Sunday, May 31, 2009

Isabella Charlesworth



London based Isabella Charlesworth has a deep-routed passion for the macabre, the poetic, and the sensual, which is clearly suffused throughout her art. Her work holds both visual-immediacy and narrative, with a clear emphasis on texture and elegant movement. Charlesworth works as a veil rather than a mirror; and it is beneath that veil, in the shadows, that real and penetrating intimacy is found.
And while her style continues to develop and shift, one thing is certain; her shutter will most likely never hold still, and her desire to pump her images full of raw emotion will never diminish…- Malcolm Pate [video director/photographer]


A few years ago, I found a photo (the first one at the top) by Isabella Charlesworth. It was electric and haunting in its subtle, eerie lit beauty. Looking at her photography makes me feel unlike I usually feel with other photos.


While many other photos lay out the story for you, tell you everything you need to know, Charlesworth's work gives you a bit of the story, a snippet. It's up to you to piece together the rest and create your own tale.
I look at her photos and immediately my head begins to string together sentences, a backstory, a foreshadowing of the future of those in the photograph. I know just by looking at the people their greatest desires, their fears, their favorite flavors of ice cream (though, you know, not what the actual living people in the pictures favorite things really are). These thoughts come together and I see within my mind's eye a story and everything that led to that photo being taken in that space of time, why they chose that spot, etc.


The true gift and beauty of life is the mind. Because we all have minds like snowflakes in the sense that no two are alike. No two, no matter how similar in response and ideals, can ever produce the same imagery. My mind has people in it constantly, all day and night. People who do not exist except in my word documents. People whose lives I check up on with as much consistency as the real ones in my life.
Sometimes I am scared of death not because I'll die but because everything in my mind will conpletely vanish. Wiped away like chalk off a chalkboard. I wonder if all writers feel that way. If they value the lives of their characters, of the figments of imagination in their heads, far above their own. I cannot imagine my life without writing, without these imperfect images in my head. It has its good and bad days but without them, I would just wander through life in a daze, never really sensing or being aware of much.



Listening to:
-Dario Marianelli (I'm on a composer kick right now)

Love to you all,
Heather

Friday, May 29, 2009

ARTHUR DANIYAROV


I do not feature guys in here enough. Time to flip the coin. I guess now the only question left is...



Do you like Phil Collins?



From an old issue of Dazed and Confused, goddamn sometimes I forget just how much I enjoy a good old fashioned bloodbath. Don't ever see a horror movie with me, I'm the girl who's leaning forward in her seat, eyes glittering and smiling away as the limbs are hacked and the fake blood is sloshing the place.
What can I say, gore excites me.

Love to you all,
Heather

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Completely Devastating



Lacroix Files for Bankruptcy

Published: May 28, 2009

Christian Lacroix, the French couturier whose artistic and exuberant pouf dresses propelled him to fame in the 1980s, became the latest victim of the global financial crisis Thursday as the U.S.-owned fashion house bearing his name filed in France for court protection from creditors.

The petition, similar to Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection in the United States, was filed with the commercial court in Paris, which will decide whether to restructure or liquidate the company.

Although Lacroix’s chief executive officer, Nicolas Topiol, emphasized that the brand intended to continue operating during the process, the news brings an end to a luxury business model for which Lacroix was the last of the Mohicans.

Founded in 1987 by Bernard Arnault, chairman and chief executive of LVMH Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton, the concept was to start with haute couture, at the apex of the luxury pyramid, and develop from it a range of ready-to-wear, accessories and fragrances. This was the system that had reaped mighty profits for established houses like Christian Dior and Chanel.

But despite years of critical success, the company failed to break even, let alone turn a profit. Mr. Arnault sold Lacroix in 2005 to the Florida-based Falic Group, known for its Duty Free Americas chain. The Falic brothers aimed to refocus the luxury brand at the peak, subsequently suppressing the lower-priced clothing and jeans lines.

“Since the acquisition of Christian Lacroix SNC, we have been committed to the brand and to its high-end development,” Mr. Topiol said in a statement. “We will continue to do so but the sharp downturn of the luxury market has significantly hurt our revenues.”

