Tonight I have spammed your dash. This was the early stages of a mix-media fox painting I made. The fox is now red.
Tonight I have spammed your dash. This was the early stages of a mix-media fox painting I made. The fox is now red.
Z is for Zac Posen
Remember a few posts back (a month ago?) I said something about a project I had in mind?… of course you don’t. Regardless, it’s Fashion’s A to Z, thought up by none other than my very own Kristen. She’s kinda fab and I dedicate this to her.
Hello all!
I would like to introduce you to my lovely friend Rosie, if you haven’t heard of her already. In her words, a Peaceful Warrior fighting the battle for her life, she has many talents, like writing poetry and cooking delicious-looking vegan food, but really, there is so much more! Read more about her @ We Are One
On her blog, she writes:
I will be here —> we.are.one@inbox.com
And you email me a question you have, or a concern, or just a pondering about life. Perhaps it’s something you feel too shy or embarrassed to ask others, or too scared to ask yourself. Or perhaps you just needed a loving awakening to realize that someone out there cares for you, even if we’ve never met.
So write me, and I will write or video back. :)
She is such a beautiful person, inside and out, and I wish you to go learn more about her :)
“Well, how can I find inspiration?” they would ask.
“Look around you!” I would say. “Look out the window. Go for a walk. Go to a movie. Go to a museum. Go see a show. Read a book. Go to the library. Take the Circle Line. Have a conversation.”
— Tim Gunn in Gunn’s Golden Rules
I know at the beginning of the week I promised more illustrations, but half of it I spent with a non-functioning computer!! Don’t like excuses? Me neither. Sorry? Okay. Good!
I had seen this leather skirt amongst the the same pile of leather where I found the shorts and I thought about it for days, until today when I decided I had to have it. Lucky for me people in Florida aren’t too crazy to buy leather with summer creeping in so it was still there! Horrah! It’s mine. In all it’s poor-quality phone-photo glory!
Artist of paper city is Gabriel Ramos. The display was at a small gallery at my University.

Throughout the day really catchy (often, obnoxious) songs make their way in to my head and overstay their visit. Most often Boyfriend is the lucky lad to hear them; I don’t grace just anyone to my honeyed voice. Sometimes it’s the newest hit on the radio, other times it’s new music I’ve come upon on my Internet Adventures.
Unfortunately for myself and Boyfriend, most of the time we are not so lucky to have a popular, or even particularly liked song playing on repeat in my brain. Don’t misunderstand me reader, I have a diverse music bank, but for an unknown reason songs from years, nay, decades ago come to me when I am trying to have quiet thinking time.
Let it be noted I haven’t actually listened to some of these songs for years. They are haunting me, much like Freddy Krueger wouldn’t stay dead and haunted those poor kids.

Pastel Sunglasses and Kimichi Blue Paperbag Trouser
It is not summer yet, but the sun shines even though the wind may be cruel. If it would be socially acceptable I would run from building to building regardless of my shoes (lucky for me I was wearing chucks this morning… and I ran… when no one was looking… at 6am…). Color changing sunglasses and sunshine covering my ass? Reader, I needn’t confirm how excellent these are.
This morning before work I put on my best spandex because I had hoped to go to yoga with Valentina. After multiple tries of contacting her after work I realized it wasn’t yet noon and she was probably still sleeping.
I decided to run errands instead, which constituted of obtaining necessary school items; however, half of my purchases were in the form of candy, which may be the very opposite of exercise (judging…).
However, I still have my stretchy pants and long socks on, and I’m about to go roller-blading with my friend Scott, so Glutes-of-stone, I call you hither!