Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Conifers are inedible

The perfect treat to tell your lover that you think they're cute!

A basketball gown from Japanese Vogue

Happy December sealy-babies!!! This is literally how I feel every day in this cold, brutal winter wonderland

The photo above is a dedication to my friend Berkeley who has been working for years to accumulate this many buckeyes and has finally accomplished the buckeye collection of her dreams resulting in a gorrrrgeous sculpture project.


Monday, November 22, 2010

I can't help feeling we could have had it all

At 400′ tall Miami's new Design District condominium represents a dynamic synergy between architecture, structural engineering, and ecology. Extracting power from its environment utilizing the latest advancements in wind turbines, photovoltaics, and solar hot water generation COR upon completion will be seeking a LEED Platinum certification. The polka dotted hyper-efficient exoskeleton shell simultaneously provides building structure, thermal mass for insulation, shading for natural cooling, enclosure for terraces, armatures for turbines, and loggias for congregating on the ground.
Crazy picture from 1960- Westlands looks the same minus the new dorms..
feels like fall
paris vs. new york?
specialized (color/liquid) meditation

Friday, October 8, 2010

Pour Poesie

Waves of Physical and Emotional Growth

Crystallized by her mothers matter

from photographs with wavy edges and handwritten baking books.

Each parent took a tiny palm, picked her up and swung her over curbs.

When her mother refused to wait in lines long for rainbow

sprinkles the toddler’s tantrum was spurred.

She learned to tie shoelaces on black patent shoes in Bloomingdales

where the sales ladies asked if her seaside eyes

were purchased in their department --

Swung years away on that hammock out back,

nestled in between pineapple palms.

Placed her turtles in the pool and her bunny on the grass

where neither should have ever ventured-

In time her mother realized, she should have had another,

noticed her child could relate to adults, but not to other children.

Layers of neon Band-Aids were patted on the pain of loneliness.

She wrapped her retainer in a brown paper napkin.

Paced back and forth- those girls, sky high buns and palms clasped to palms

in front of a dreamy man’s eighth grade classroom, his song was their psalm.

Jet-skied through journalism with too silvery a giggle and an inexperienced

pulsating mind, two friends shared a book of “spiteful to survive” letters.

Childhood made up in shades of sherbet,

we kicked our awkward chicken legs.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Solar Souls

Solar Souls

In the story the moon jellies kissed
The sky cracked with broken melons
Faces collected in the buckets below
Silence was accumulated in test tubes
Earth's soul smiled into a jam jar
The dreams during us still inky and wet
Dreams drenched in purple - you remember
Windows make memories crisp
The hue, the shade of soaked history
Sometimes, we strung the stars through the silence

Thursday, August 19, 2010

All at once, the leaves drip into a perfect circle
Fall, Fall, its almost autumn.
You watch those skeleton leaves collect at your feet
The world is only to be seen in black and white
The colors were pulled out so quickly it was as if a coin was flipped
A cylinder tipped
And all throughout, liquid shades of grey

"Sold my cold knot, a heavy stone
Sold my red horse for a venture home
To vanish on the bow
Settling slow"

You know, everything in life is about space.
The space between you and me
The space between where you're going and where you are
The space between then and now
The space between us
The only thing as important as space is time

Friday, July 30, 2010

It's so bizarre how life's "things" can be simplified to the base
The "things" are often a great deal more complicated when carried out
Each sentence calls for a certain word
Just as each string of memories calls for a certain image
Sea-blue eyes, but blue, not blue-green

The discovery of my constant motion has always been there
Though it has just been unveiled to me recently

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Photograph From S. DeSocio's Old House

We showered with lavender soap
Light streamed in and dipped us in gold
Did you see the fire in the yard?
All of the trees were alight, they had no faces to show
And I have a kettledrum, I'll hit the Earth with you
And I have a red kite;
I'll put you right in it.

