Monday, March 31, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
20. and 21.
20.
we travel slower with constants by our side
unknown to us all rests a giant
gently breathing in anticipation
and curled so it fits into our hearts
there's nothing to fear as long as he's there
breathing, dreaming, wandering
always searching
like a patrol of summer children surveying busy streets
they make noise and watch walls come crashing down onto glass ceilings
with lungs and legs to chase after
mirages of ice cream trucks and secret hand shakes
outside this window
away from tumbling laundromats
the new york skyline offers me wings to stand on
to catch lightning bugs in the park
swallow them
and watch my belly burn bright
an incandescent glow
a hunger for longer subway rides home
and shorter walks to bodegas
this morning my feet spoke to me
as i lay there half awake
we're each armed with more than we will ever know they said to me
21.
there's something visceral and unpolluted in warm tortillas
a network of modal train stations
spray painted on the walls of each four chambers
that arrive not a minute late
a sea of tofu and bacon collide
marking white t-shirts
an empty canvas for fashion nightmares
orange tangerine soda bottles pop and lock on my table
as a pitcher of horchata leans on a broken counter top
and waits for the picadillo to catch the next flight home
egg yolks late for track meets
walk sideways over foil
past the mountains of red beans steaming in preemptive salsa volcanoes
rupturing from shifting ceramic plates and attacking plastic butter knives
under full moons of metallic grins
that are hungry for this meals evening harvest
(poems by dirty b and the pig sty posse)
we travel slower with constants by our side
unknown to us all rests a giant
gently breathing in anticipation
and curled so it fits into our hearts
there's nothing to fear as long as he's there
breathing, dreaming, wandering
always searching
like a patrol of summer children surveying busy streets
they make noise and watch walls come crashing down onto glass ceilings
with lungs and legs to chase after
mirages of ice cream trucks and secret hand shakes
outside this window
away from tumbling laundromats
the new york skyline offers me wings to stand on
to catch lightning bugs in the park
swallow them
and watch my belly burn bright
an incandescent glow
a hunger for longer subway rides home
and shorter walks to bodegas
this morning my feet spoke to me
as i lay there half awake
we're each armed with more than we will ever know they said to me
21.
there's something visceral and unpolluted in warm tortillas
a network of modal train stations
spray painted on the walls of each four chambers
that arrive not a minute late
a sea of tofu and bacon collide
marking white t-shirts
an empty canvas for fashion nightmares
orange tangerine soda bottles pop and lock on my table
as a pitcher of horchata leans on a broken counter top
and waits for the picadillo to catch the next flight home
egg yolks late for track meets
walk sideways over foil
past the mountains of red beans steaming in preemptive salsa volcanoes
rupturing from shifting ceramic plates and attacking plastic butter knives
under full moons of metallic grins
that are hungry for this meals evening harvest
(poems by dirty b and the pig sty posse)
Friday, March 28, 2008
Remote Control Dress
The concept for this spring/summer 2000 collection focused on the relation between mankind, technology, and nature, and the designs in the collection represent those various forces. The “Remote Control” Dress was operated by a boy who came onto the catwalk with a remote control. His electronic instructions opened up the panels of the dress to reveal the soft tulle inside.
The idea of directing living beings with a simple remote-control system was a lighthearted hint at the human tendency to want to control life as well as our sometimes exaggerated expectations of technology.
—Hussein Chalayan
Thursday, March 27, 2008
BathRooms
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Young artist
Kinokuniya Bookstore at 40th and 6th is having their annual "Japanese Young Artist Book Fair." All books are hand made, bound, and illustrated by the artists. I picked up a little book called "The Collected Poems in Travel" by Yasui Haruna. The details she draws in just one page is so shockingly beautiful! It's like an aquarium.
Below are two poems in the book.
Below are two poems in the book.
Architecture
One of my biggest inspirations is architecture. The lines and silhouettes provide such a great foundation for everything, especially fashion. When color and architecture is combined, the results are beautiful.
Aqua Tower by Studio Gang Architects
VM Husene Building
Conceria Gaiera Giovanni
Above Magazine Issue # 8
Dris Van Assche A/W 08/09
Watch case
Aqua Tower by Studio Gang Architects
VM Husene Building
Conceria Gaiera Giovanni
Above Magazine Issue # 8
Dris Van Assche A/W 08/09
Watch case
Monday, March 24, 2008
Spring
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