't really happen. I stayed late at work by the time I actually got to the gym I realize I forgot to pack my gym shoes. I got stuck in traffic on the way home and started to get a hunger headache. Then it appeared, the Del Taco. Crap!. I ended up eating junk and sitting on my arse while watching the national spelling bee. This was the complete opposite plan I had for tonight. I totally love the kid that won the spelling bee though. I was routing for him the whole time after seeing all their bio's. The kid is this musical genius math loving nerd. He has all these other interests he likes more then spelling. I love that he just said that spelling only involves memorization and not creativity so that's why he doesn't like it as much. My favorite was his end interview where they were trying to get him to admit that now that he won, spelling is his favorite and he's all like "no, I like it but just because I won doesn't make me change my mind about it." He's awesome, my hero of the day for sures!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Blasphriendly
Hey you know what this blog needs after that last post? Something hot sexy and blasphemous! Guess what I just got tonight? A hot sexy full size bed, oooooooh yeah! Goodbye twin size bed, hot sexy slumber parties here I come! Here's some sexy ladies from my sketch book, maybe don't scroll down all the way to the fourth one if you are at work ;-)
dreamy
Okay, the dream I had last night was like no other. I'd have to say it is the closest I've ever had to a religious experience. For those that know me know that I am not a religious person and never really have been. That's why this dream really hit me in a strange place. Don't take this as preachy. I just really wanted to share this because I am fascinated by it.
I was jumping from rock to rock in a marsh not really thinking or doing much else. Suddenly the Earth shakes and rocks pop up out of the water while others sink what seems like a thousand miles below. There seems to be a booming loud voice but the voice can only be heard inside my head (I'm not sure how I know this). I am being given a riddle, of sorts, to solve. The voice wants me to name the A-B-C's of the spiritual/religious world. I get the A word right and the B word right. I really wish I could remember what they were now but I can't seem to. I'm pretty confident when I get to C and name the "crucifixion." I am wrong and feel more alone then I've ever felt. I take what feels like a life time to make a second guess while I sit on a rock in the marsh. I guess "Christ." Again I am wrong and feel even more lost then before. I remember waking up a few times in the middle of this dream and laying in bed thinking I have to figure out what the last key is. In my head I fade in and out from being on that rock to laying in my bed. I've never been able to come back to the same dream before but this didn't seem to be a problem. I make another guess, the "church." I am wrong again and feel hopeless, like I will be stuck on that rock forever. In my head years go by. It comes to me finally how wrong I had been the whole time. With confidence I've never had before I say "compassion." I know I am right and don't even need the voice to tell me so. It hits me, without compassion the crucifixion is just a bloody act of violence against man, plenty of people were crucified not just Christ what made his crucifixion special was the ultimate act of compassion. Without compassion Christ was just a man. Without compassion the church was just a building. I know that limiting myself to only the Christian mythology and not taking other beliefs into account blindsided me. I had been lost with only thoughts of the messengers and not the actual message. Once I fully understood this I looked up and realized that although I had always thought I was just in a swamp and later just on a rock there was so much more around me, for the first time the landscape was endless and I didn't feel lost or alone anymore.
