Tuesday, October 20, 2009

"You Don't Need To Look At The Floor"

Standing tall, surely unsure.
Captivated by the melody and accompanied by the memory.
"You don't need to look at the floor."

With my traveler's lid.
With my dirty boots.
With the chill of the air.
Still unsure.
Confidently insecure.
Wondering if the turning of the leaves brings a change in heart,
Or a change in mind.

He is here.
Where is his heart today?
I do care, I believe.

Waiting for age; how I desire it's thrills.
Leaving this moment I know I'll soon seek to touch once more,
I walk around with eyes strictly peripheral.

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Monday, October 12, 2009

Visiting Home

Age is such a funny thing. As an obsessive people-watcher, I find age fascinating. How do we change so much? How do we learn so much? How do we stay so the same? It's a constant, and yet a variable.

I like to watch kids. Especially the age right when they start talking but before they go to school. You can see so much life in their eyes. The people-watcher inside me finds a strong interest in riding the bus (now that I've learned how to properly catch the right one). The other day there must have been 20 children on this bus, and on campus it's rare to see just one or two at a time. I couldn't help but just watch them. I could see them older, envisioning each of their lives ahead of them. It's such a cruel world for such innocent things. Yet there is so much joy; I hope they find it.

I'm the same way with older people. What do they know? What have they seen? Why can't we ask? Their eyes tell their stories as strongly as the youngsters.

Visiting home makes me think a lot about age. Where I've been, where I'm going. It's so fast. Everyone warns you it's fast, but you don't really know it until you turn around. I see my childhood on these walls. I feel incredibly connected and incredibly disconnected to it. I can't touch it or hear it or taste it. I can see it in photographs, but i can't really see it. It's gone. Depressing? A tad. But in all reality this is what I've been waiting for my entire life. We talk about "growing up". I'm here. I'm growing up now. I'm at the genesis of the best years of my life. What do I do now? Live? It sounds so easy, but it's so confusing sometimes. Things never go the way you expect them to. I'm excited yes, but it's such a whirlwind, you never know if you are doing the right thing. But nobody really ever knows. Except for the youngsters. When you are 3 and wearing your ballet tutu, you just are happy. You're just living.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Salut ma vingt-huit.

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Last December

While cleaning out my facebook I came across 2 "notes" which i wrote. One of which was one of those lists of things about yourself. Some are the same, some are different. Most are amusing to read.

1) i am not a patient person when it comes to technology, making food, etc.
2) traveling the world is my number one goal in life.
3) i am a compulsive people watcher. humans amaze me.
4) oreos are my weakness.
5) i like skinny dipping, swimming, showers, water in general. if i were to return as something else, i'd want to be a mermaid.
6) i've been accepted to SAIC, an art school in chicago, and will be studying fashion design & art in general.
7) i am terrified of skiing, spiders, and a certain horror movie.
8) i miss ballet.
9) i love film. i imagine life as a movie.

10) languages amuse me. french, german, swedish, russian, you name it...
11) i used to be obsessed with chinese astrology.
12) religion confuses me.
13) i never imagined my life the way it actually is.
14) scents bring back very specific memories and feelings to me, as do songs, and textures.
15) i love deja vu. not the movie, the actual occurrence.
16) 28 is my lucky number and i always find it when i least expect it.

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Thursday, October 1, 2009

Versace/ Printemps 2010

Head Designer: Donatella Versace

Donatella, you are amazing.
-- watch --

An absolutely stunning collection. Glamorous, youthful, powerful, sexy, colorful, feminine. How she put the garments together is undoubtedly flattering to the shape of the female body. It's extremely current and make no mistake Versace is gonna earn the big bucks on this collection. Fabulous.

Not to mention her inspiration: Alice in Wonderland. What an incredible transformation from fairytale to a tangible beauty. Seriously, I want to be Alice in this story.

And yes, the text to my posts is suppose to go before the photos, but it just wasn't working out that way this time haha.

Photo cred [WWD]


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Fendi/ Printemps 2010

Head Designers:
Silvia Venturini Fendi and Karl Lagerfeld

Perfect Silhouettes. A mop of hair to envy. Shoes that look like they would feel like ballet ribbons around the foot. Bravo Fendi.

Photo cred. [WWD]

Marni/ Printemps 2010

Head Designer: Consuelo Castiglioni

"What every woman would wear if she didn't dress for men."

That was the general idea from an article I read in Vogue maybe last year. So now every time I look at a Marni collection I try to remember and apply this concept and I always see it. The woman who wears Marni is far more independent and free-thinking. She has a mind of her own. Not saying there is no sex appeal in Marni, it's just a more sophisticated level.

Photo cred. [WWD]

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