Tuesday, September 16, 2008

a step ahead

We are all aware of fashion week that took place in New York and London not to long ago. Here are some of my favorite looks for the spring/summer of 2009.


© by WWD

I absolutely love the circle details on of these pieces. Its very original and fun. It almost brings a theatrical element into such flawless design.


Wow. That is simply it. Leanne definitely has my vote for this season's of Bravo's Emmy Nominated TV show, Project Runway 5. I am completely obsessed with everything about this collection: the color, the structure, the creativity. Flawless.


Jerrell's collection was also very entertaining. I knew after he won the couture challenge he would use that as his inspiration for his final collection. The design is completely him. Spunky and creative. Love it.



This collection makes me laugh. Not because its bad, but because two weeks ago I went to a party with little short, shorts and a large sweater. I love these looks. If I had the money, these would all be mine.

louise goldin
raf simons
paul smith
eley kishimoto
zac posen

Saturday, September 13, 2008

A Struggle

I just spent six hours of my life in the studio working on a self portrait. The assignment for my design class is to do a self portrait using textures but only in black and white. You can take pictures of textures to use them or simply use various textures. I decided that I wanted to recreate my face in a way that looks realistic to some degree, much like the art of Chuck Close.
I used pictures of  hair, concrete wall, beanie, and desk to create the textures for my face. I cut the pictures of the text with a hole punch and at times would create largers circles. But the entire face is made up of circles. Here is what I have so far:

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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Hide and Seek

Reaching for the handle of a large chartreuse green door, I extend my shortened arm. I can barely reach. My fingers graze the bottom of the knob only slightly moving it towards the right. I circle to look at my mother who is standing towards the end of the hall watching with a glossy eye. I see her half smile, reassuring that going in will be okay.

I hesitate. I am afraid of my new kindergarten class. I am unsure if they would like my ironed red Polo or my navy blue Oxford shorts; however, I think they still may like my shoes. They were new: a crisp white Nike that my parents had purchased the day before.

Was I still stalling?

I look again to see if my mother was there, but this time I have lost site of her. I begin to panic, retracting my hand from the knob. I never wanted to leave my other kindergarten class. With the cross of my arms I think, this isn’t fair.

Lifting my head up out of my arms, I noticed I wasn’t alone! I observe another child saying goodbye to his mother. From the look of it he was walking this way. I noticed his shoes – the black and white light ups from Dillard’s. I wanted those. This was my chance to create potential friend with messy brown hair and wide blue eyes. He wasn’t nervous at all.

“Hi,” I said. “Are you new, too?”

“No, I am a Jehovah’s Witness. My mom drops me off now because I don’t say the pledge of alliance,” the boy said with confidence.

A Jehovah’s Witness?

 I then knew that I was in for something completely different from my home-schooled kindergarten. I had to interact with people that were called strange things. This was all too sudden and even furthered my reluctance to step inside the classroom.

“Oh, I see. I just turned six. When’s your birthday?” I began to nervously banter.

“I don’t celebrate birthdays,” the boy replied.

How could you not celebrate birthdays?

Birthdays are the next best thing to Christmas. I am fortunate to have a summer birthday because it almost exactly half a year from my favorite holiday when the weather is cold and the church bells are dominate over the neighborhood. But for now, I was in a state of disillusionment. Why did I go to a school where people didn’t hold their heart and declare the pledge of allegiance or celebrate birthdays? But before I could reply to the boy with the white t-shirt on, he stated, “My name is Alex.”

I almost did not respond. I was afraid that he might say he doesn’t become friends with people named Mark because he’s a Jehovah’s Witness. But pushing my fears and shyness aside, I rejoined the conversation. “Mine’s Mark,” I said.

Then with a screech of the door, Alex and I turn. Standing well above us was a woman with a skinny face and glasses that desperately tried to keep grip of her nose swallowed by the bushiness of her dark brown hair. She was peaking through the narrow opening of the door and adjoining wall. Her eerie eyes grazing the hall as her boney hand firmly griped the handle. I notice her arm protruding from her oversized purple shirt much like a stick hiding in a plethora of bedding. The denim belt she had tied around her waist resembled the same shade of my favorite pair of jeans, light and almost acidic in nature.