I was jumping from rock to rock in a marsh not really thinking or doing much else. Suddenly the Earth shakes and rocks pop up out of the water while others sink what seems like a thousand miles below. There seems to be a booming loud voice but the voice can only be heard inside my head (I'm not sure how I know this). I am being given a riddle, of sorts, to solve. The voice wants me to name the A-B-C's of the spiritual/religious world. I get the A word right and the B word right. I really wish I could remember what they were now but I can't seem to. I'm pretty confident when I get to C and name the "crucifixion." I am wrong and feel more alone then I've ever felt. I take what feels like a life time to make a second guess while I sit on a rock in the marsh. I guess "Christ." Again I am wrong and feel even more lost then before. I remember waking up a few times in the middle of this dream and laying in bed thinking I have to figure out what the last key is. In my head I fade in and out from being on that rock to laying in my bed. I've never been able to come back to the same dream before but this didn't seem to be a problem. I make another guess, the "church." I am wrong again and feel hopeless, like I will be stuck on that rock forever. In my head years go by. It comes to me finally how wrong I had been the whole time. With confidence I've never had before I say "compassion." I know I am right and don't even need the voice to tell me so. It hits me, without compassion the crucifixion is just a bloody act of violence against man, plenty of people were crucified not just Christ what made his crucifixion special was the ultimate act of compassion. Without compassion Christ was just a man. Without compassion the church was just a building. I know that limiting myself to only the Christian mythology and not taking other beliefs into account blindsided me. I had been lost with only thoughts of the messengers and not the actual message. Once I fully understood this I looked up and realized that although I had always thought I was just in a swamp and later just on a rock there was so much more around me, for the first time the landscape was endless and I didn't feel lost or alone anymore.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Past My Bedtime
Okay, weekend, hmmmm, its a bit of a blur now. I believe it was fun though. Saturday night I went to a karaoke birthday party. I managed to find something or other so funny that I spit up my drink all other another party go'er. I didn't even know that could be done outside of the world of cartoons. Sunday I bought a giant Superman piñata at the party shop and things to fill it with. I was torn because I wanted to get the Batman piñata but I figured the All American red white and blue Superman was more holiday appropriate. Yesterday was the BBQ at the Hollywood Fuck House. I drank too much vodka and didn't eat anything except a small salad, oophs. T'was a good time. I managed to accidentally get popped in the jaw. It hurt like a mother fucker and my jaw is still a little tender, again oophs. I woke-up around 4 this morning still a little tipsy terrified that I would still be by the time I had to get to work, luck for me it wore off. Today I sat at my desk and dreamed of all the hardcore uncensored sleep I was going to get tonight. Oh nubile sleep you will be mine! Here's another photo from the BBQ that I like.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Weeeeeeeee!
Still a little drunk face to talk about 3 day weekend, but who cares here's photos!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/framented_light/sets/72157600280091067/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/framented_light/sets/72157600280091067/
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Maiden Form
There are just somethings I have always gravitated towards. Whenever I see an article or book or movie or any type of information on gender identification or sexual oddities I will instantly read or watch it. It is kind of the opposite reaction I have with anything that involves math where my brain ceases to function. So when awhile back a program came on very late about transgender children I completely dropped what I was doing and was glued to my TV for the rest of the night. It was this special where they had three different children one was 4, one 10, and one 15 who were transgender. The 10 year old was having the hardest time with it and you could tell the kid had a lot of emotional issues, it was really sad. He had a twin sister that was a girl which he wanted to be so badly, the resentment was frightening. There wasn't too much new information I hadn't heard already from other sources. However I was fascinated by something new that I never heard before. Apparently almost all transgender children become obsessed with mermaids. Mermaids have no genitalia and there gender is based on what they present themselves as and feel like they are. Transgender children are very confused by their genitals because they don't feel like what they have belongs on their bodies, like it was a horrible mistake of nature. Now every time I see images of mermaids I think about this and it makes mermaids magical to me again. I know that sounds silly but it's just how I feel. I love that they have this whole other dimension to me now.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
viva
Don't mind me, I'm just taking a little internet break here. So YAH party it is late on a Friday night at the start of a three day weekend! Oh wait did I say party? Yeah, not so much, not that I'm not having a blast doing what I'm doing. I have been pleasantly hermit like lately. I have decided to take on a rather large complicated art project. It has been making me so happy. I haven't done a really complicated personal endeavor like this in such a long time. Before this I was mostly satisfied doodling in my sketchbook and other little things. So far I have mapped out my work and have been diligently tweaking and creating a pattern that involves 156 pattern pieces. Still working on the pattern pieces but hopefully this weekend I will be starting on the actual materials. I suppose all my friends are out right now having fun and what not. I kinda love this personal time I've been having though. My brother just gave me a ton of new burned CD's I've been listening to and loving. I'm very excited for this three day weekend! Viva la loveliness!
Friday, May 25, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
This Blows
I was shocked to find out that Isabella Blow died 2 weeks ago. I have been reading a lot about her life and death recently. She was such an amazing eccentric. I'm sad that she's gone. In memory of her here's a little about her life.