Every fresh page is green and all the grass is drunk
Kept trying to catch the same silver bubble, over and over
But that's the point-- I can't
Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.
Eat all them thirty three candles

He smiled at me and I looked up into his face and he lit up the room

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Interactive Art

Since I've been in India I've shifted my focus
Fluidity presents itself in a clearer complexity

Hold me in direct sunlight
These threads are my veins -
Veins are the roads to memories
Treat accordingly.

Touch me
I am a photograph; or am I capturing it?
You are truly a Power Ranger

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Sun Drenched Summer

Listening to: Charu's Theme From Satyajit Ray's Film Charulata
As you may have noticed,
one of the first times I posted on this blog I declared my dream to travel.
India was at the top of my list,
one my dreams of travel is finally being realized as I depart to this magnificent faraway land.
Two days from now I will be adjacent to the Indian Ocean
In grapefruit sunsets I'll be engulfed.
I will be ecstatic regardless of anything, because I'll be in India-
If you can't tell I'm beyond excited!
Darjeeling is on repeat..tout le temps :)
Oh and today was marvelous. As one of my last American Days I broke into the Ritz beach, I ate delicious Sir pizza and I swam in my infinite blue backyard.
I love jooyyyy

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Moon Eyes

The other day I happened to meet the most beautiful little girl,
She was very tan and had golden hair and almost silver eyes
She must have been about six.
Her silver eyes became moon shaped and lit up when she spotted my face painting booth.
This little soul was so readable that she seemed like a character from a novel
She hopped into the face painting chair and declared she wanted to be a butterfly.
I painted her little face blue and pink and gave her silver sparkles,
she stared into my sunglasses the entire time acting as if they were a mirror-
She watched herself change into a butterfly
I was entirely fascinated, and she seemed to be as well.
It was a precious moment during a marvelously sun-drenched day.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Prose for Dreamers

Some images captivate my thoughts
Recurring until I write them down
If we all lived in a glass bubble world
We could locate a harmony
Visuals of curly creatures swirled

Vertical life
That man in the sky
He can climb, but not fly.

Lavender lids
Human dolls with lavender lids
We curl into each other
As would a plume of smoke

I can't see through the branches
I drifted up, up, up
Met the man whom I thought could not fly
Mistaken was I-

The light patterned his skin octagons
My holographic man.

My sunshine falls like confetti
Liquid metal rain
Hearts pop playing
In galactic skies, everyone fucks freely.

Monday, May 17, 2010


and thats the e x tent of it.

Thursday, May 6, 2010


I would just like to say
Lady Gaga makes the world a sparklier and more interesting place
I would love to own some of her outfits and bows.
She also reps hello kitty which is presh of her
I am a fan.
Lavender!?!?! YES, plz. See, the thing is Gags just rocks herself and I think it's cool that she's kind of in between an alien and a doll. aaaaaaand moooonsters!
this dress

Monday, May 3, 2010

and i suppose there will be days like this

I just feel like this blog has become so anticlimactic. I don't know. I have been having the most troubling difficulties writing as of the past couple of months. I suppose writers block does exist. I mean, I was always a bit dubious about the whole "writers block" phenomenon- I'm not really the type to contract a disease like that or even accept it as a possibility. But it's true. Creativity comes in waves, sometimes you can't write things- you just need to live them. It's not like I don't have interesting things going on- exactly the opposite. I left Paris for good (as much as it pains me to say for good, it is true) about a week ago. I was in New York at good old SLC for a week which was a refreshing integration back into normal life. I returned to my home city of Miami yesterday and of course its been inexplicably comforting. I am here for four days then off to Denver to visit my love Austin for a week then back home for a bit and off to INDIA! geez. eez ez. OH OH and omg omg I saw the best thing ever at Sarah Lawrence. One night Raz, Sarah and I were kickin it behind the music building and we saw WILD BUNNIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omgzzzzzz. best. moment. ever. clearly. So now I'm here and stuff and I don't really know. Life is flowin.