The owners had been in discussion with potential financial partners and investors for the past year, according to Mr. Topiol, who said that “this process which was in its final phase, was directly hit by the conditions of the financial markets and could not be finalized prior to the filing.”

According to people with knowledge of the situation, Lacroix was badly hit in the United States, where it has opened two stores in New York and Las Vegas and where buyers have recently reduced or canceled orders. Ready-to-wear sales for the coming autumn season were down 35 percent and losses for 2008 were €10 million, or $14 million, on overall revenues of approximately €30 million.

Mr. Topiol’s statement said only that the “long-term strategy for repositioning of the brand was dramatically hindered” by the financial crisis.

That has been evident for some time across the luxury sector, where even the biggest players are being hurt by recession and financial turmoil. LVMH, the world's biggest luxury goods company, recently scrapped a plan to open a Louis Vuitton flagship store in Tokyo. Early this year, Chanel announced the layoffs of 200 temporary employees.

Versace, an independent Italian house, is currently in a state of turmoil, announcing that revenues fell 13 percent in the first quarter of the year. The board of directors this week approved a three-year plan to steer the company through the economic crisis, while continuing to deny rumors that its chief executive of four years, Giancarlo Di Risio, will soon exit the company.

The lessons seem to be that it is now difficult to survive in high fashion without being part of a corporate group with recourse to investment for product development and flagship stores, and that the pyramid model is no longer viable.

The modern strategy, as exemplified by the growth of the Giorgio Armani brand, is a sunburst, with the designer at the epicenter and all product categories (except sunglasses, which are technically demanding) under the brand control.

Yet, significantly, an Armani Privé couture line was created to add prestige and a direct link with celebrity clients.

The loss of Christian Lacroix to Paris haute couture is immeasurable. Although the designer hopes to hold a small presentation during the July couture season, this was the last house established under the formal couture rules. Even a restructuring would likely have severe implications on his 125-member staff.

The grandeur and artistry of the couturier’s work was displayed earlier this month in the sumptuous gown created for Philomèna de Tornos, the bride of Jean de France, Duc de Vendôme, a descendent of the French royal dynasty.

But just as royalty now has less attention than celebrity, so couture has lost its unique prestige, with the word bandied about by any high-end designer. And whereas fragrances produced from the mystique of haute couture once kept the houses afloat, now it is just as likely that a hip jeans brand like Diesel or a celebrity like Jennifer Lopez will have the perfume hit that has stubbornly eluded Lacroix.

Mr. Lacroix, who received the Chevalier de la Legion d’Honneur in 2002, for services to fashion, has other strings to his bow, apart from his colorful and sophisticated collections. He was creative director for Emilio Pucci, the Italian fashion house, from 2002 to 2005, while he was still within the LVMH group.

The designer also has his own XCLX company, for which he has created decor for the French TGV high-speed train, as well as hotel interiors and uniforms for Air France. He has also designed for theater, opera and dance and acted as curator for fashion exhibits, including one currently at the National Museum of Singapore.


A very sad day indeed.

Love to you all,

Heather

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Sartre Was Right On



Hell is definitely other people.
Namely, whoever the fuck lives above me. There's guys for sure and a couple of girls. The girls are forever bitching and causing drama by getting into shouting matches with their boyfriends on the phone with the windows all open for everybody to hear. Naturally, because I keep my window open I'm invited to the breakup party which is really more amusing than serious.
Less amusing is the fact that everybody who lives up there has decided that when they blaze (which they do often and I couldn't give less of a shit about) that you gotta play some Bob Marley on the stereo at an eardrum shattering level. Christ that's original to listen to. I think it's like a requisite at this point for every college student to have a "deep experience" with Bob Marley or The Doors or that overplayed Rufus Wainwright song while stoned.
This is not nearly as bad as the copious Lil Wayne that must follow afterward.
Right now, a guy is playing acoustic on his guitar singing Kanye West's "Heartless." I shit you not. He sounds like a douche and keeps repeating the chorus. Ugh.
I have to go to class now. An excuse to leave behind the crappy singers and dramarama inducing yelling matches? Oh joy!