The eldest child of Major Sir Evelyn Delves Broughton, 12th Bt, a military officer, and his second wife, Helen Mary Shore, a barrister, she was born in London in 1958. Grandfather (Sir Jock Delves Broughton) who was tried and acquitted of an infamous murder in Kenya in the 1940s. Blow witnessed the drowning death of her young brother when she was only four. As she told Tamsin Blanchard of The Observer in 2002, "I've done the most peculiar jobs. I was working in a scone shop for years, selling apricot-studded scones. I was a cleaner in London for two years. I wore a handkerchief with knots on the side, and my cousin saw me in the post office and said, What are you doing? I said, What do you think I look like I'm doing? I'm a cleaner!" According to the Blanchard interview, Blow was disinherited by her father in 1994 and received only ₤5,000 of his reported ₤7 million fortune.
Blow moved to New York City in 1979 to study Ancient Chinese Art at Columbia University. A year later, she left the Art History program at Columbia, moved to Texas, and worked for Guy Laroche. In 1981, she married her first husband, Nicholas Taylor (whom she divorced in 1986), and was introduced to the then fashion director of the US edition of Vogue, Anna Wintour. She was hired initially as Wintour's assistant, but it was not long before she was assisting Andre Leon Talley, now the USA Vogue's editor-at-large. While working in New York, she befriended Andy Warhol and Jean-Michel Basquiat. In 1986, she returned to London and worked for Michael Roberts, then Fashion Director of Tatler and the Sunday Times Style magazine. In 1989, she married her second husband, art dealer Detmar Blow, in Gloucester Cathedral; he is a grandson (and namesake) of the society architect, the late Detmar Blow. Philip Treacy designed the bride's wedding headdress and a now-famous fashion relationship was forged. Blow established Treacy in her mother-in-law's basement flat, where he worked on his collections for two years. Blow eventually appeared, wearing a Treacy hat, in the 2004 Wes Anderson film, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. According to an interview with Tamsin Blanchard, Blow declared that she wore extravagant hats for a practical reason: "to keep everyone away from me. They say, Oh, can I kiss you? I say, No, thank you very much. That's why I've worn the hat. Goodbye. I don't want to be kissed by all and sundry. I want to be kissed by the people I love." She discovered Alexander McQueen and purchased his entire graduate collection for ₤5,000, paying it off in weekly ₤100 installments. Spotting Sophie Dahl, Isabella described Dahl as "a blow up doll with brains" and launched the model's career. In 2002, she became the subject of an exhibition entitled When Philip met Isabella, featuring sketches and photographs of her wearing Treacy's hat designs.
Toward the end of her life, Blow had become seriously depressed and reportedly was anguished over her inability to "find a home in a world she influenced", wrote Cathy Horyn of The New York Times on 10 May 2007. As one of Isabella's friends, Daphne Guinness, told Horyn, "She was upset that [Alexander] McQueen didn't take her along when he sold his brand to Gucci. Once the deals started happening, she fell by the wayside. Everybody else got contracts, and she got a free dress". According to a 2002 interview with Tamsin Blanchard, it was Blow who brokered the deal in which Gucci purchased McQueen's label. Other pressures on her fragile psyche were money problems and infertility; according to an article in the Daily Mail, Blow and her husband had unsuccessfully tried in vitro fertilization eight times. "We were like a pair of exotic fruits that could not breed when placed together", she said.
Following a row with her mother-in-law over which member of the family would inherit Hilles, Isabella and Detmar Blow separated — Detmar went on to have an affair with the bisexual novelist Stephanie Theobald, while Isabella entered into a liaison with a gondolier she met in Venice — but they reconciled 18 months later. In 2006, again according to The New York Times, Blow attempted suicide twice, once by jumping from the Hammersmith Flyover, which resulted in her breaking both legs. After this, the paper noted, the fashion icon "became more and more remote, convinced that she would end up as a bag lady." On 6 May 2007, during a weekend house party at her husband's ancestral home, Hilles, near Stroud, Gloucestershire, where the guests included Treacy and his life partner, Stefan Bartlett, Blow announced that she was going shopping. Instead, she later was discovered in a state of distress by one of her younger sisters and was taken to Gloucestershire Royal Hospital, where Blow told the doctor that she had drunk the weedkiller Paraquat. She died at the hospital two days later. The London Times reported on 9 May 2007 the details of Blow's death and noted that her husband's father had also used Paraquat to commit suicide. She was buried from Gloucester Cathedral on 15 May 2007. Her coffin, made of willow, was surmounted by one of her Philip Treacy hats instead of a floral tribute.
