Apparently, the Natural Born Killers soundtrack played throughout the show.
7/31/09
CHRISTOPHER KANE FALL2009 RTW
Apparently, the Natural Born Killers soundtrack played throughout the show.
7/18/09
2 HEADS ARE BETTER THAN 1
If you've lost sleep over anticipation of a future post involving that '51% designing first official line with Nikki' thing I once mentioned, this one's for you:I suspect that more then 51% of my cognizant time is devoted to designing, sewing, critiquing, redesigning, sewing, critiquing, redesigning, etc., the first official collection of my first official line.
EXCUSE ME, did I say 'my'? I meant 'our'.
Enters (exquisitely): my business partner/roommate/besty, Nikki Garcia.
Those who read this blog (maybe just my mom?) know Nikki from past posts. I'm honored to announce that this strikingly talented lady and I will be collaborating in our BIG fashion journey (she's mine, so don't even think about it Marc!). When time permits, I'll continue to dabble in zombie-esque dresses and post-apocalyptic hoods, but *WE'RE* gonna knock your socks off. Bam!
Above is a super secret sneak peak.
Also; check out Nikki's designs on her blog http://nikkimgarcia.blogspot.com/
7/15/09
20% SEWING SUMMER DRESSES {part 1}
It's been a while...however; you may be pleased to learn that I've been busy.
Here's the breakdown;
51% designing first official line with Nikki (refer to future post)
20% SEWING SUMMER DRESSES
11% working at whole foods
9% dancing (not just in the living room)
9% other shenanigans
THIS POST (and the following 2) APPLY TO: 20% SEWING SUMMER DRESSES
1. {I'M NOT THAT INNOCENT} layers of chifffon, lace and purity...
photos by Tyler Love
Here's the breakdown;
51% designing first official line with Nikki (refer to future post)
20% SEWING SUMMER DRESSES
11% working at whole foods
9% dancing (not just in the living room)
9% other shenanigans
THIS POST (and the following 2) APPLY TO: 20% SEWING SUMMER DRESSES
1. {I'M NOT THAT INNOCENT} layers of chifffon, lace and purity...
photos by Tyler Love
7/13/09
WHAT YOU GOT IN THE BOX ONLY GRACIE KNOWS
If you didn't listen to Ben Folds (or any other Ben, for that matter) in transit to Morro Rock, in search of; 1) gnarly waves, and/or 2) hot men in neoprene; you may not recognize the lyrics to Gracie. But I couldn't rightfully deliver this news without a reference to a song that so vigorously jerked-my-tears in 2006.
I'm extremely excited to report that my ultra responsible sister and her fantastic husband are having a baby! Meet Gracie Amelia...
(This photo is kinda weird and I'm not sure how I feel about it?)
I'm extremely excited to report that my ultra responsible sister and her fantastic husband are having a baby! Meet Gracie Amelia...
(This photo is kinda weird and I'm not sure how I feel about it?)
5/11/09
5/9/09
I'M GETTING BACK INTO YOU
It wasn't a messy break-up, per se. Perhaps because we both knew it was only a break... And now I know, and I will shout from the highest rooftop in the mission, 'I want you in my life, my love'. Oh how you've grown into an increasingly intuitive and refined being! I've always known, oh special garment in my imagination, that we'd find each other again.
4/21/09
4/18/09
3/25/09
WELCOME TO THE {CONCRETE} JUNGLE
R.I.P Hayes Valley Home.
If you're interested in experiencing the rare goodness of living with a profoundly amazing woman; call Celene Lehrer. I will miss her as I imagine folks who've recently moved from LA to Kansas miss the ocean. We part ways with fond memories and a solid assurance that our journey together will continue forever.
And now, I embark on a new spacial adventure in The Mission District of San Francisco. Located on Treat street, I now reside in a renovated crack house with 5 very special humans. Nikki Garcia, Anna Lodwick, Tyler Love, Donald (who I don't know very well yet, but I imagine will eventually become very special), and Bill (the cat).
