1.18.2011
Tumbleweed.
12.12.2010
Proportion Play.
12.06.2010
Snuggie-snug.
12.01.2010
Dracula.
11.30.2010
Modern Vintage.
A look that I will always truly appreciate is a well-executed modern vintage outfit. A person that can create an aesthetic that is both antiqued and fresh will always catch my eye. Many times it goes beyond the outfit, leaving it up to the accessories to distinguish the contrast between vintage and modern. Over the past 3 or so years I have been following streetstyle blogs I have acquired some pretty fine internet specimens that exude vintage style in present day, a fine line I am always balancing on. I will try to use images that are a bit older as well, I know I get sick of seeing the same stuff online all the time.
Anyway, on to the picture! I would probably wear this outfit everyday if only I had the occasion. Currently scouring the internet for a faux fur collar that I can wear in all sorts of fun ways.
{image: sartorialist, i think?}
11.21.2010
Brr!
11.15.2010
Whoops!
11.04.2010
Gustav-Adolf Mossa
Creating most of his paintings nearing the end of the Symbolist Movement (1905-1914), Gustav-Adolph Mossa used women of classical myth such as harpies, sirens, and even Pandora as subjects for quite a few of his paintings. These paintings display a very over-the top and illustrious view of the Victorian Era, while simultaneously evoking an air of subversion.
It is interesting to me why women are portrayed so perversely in general by many male artists. While man is inherently always portrayed as flawed, women seem to hold a special level of nefariousness. Maybe the painter was rejected by women his whole life or slowly dying of a broken heart? This leads me to the conclusion that women must drive men to an unimaginable level of self torture. Or maybe we are just prettier to paint? Personally I blame it on Eve. Yep, it’s all her fault.
{images: google}
10.28.2010
Bobby D.
10.25.2010
Monday Thoughts;
A small clearing in the woods gives way,
An aged well, tall and proud it’s rocks decay.
An ocean’s worth of tales it shares,
Lost lovers wishes, many a truth’s burden bared.
Near the surface the structures age well shows,
Gone are times of gathering and dipping of toes.
Now only bitter wind blows through the cracks,
A phantom chatter of laughter reveals only black.
The rocks seem to whisper of time long dead,
A tunnel’s worth of secrets with no room to spread.
Listen closely and you will hear,
Raw emotion, weathered by love, loss, and fear.
Poor lonely well in the woods,
One hundred lifetimes worth of wisdom to share if it only could!
Forever alone, an idol lost in the past,
Time is its misfortune, and forever it will last.