The eldest child of Major Sir Evelyn Delves Broughton, 12th Bt, a military officer, and his second wife, Helen Mary Shore, a barrister, she was born in London in 1958. Grandfather (Sir Jock Delves Broughton) who was tried and acquitted of an infamous murder in Kenya in the 1940s. Blow witnessed the drowning death of her young brother when she was only four. As she told Tamsin Blanchard of The Observer in 2002, "I've done the most peculiar jobs. I was working in a scone shop for years, selling apricot-studded scones. I was a cleaner in London for two years. I wore a handkerchief with knots on the side, and my cousin saw me in the post office and said, What are you doing? I said, What do you think I look like I'm doing? I'm a cleaner!" According to the Blanchard interview, Blow was disinherited by her father in 1994 and received only ₤5,000 of his reported ₤7 million fortune.
Blow moved to New York City in 1979 to study Ancient Chinese Art at Columbia University. A year later, she left the Art History program at Columbia, moved to Texas, and worked for Guy Laroche. In 1981, she married her first husband, Nicholas Taylor (whom she divorced in 1986), and was introduced to the then fashion director of the US edition of Vogue, Anna Wintour. She was hired initially as Wintour's assistant, but it was not long before she was assisting Andre Leon Talley, now the USA Vogue's editor-at-large. While working in New York, she befriended Andy Warhol and Jean-Michel Basquiat. In 1986, she returned to London and worked for Michael Roberts, then Fashion Director of Tatler and the Sunday Times Style magazine. In 1989, she married her second husband, art dealer Detmar Blow, in Gloucester Cathedral; he is a grandson (and namesake) of the society architect, the late Detmar Blow. Philip Treacy designed the bride's wedding headdress and a now-famous fashion relationship was forged. Blow established Treacy in her mother-in-law's basement flat, where he worked on his collections for two years. Blow eventually appeared, wearing a Treacy hat, in the 2004 Wes Anderson film, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. According to an interview with Tamsin Blanchard, Blow declared that she wore extravagant hats for a practical reason: "to keep everyone away from me. They say, Oh, can I kiss you? I say, No, thank you very much. That's why I've worn the hat. Goodbye. I don't want to be kissed by all and sundry. I want to be kissed by the people I love." She discovered Alexander McQueen and purchased his entire graduate collection for ₤5,000, paying it off in weekly ₤100 installments. Spotting Sophie Dahl, Isabella described Dahl as "a blow up doll with brains" and launched the model's career. In 2002, she became the subject of an exhibition entitled When Philip met Isabella, featuring sketches and photographs of her wearing Treacy's hat designs.
Toward the end of her life, Blow had become seriously depressed and reportedly was anguished over her inability to "find a home in a world she influenced", wrote Cathy Horyn of The New York Times on 10 May 2007. As one of Isabella's friends, Daphne Guinness, told Horyn, "She was upset that [Alexander] McQueen didn't take her along when he sold his brand to Gucci. Once the deals started happening, she fell by the wayside. Everybody else got contracts, and she got a free dress". According to a 2002 interview with Tamsin Blanchard, it was Blow who brokered the deal in which Gucci purchased McQueen's label. Other pressures on her fragile psyche were money problems and infertility; according to an article in the Daily Mail, Blow and her husband had unsuccessfully tried in vitro fertilization eight times. "We were like a pair of exotic fruits that could not breed when placed together", she said.