Love to you all,
Heather

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Mark Segal and the Imaginary Girls


You thought you knew Marlene's story but as usual everybody misinterpreted it. She walked down the school corridors, dancing to her iPod and the thumping glitter that expelled out into her eardrums. All alone in her private universe. All of her classmates thought she was stuck up except for a select handful who saw her early in the mornings. Early at 6am when she stumbled out of a limo still covered in last night's excesses with her school uniform in her arms. The same man let her out every morning. He was the proclaimed godfather of rock 'n roll and she was his protegee. She was a waitress to his table one night and they talked for six hours. He was dying and all he wanted was to breathe life into someone else. Impossible, uncontrollable, never-ending, luxurious life. Marlene was just in the right place at the right time. Everybody but those few thought she was nothing but common. So she sparkled in the hallways and rained light down on her life and his.


Everybody's searching for love but nobody was more determined to find it than Juliet. She found herself at the cemetaries staring at the tombstones of her grandparents and saw she was never alone there. So many others went to see the ones they loved, the ones that they had loved, the ones they never admitted to loving when they were alive. Love's answer was six feet under. Juliet faked her death with the help of her friends. With wrists neatly bound in bright white bandages and enough makeup to resemble the corpse next door, her family and friends called everyone in for the wake where Juliet lay in the open casket breathing very, very little. Classmates and coworkers filed past, all of them lamenting on her unfortunate demise but not a one professing their love for her. It got too quiet and Juliet cautiously sat up only to find everyone was gathered around Bette, the head cheerleader who suffered a heart attack and was dead on the floor. The boy of Juliet's dreams came running up to her, took her hands and knelt down on the floor. "Juliet. Can you get out of that casket? We kind of need it."


Aspirations, goals, life ambitions. Lilith didn't have those. From the day she was born, she never knew what she wanted to be when she grew up. She didn't score on a single profession on tests in high school. She graduated from college with her major still undeclared, a feat even the dean did not understand. Then one morning, Lilith sat up in her bed, her bright eyes snapped open. "I want to be you."
From that moment forth, Lilith embodied you in every possible sense. She was you when you laughed so hard tears came out of your eyes. When you got into an argument with your teacher. You crying silently in the bathroom locked away from the world and you crying openly in a public restaurant. You at your best. You at your worst. Morning, noon, night. Monday through Sunday. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, years on end.
It was Lilith's greatest dream she never knew she had and by fulfilling it, she was at her happiest and saddest. She felt like she never felt before and by feeling, she always knew.
The lady who knew it all.

Love to you all,
Heather

Monday, May 25, 2009

Lovely!



New video, new song. Tell me there's another album coming soon Becks!



I want everything she's wearing in this commercial. Particularly the green heels at the record shop.

Love to you all,
Heather

Sunday, May 24, 2009

I Would Like...Snow. Please.


Why do I want snow? See the photo above. Yeah, it's cold and wet and terrible after awhile but when it first falls, it's my favorite kind of magic. All lovely white fat flakes and coating everything with a layer of icy crystals.
Oh you know. You can take the ice princess away from the snow but it's in her soul.


Well, well, well. A little swipe from Perez Hilton's site, that would Lourdes, the daughter of Madonna, carrying the same Loop bag that I also have.
Very cool!
Much better than that time I opened an International Male catalog (caters exclusively to the more flamboyant gent) and saw a male model wearing my Heavy Rotation hot dog high five tee.


I went onto Craigslist the other night and poked around for a few hours. Checking out the apartment listings and personals. It's a guilty pleasure of mine, well the latter is anyway. I saw one ad this guy had put up that was by far and away the most decent, funny one of the bunch. I decided to sleep on the possibility of responding (it is NOT something I do, ever).
I went to sleep and suffered a nightmare that I went back home and nobody there wanted to see me so I just wandered around my old neighborhood. Then I woke up.
There is this feeling that creeps into me every now and then. It's one that most of the time I try to never expose to anyone else, to show. Even now I'm tentative to write it.
The feeling is occasional loneliness.
This isn't some boo-hoo, I need a soulmate or I'm going to slit my wrists in a bathtub pity feeling. It's just a thought that I have in which I view life as a very long, winding street. Along the way, you take a different turn and you meet new people and the old ones just fall behind you into a memory vault in your head. Nobody wants to ever think they'll be forgotten but in truth, we're all forgotten to someone. Someone doesn't remember me and I don't remember someone else. It's never intentional but you can't help forgetting. If everyone remembered everything, can you possibly imagine it? I remember I heard a news story once about a man who couldn't forget and it drove him to insanity.
Forgetting is good. Even if we don't think so, it is.
I sent the guy an e-mail. We'll see where it goes. I'm hopeful but with enough cynicism to not hold my breath. When it comes to sticking eggs in a basket, I put in one and hold the rest back.

