A child white as snow

red as blood
and black as the wood of the windowframe
(from the Brothers Grimm Snow White)

I don't think I'll ever lose inspiration in fairy tales and forest lore...

I took these of our Snow White

So Pocahontas is not denizen of fairy tale lore, per say....but Annie was determined to play her. And she makes a beautiful princess of the woods!

Grandmother Willow!

Me as Little Red Riding Hood. My ridiculously tall lace boots, thrifted (( bag, and a sarong my mom bought me as my red hood

Thumbelina!


look closer- we were literally 2 feet from a sleeping fawn before we saw him! Definitely the most magical part of the day was watching this little guy take a snooze in the grass

This is one of my favorite childhood friends! His name was Sunchaser, I do believe...he lives in lavender, apparently

Red Riding Hood would totally wear these...not sure how well they'd work out trekking through the woods with a rapacious wolf on the trail, but, you know....he may just take the shoes and leave her alone if she wore them. He's a classy wolf.

Alabama, Arkansas

I do love my ma and pa

Baaaack from the cramped dorm rooms of universidad!!!
living space NOT the size of a "fun size" butterfingers bar (....if they're going to be that tiny, WHY MAKE THEM AT ALLLLL. Not my idea of fun.)
chilling with my hometown friends: underway
rediscovery of embarrassing childhood books: check (remember those nancy drew notebooks? for kids who were too lame to actually get nancy drew?....yeah.)
Painting/writing/photography projects: underway (I've already stained my hands with aubergine, cadmium red, and hooker green. Not kidding with the last one.)
subscription to many wonderful works of print: check (FINALLY GOT MY SUBSCRIPTION TO LULA AND WORN!!!! now just have to wait half a year for each heheheh....yeah...)


increased summer blog-post schedule: initiated

BLASTOFF

So here's a bit of my comings and goings....friends, shenanigans with ice cream and photobooths (those things are just asking to be misused...)

my lovely photogenic and ice cream devouring friends

A creative writing reading graced by the work of many incredible people, as well as Thomas Lynch, funeral director, writer, and cool person extraordinaire.


(note the unoriginal perspective...still figuring my new camera out, guys..)

musicwise, I've been enraptured by Stars leading laday kicking ass

Photoshoots back when my lack of seasonal dressing sense made me suffer. And trip to the Mattress Factory

shopping carts, K-mart crates and overturned grills that look like charred shrines to a woodland god....that's mah dorm, yessiree

Two by fours make great props. Not so great places to stand in 4 inch heels, though

And my first fashion show! I'll devote an entire other post to this....I was a hat designer in my uni's show, incredible experience all around. Here are some inspiration photos I littered my desk with during construction.

Zora Neal Hurston knew her headgear

Naginoda....If I could wear a lion made of my own hair on my head every single day....oh the perfect life. And it would speak sometimes, but only in riddles, or to make witty comments. Oh, those witty hair-lions.

HERE BE MOVIES

Keats apparently liked to perch in trees

we'd get along well, then.

Bright Star.... fields of hazy blue flowers, a room full of dying butterflies, poetry from an insecure young genius and star crossed love.....beautiful

I am a bit of a Sherlock Holmes fangirl. My collection of all the original stories and illustrations is one of the more enormous tomes I filled my "fun size" dorm with. My mom recently got me the tv version with Basil Rathbone- not extremely accurate, but incredibly entertaining. Especially when watched with good friends over cookie dough and pasta.



I have so much to share coming up...I am reunited with my paint and my sewing machine, along with free time, inspiration, and amazing friends.

HAPPY SUMMER!!!

More than putting another man on the moon...

....more than a New Year's resolution of yogurt and yoga

We need the opportunity to dance

with really exquisite strangers.

-excerpt from Slow Dance, by Matthew Dickman

Remember the creepily beautiful roses that my friends and I found last summer? Yesterday, my friend opened her bio text to a random page and found them again!


They're called Ghost Roses, or Indian Pipe- how amazing is that??? Ghost roses....I want to paint these soon....

more inspiring creepiness. This is a portrait of Christina Ricci by Mark Ryden. Gorgeous both in Sleepy Hollow and as a bumblebee queen

Poetry that has been inspiring me lately....my poetry class was assigned a book by Matthew Dickman, and it really stuck with me....I think his style of writing has influenced my own current style.

His brother Michael is also a poet. My professor told us that he works at Whole Foods. I am really feeling the urge to quit school, work at an organic market, and wax poetic on legumes all day. The thing is, I'm not kidding.

awesome sweater/tie combo!!!! Reminds me of a grandfather suit from a Pixar movie.

Watched this recently....LOVE Gael Garcia Bernal. I enjoyed this movie, but not so sure how accurate it is, or how well it portrayed Che Guavera's life, because I don't know much about him to begin with...

Also recently saw this. Loved it.

And now for the clothes part of the post, yes this is inevitable....Pixie Market has this amazing desk that looks like that towel I used to dry off my watercolor brush for 6 weeks, but of course it's sold out....and more than 200 dollars....


Topshop booties! I have this addiction to all things leather and buckled. It has to end.

Who am I kidding, it will go on forever!