Our home is sandwiched between an insanely mind-blowing post-modern children's community center, a burnt down house (turned squat/junkyard), and a miniature soccer field where miniature people play at dusk. Our backyard is perhaps the largest backyard in the city of San Francisco. Composed of 90% cement; this space has provided a nostalgic journey into the wonderful world of figure roller-skating. (see how happy this makes me in the picture below)
If you're interested in experiencing the rare goodness of living with a profoundly amazing woman; call Celene Lehrer. I will miss her as I imagine folks who've recently moved from LA to Kansas miss the ocean. We part ways with fond memories and a solid assurance that our journey together will continue forever.
And now, I embark on a new spacial adventure in The Mission District of San Francisco. Located on Treat street, I now reside in a renovated crack house with 5 very special humans. Nikki Garcia, Anna Lodwick, Tyler Love, Donald (who I don't know very well yet, but I imagine will eventually become very special), and Bill (the cat).
Our home is sandwiched between an insanely mind-blowing post-modern children's community center, a burnt down house (turned squat/junkyard), and a miniature soccer field where miniature people play at dusk. Our backyard is perhaps the largest backyard in the city of San Francisco. Composed of 90% cement; this space has provided a nostalgic journey into the wonderful world of figure roller-skating. (see how happy this makes me in the picture below)
LET FREEDOM RING!
Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, I am free at last!
{excuse me for equating my free rein from F.I.D.M to the defining moment of the Civil Rights Movement}. But yes, my graduate education from fashion school has come to a haul, and I'm forever unfettered from creating 'according-to-specifications-notch-collars' and subjection to 'shallow-freshly-out-of-the-closet-gay-boy-from-Modesto' conversation.
What have I done since my final hurrah last week?
Besides the obvious (binge drink, sleep and indulge in 2 season's of Battlestar Galactica), I've caught up via phone and email with close friends/family, made visits to acquaintances in the city, and taken time
to talk to strangers with cute dogs in the park. But no encounter occurs without the deliverance of the following inevitable question...
What the fuck are you going to do now? (*fuck omitted on occasion*)
My memorized 2-liner is delivered quickly and without hesitation
(or unfortunately any authenticity).
So...friends, family, strangers in the park; you ask the question again...
'What the fuck are you going to do now?'
Lelaina Pierce couldn't articulate my ambivalence better in her famous graduation speech from Houston State:
And they wonder why those of us in our twenties...refuse to work an 80-hour week... just so we can afford to buy their BMWs...why we aren't interested... in the counterculture that they invented...as if we did not see them disembowel their revolution...for a pair of running shoes.
But the question remains...
what are we going to do now?
How can we repair all the damage we inherited? Fellow graduates, the answer is simple. The answer is...The answer is...
I don't know.
{excuse me for equating my free rein from F.I.D.M to the defining moment of the Civil Rights Movement}. But yes, my graduate education from fashion school has come to a haul, and I'm forever unfettered from creating 'according-to-specifications-notch-collars' and subjection to 'shallow-freshly-out-of-the-closet-gay-boy-from-Modesto' conversation.
What have I done since my final hurrah last week?
Besides the obvious (binge drink, sleep and indulge in 2 season's of Battlestar Galactica), I've caught up via phone and email with close friends/family, made visits to acquaintances in the city, and taken time
to talk to strangers with cute dogs in the park. But no encounter occurs without the deliverance of the following inevitable question...
What the fuck are you going to do now? (*fuck omitted on occasion*)
My memorized 2-liner is delivered quickly and without hesitation
(or unfortunately any authenticity).
So...friends, family, strangers in the park; you ask the question again...
'What the fuck are you going to do now?'
Lelaina Pierce couldn't articulate my ambivalence better in her famous graduation speech from Houston State:
And they wonder why those of us in our twenties...refuse to work an 80-hour week... just so we can afford to buy their BMWs...why we aren't interested... in the counterculture that they invented...as if we did not see them disembowel their revolution...for a pair of running shoes.
But the question remains...
what are we going to do now?
How can we repair all the damage we inherited? Fellow graduates, the answer is simple. The answer is...The answer is...
I don't know.
3/21/09
2/25/09
2/6/09
1/25/09
I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE...
...to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands: one Nation under OBAMA, indivisible, With Liberty and Justice for all. Way to go America!
1/6/09
UNEXPECTED & EXCITING TREAT!
My design's have been featured in 2 San Francisco fashion blogs! Click on Links to check 'em out! (the pictures aren't links to the good stuff)
7X7 GLAMWATCH BLOG *and* SF INDIE FASHION
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