Friday, March 19, 2010

you ache just like a woman, but you break just like a little girl

Above is an early Valentino sketch. I find these sketches extremely inspiring, especially because I have been spending a great deal of my time lately creating pages upon pages and dossiers filled up with different collections. I am working on a Pop Art collection at the moment and next month will be an Amazon collection.
i llllllllooooooooooveeeeeee bun buns

Above- Essouira, Morocco. One of the most beautiful places on earth, clearly. I spent my spring break in Morocco and it was one of the most stunningly exquisite and clear experiences of my life. In all honesty, it's a must see if you ever get the chance. Fez and Marrakech are wonderful as well, Fez being more of an old city with a huge ancient medina, somewhat similar to Jerusalem, it seemed holy as well. Marrakech is interesting to check out as the first place you go. I feel like it gives an overall explanation of Morocco, it has everything, dirt roads, orange juice (it's a fresh-squeezed fantasy), souks which mean markets, and delicious food. We stayed in the quaintest places called Riads, they are kind of like a few huge houses and each guest stays in their own house. The best part about the riads is that they serve delicious breakfast every morning and ours had massages as well! It was also about 90 degrees and sunny and beautiful the whole time we were there which makes things exciting. I can't forget to mention that we rode camels.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

The world can be an unfair place at times, but your lows will have their compliments of highs.

I'm leaving. I feel like thats what I say to everyone. Next week I'll be in London for a week which I am quite excited about, Portobello market and the nightlife should be pretty sweet. I am excited to dress outrageously, I hope it won't be bitterly freezing. I am going to meet someone named Roxy. Were staying in her flat because she's Tarryn's cousin and I hear she dresses mad cool. It should be a good time.

Proceed to the day we arrive back in Paris, Tarryn and I have around 24 hours before we leave for Marrakesh, Morocco for a bit of sun and camels. I can't wait for the HEAT. This weather in Paris right now is literally turning me into an ice queen. I always have Tarryn's black fur coat on and the air always sounds like a ballerina's music box has been left slightly ajar. The sky is velvet grey. Anyway, I can already picture the colors of Morocco. Slate blue and blazing orange. I want to bring my floor length, faded cotton skirts from California and long, gauzy summer dresses. Tarryn and I are going to swim in our guest house pool and eat long, spicy luxurious meals and ride camels in the desert. We are also going to walk through the mountains and chill in the huge flower fields. I can't waitttt!!!!

I am also venturing to Goa, India this June and July for two months of volunteer work with young Goan children. I will explain more about this later.

"Strangers on this road we are on, we are not two we are one."

Monday, February 8, 2010

Francesca Woodman

“Every human being experiences his or her own desire; it is part of our personal treasure and, although, as an emotion, it can drive people away, generally speaking, it brings those who are important to us closer. It is an emotion chosen by my soul, and it is so intense that it can infect everything and everyone around me. Each day I choose the truth by which I try to live. I try to be practical, efficient, professional. But I would like to be able always to choose desire as my compassion. Not out of obligation, not to lesson my loneliness, but because it is good. Yes, very good."

Paolo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

You do it well, I'm under your spell

valentino circa late 1960's

alber elbaz for lanvin

Wednesday, January 13, 2010


Antique photographs,
((When you bring someone into your mind every day for years, after a while they just come into your thoughts because you're so used to bringing them there))
Ideas must come from somewhere, inspiration is needed toujours.
Can you have an idea without first being inspired by some other idea?
Paradoxical, really
Artistically, nostalgia is necessary- the forgotten all the more important
Emotions. I guess they're there for a reason.
I could just float away.
Smell can trigger such vivid memories
Then I recall my childhood,
Alee's soft purple sheets and our power ranger pajamas from another life
Now I can bail, I can spend, I can say fuck you and I can fight
Rose flavored champagne? And diamond rain
Enormous eyed children that just don't speak
We cry out of passion, New York, oppressive heat
Life is exquisite.