Following a row with her mother-in-law over which member of the family would inherit Hilles, Isabella and Detmar Blow separated — Detmar went on to have an affair with the bisexual novelist Stephanie Theobald, while Isabella entered into a liaison with a gondolier she met in Venice — but they reconciled 18 months later. In 2006, again according to The New York Times, Blow attempted suicide twice, once by jumping from the Hammersmith Flyover, which resulted in her breaking both legs. After this, the paper noted, the fashion icon "became more and more remote, convinced that she would end up as a bag lady." On 6 May 2007, during a weekend house party at her husband's ancestral home, Hilles, near Stroud, Gloucestershire, where the guests included Treacy and his life partner, Stefan Bartlett, Blow announced that she was going shopping. Instead, she later was discovered in a state of distress by one of her younger sisters and was taken to Gloucestershire Royal Hospital, where Blow told the doctor that she had drunk the weedkiller Paraquat. She died at the hospital two days later. The London Times reported on 9 May 2007 the details of Blow's death and noted that her husband's father had also used Paraquat to commit suicide. She was buried from Gloucester Cathedral on 15 May 2007. Her coffin, made of willow, was surmounted by one of her Philip Treacy hats instead of a floral tribute.
Swim Suit Season
WOW, posting images on here is so super easy! In that case let me show you what I've been working on. The summer line is jus hitting stores and getting a lot of print and catalog ads. Here's what I do with my day, enjoy!
Found Fun
Today was a long drawn out day of meetings and fast talkers. Blah, I was in bad moodland. In the evening I went I went to Largo for a benefit show. I felt much better after just sitting and chilling for awhile and getting some good food in my belly. The MC came out and talked about his organization that all the nights proceeds went towards, 826LA. 826LA is a non-profit organization dedicated to supporting students ages 6 to 18 with their creative and expository writing skills, and to helping teachers inspire their students to write. He was frightfully charming and terribly adorable. He read one story of a 6 year old boys review of Disneyland, it was hilarious. After him Davy Rothbart the founder of Found magazine came on stage and did a reading of some of his favorite Found pieces. I love that magazine and he was very enjoyable in his dramatic reenactment reading of the found writings. Patton Oswalt came out and did some stand up that literally had me in tears. He is one of my favorite comics and I'm glad that I finally got to see him live. The night was wrapped up with the music of The Watson Twins. They were so lovely and charming. I bought one of their tote bags that I can put my Trade Joe's groceries in, it has a picture of a pony on it! Man Largo is the best, I always have such a great time there. Completely mood altering place.
My friend Ashley just sent me this photo from our friend Lexxa's wedding back in November. Note: this photo isn't staged, I was actually drinking champagne straight from the bottle. I am a classy classy broad.
My friend Ashley just sent me this photo from our friend Lexxa's wedding back in November. Note: this photo isn't staged, I was actually drinking champagne straight from the bottle. I am a classy classy broad.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Sketchy
Okay, here's my attempt to post images. These are the last two drawings I did in my sketch book.
Smooth Talker
My new favorite pick-up line:" Sense you lost your virginity can I have the box it came in?"
Lord help us all I can now blog from work. Next on my new blog agenda is figuring out how to post photos. However, if you want to see a great photo check out the pictures of Elwood Lindsey posted on her blog today *tear* http://bigtimehikers.blogspot.com
Lord help us all I can now blog from work. Next on my new blog agenda is figuring out how to post photos. However, if you want to see a great photo check out the pictures of Elwood Lindsey posted on her blog today *tear* http://bigtimehikers.blogspot.com
Monday, May 21, 2007
New Use for Whiteout
Well, now that I made the announcement to everyone about this new blog I feel like I should have a really amazing first post to write, unfortunately today was rather uneventful. I did a decent amount of sketching the second part of the day which was nice. Unfortunately I was so focused on drawing up a set of my new designs with smocked bands and inking in the tiny details that I didn't notice when I somehow scrapped my knuckle. After I finished my immaculate sketches I realized that the papers were covered in blood. Luckily whiteout is also very effective in covering up blood stains. noted
House Warming for My New Blog
Hi! Welcome to my new blog! After over 600 posts in my last blog I have decided to move the blogging away from myspace and onto blogger. I started blogging on myspace simple because it was more convenient but it has grown more an more incontinent. So it might take me awhile to fully get the swing of this new blog site down but in the end I think it will be better. So enjoy!!!
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