Is that her?

I can stench her sharp perfume of rosemary or time mixed with the tang of crayon and marker. This was my teacher, Mrs. Cullinger. I was on my way to a full year with this new lady as my teacher, a lady who was not my mom, a lady who had enormous feet.

“You can come in boys,” Mrs. Cullinger said with a soft majestic tone.

I became overly nervous. She had spoken with such persuasion, that I thought she had casted a spell on Alex and I. Giving one last attempt to see if my mom was still at the end of the hall, I turn for her. She wasn’t there. I slowly move toward the frame of the door. Mrs. Cullinger had stepped away, leaving me with just a limited view of my future. I could hardly make out what was inside.

Alex entered easily.

Is he not scared?

I look down at my new shoes contrasting with the dark grey tiled flooring and then at the door, still ajar. I exhorted one huge breath. I begin to walk in a pace that was more or less snail like, making sure not to take to large of strides. I was in no rush. As I begin to travel closer to the door, I could her muffled voices and movement. I push the chartreuse green door open. The room was fairly large. Huge windows outlined the opposite wall with a tope blinds and plants and flowers just beneath each seal. The sun pushed its way through the shades and created a stripped pattern over the burgundy carpet that was cluttered with legos and blocks. 

One more step; I was inside.

[Just a memoir I am working on.]

Tuesday, September 9, 2008





p.s. i look really gross:

Saturday, September 6, 2008

art walk...

Kat Ryals Photography blew everything out of the water. Get to know that name because her work may just one day be on the cover of some magazines. Alex Carpenter and Garrett Copeland went with me to the show. Downtown Hot Springs is a happening place at night, especially during an art walk night. There are some really talented artists that live in Arkansas. I took a few pictures from the night.

We had to leave early in order to dive back to my hometown. We ended up staying there and waking up to eat eggs, thrift, and come
 back to UCA!

Here is what I wore last night:
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Friday, September 5, 2008

Kat Ryals

My good friend Kat Ryal is having her first show tonight at a gallery in Hot Springs, Arkansas. This is a very big thing because Hot Springs is known for really good art! It is going to be a blast. I am leaving here soon, but I may have to miss my first class ever in college. 

I really don't want to miss, but the show starts at 5:00 and I don't get out of my Design class until 5:20. Gross. 
Anyway, here are a couple examples of Kat's work:

However, the good thing about possibly missing class is the fact that I do not have the right materials for the class today. I don't have a car anymore, so its extre
mely hard to run to the store when its ten miles down the road and all I have is my bicycle. Oh well. I need to work on my self portrait anyway. I have to create a black and white collage of me only using textures. It is fairly interesting but not my style of collage. Anyway, I need to look for a really cool picture of myself, but I don't just want a portrait shot. I want it to encompass my style of collage. Frustrated. I need to look for that picture now. So here is my look for today. Gross but it works.

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Thursday, September 4, 2008


Today is such a glorious day!


Because I got my check from school! Yes, you read it right. I received my stipend from the University that I attend! The money that I got [1771.56] is going towards my Brasil ticket! I am going to Sao Paulo to visit my friend. While we are there we are going to see Madonna in concert as well as spend the new year in Rio! I am super excited. Anyway, I need to find a ticket.

Peace out, nukka.

my look for today is :


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Tuesday, September 2, 2008


Katy Tipton, one of my best friends, has officially made me obsessed with this one website. Such a website you have to be invited to and it is a source for big time fashion-istas like myself. The website is wonderfully designed and covers areas around the world in order for people like myself to be influenced by what people are currently wearing. All I can say is "yums." [For those of you guys who do not know me, "yums." is my new catch-phrase. Lets just say, if I were on a network reality TV show, there would be an SNL skit about it.]
Anyway, I have only been a part of this website craze for a short time, but two of "my looks" have made it to the "hot list"! Thats me on the top row, fourth column. Here is my other look that made it to the hot list....

and thats the end of that, for now.

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