Love to you all,
Heather

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Tell It To My Heart


* I'M IN LOVE!!! COMPLETELY FULLY OVERWHELMINGLY CONSUMING ABSURDLY HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE!!!
With my brand new nightdress of course!
I ordered this from Urban Outfitters earlier this week...it's by Kimchi Blue whom I've already purchased a few pieces by and have loved them intensely. This picture does not do this slip any justice. It's one of those pieces of clothes that you have to touch and hold in your hands. The embroidery is unbelievable, very intricate and completely sheer...it's a must to wear a tank top underneath.
This nightdress has also turned into a day dress as well with a pair of leggings and some flats and maybe a bracelet or two. So, so beautiful! It catches the light extraordinarily well too, it's such a classic, soft, light piece.
Perfect for summer and perfect for me. True love in real life.





*Naysayers of the world, haters of Miss Barton, watch your mouths around me. The Beautiful Life I am anticipating when it arrives on the CW. I'm still a Mischa supporter no matter what.

*Easy Mac = delicious! Why was I not eating this sooner?

*A phrase I never thought I would say: Looking forward to an Alexis Bledel movie.
The Post Grad Survival Guide is coming out this summer and as a now senior in college, it seems appropriate for my time.

*I'm a senior in college now. Yay?!


*Hilary Rhoda looks smashing. Her hair oddly enough reminds me of my own which had a recent growth spurt of its own. It got really long, really fast.

*I adore my computer graphics teacher Barry. He gave me an A-! Splendid! All my grades looked absolutely amazing sans the religion one. All I have to say about that is that I tried, very hard I might add. Ehh, c'est la vie.


*Sophisticated!

*I love my job(s). With recent horror stories from some of the jobs my friends have, I am completely and utterly content with my administrative work.


*Rescue Me is literally rescuing me. I was in dire need of a GOOD TV show, one with all around excellent writing, acting, and an interesting plot. This is filling the gap quite nicely. Thank you, Denis Leary, you are saving my summer.

*Can't deny it anymore: must get a car soon. Or move to a city where owning a car isn't necessary. Whatever works first.


*Kylie for Tous!! She looks beautiful as usual. Little Taylor Swift in the eyes, don't you think?

Love to you all,
Heather

Friday, May 22, 2009

Eye Like It (So Much)


As a former four eyes, I distinctly recall my decision to go contacts. It was the summer before my junior year of high school where I was scheduled to take a chemistry class. This class required goggles.
I did not want to be a four eyes on top of a four eyes so I adapted to plastic (the future, according to The Graduate). Good choice for the time but all the ladies and gents rocking the glass, I am pro that all the way.


From the spread by Lula magazine on why guys should make passes at girls who wear glasses.



Working tomorrow, writing a little, waiting on some mail to arrive and watching some crappy TV as well. I'm ashamed to say that there is a tiny part of me that is truly enjoying Daisy of Love on VH1.
I am missing all my summers of the past though when I used to stay up watching completely godawful but really fun movies on Showtime Beyond though. It was a channel on Showtime that specialized in showing horror/suspense films with the occasional anime cartoon tossed in the mix. It was where I caught many Roger Corman movies, my first Klaus Kinski film (Crawlspace) and Pinocchio's Revenge (it is exactly how it sounds).
But sadly enough, that is all just a fleeting memory in my head. One that I dream about now more than ever and while I do love my life now, I grasp harder for the past.
If I start watching The Hills, do not hesitate to slap me silly.
;)

Love to you all,
Heather

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Madder Than Fire


When you want to go bold without wearing a low cut shirt or enough accessories to add thirty pounds on your frame, the best thing is to show some leg. Of all the loud, obnoxious '80's era neon tights to reappear, red is probably the best color of the bunch. The most versatile and far better at catching the eye than say, pink or orange. Christ people, orange leggings? Oh yeah, resembling a pumpkin is always hot, don't you think?









It's a red stocking kind of day.

Love to you all,
Heather

Sunday, May 17, 2009

ANDERSEN AND LAUTH


Designed in Reykjavik, Andersen and Lauth was based on on the first tailor shop to open in Reykjavik. This was in 1934. Completely amazing. The clothes hold strong ties with the Reykjavik music and art scene. Not a whole lot of clothing lines can say that they do that.


I call this Grecian beauty 'the dress that got away.' Just look at the straps and the neckline detailing!
Some girls lie awake at night thinking about schoolwork or boys. I think about long tunics, peacoats with elaborate buttons, silk gloves, jeweled bracelets, and pretty dresses. It's a thought that goes from night to day and back to night again.
It's a thought that also leaves about 3.45% of my brain for schoolwork haha. Had I have been born in Los Angeles rather than Saint Louis, I can guarantee you I would probably not be college right now. I doubt I would have wanted to pursue intellect as much as I would have wanted to dress up and spend my nights on the Sunset Strip while working as an eternal barista at some snooty coffee shop. As long as the music is perfection, it sounds like a good, simple life, doesn't it?


I'm pretty sure that you can still pick up an Andersen and Lauth piece on Urban Outfitters but as of recent, I haven't seen any on the online store. As for eBay, it's a tough search too...
If you can find some pieces, you are a lucky star indeed ;)

Love to you all,
Heather

Friday, May 15, 2009

Just a Thought...



For the future, I propose that if they can't make a time machine or have certified psychics who can actually predict what you'll be doing at age 32, they should make a series of crystal balls. These crystal balls will have the uncanny ability to show you where you will be in exactly one year's time. No more than a year will be allowed, one year alone is enough.
If you are willing to upgrade to the next, more expensive crystal ball you will be able to see the steps and decisions you made that led you to where you are one year from now.
And the most expensive crystal balls will show you the alternate reality, had you not have made those choices, where else you would be. Because every action has a consequence, these options would be nearly limitless in scope.
Believe me, if you had told me a year ago everything that would happen to me and all the people I would meet along the way, I wouldn't have believed you. I might have laughed. I might have been angry. More than likely, I might have laughed because if you've ever known me, the things that happen to me are completely ridiculous to the point where you have to joke about it.
Right now, I'm having a crystal ball worthy moment. What will happen in a year to me? If I could, I would like to see it and know. I'm torn though. Much of me would like to just let each day go one at a time, to allow for spontaneity in our highly controlled, deliberate society. But look at my first response. I would choose to see it now. What does that say about me?
Okay enough science fiction deep thought talk for me.

Love to you all,
Heather

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Dresses I've Loved: Part 2 Everywhere


The infamous little black Givenchy dress from Breakfast at Tiffany's.


I love the '20's inspired look, very flapperesque.



The Vivienne Westwood dress 'of a thousand layers' from Sex and the City.


I call this one 'lacy cobweb' because it reminds me of an abandoned attic, all thin and fragile like delicate paper.


Monica Bellucci is such a fantastic model; she embodies the spirit of whatever she puts on. I adore the blue glitter and tulle bottom.


NORMAN PARKINSON IS THE SHIT.
Seriously, can the man take a bad picture? No, not ever!

A lovely dress from Ports.


Props to Gwen Stefani for being such a trendsetter. Everything about her dress I love, especially the top hat. I have a great fondness for top hats.


I've been crushing on this dress for years, I cannot remember where I found this picture but the dress is magnificent!

Love to you all,
Heather

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Dresses I've Loved: Part 1 Runway


Okay I just realized that this isn't a dress but I already uploaded it so boo. Still a solid set by Charles Anastase.


I love John Galliano's creations for Dior. They are so theatrical and tell such stories. The man is a visionary.


The look of Lanvin, shiny and classic.


Okay I cannot remember who did this but it is unbelievably gorgeous. Sheer skirt, ruffled top and those bomb gloves. Honestly, the gloves are my favorite part.


Valentino, the ultimate in girly dresses.


Alexander McQueen in a lovely, light piece.

Love to you all,
Heather