Wednesday, May 30

Once upon a time...................

"Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects."
-The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen 

"The little mermaid lifted her glorified eyes towards the sun, and felt them, for the first time, filling with tears."
-The Little Mermaid By Hans Christan Andersen 

“If you think we're alive, you ought to speak,” said the one marked Dee.
-Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
“`Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation.  Alice replied, rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'”
-Alice in WonderLand By Lewis Carroll 

“There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it: You need to be as mad as a hatter.”

-Alice in Wonderland By Lewis Carroll

“Once upon a time in a faraway land, there was a tiny kingdom, peaceful, prosperous, and rich in romance and tradition. Here in a stately chateau, there lived a widowed gentleman and his little daughter, Cinderella.”

“The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, screamed `Off with her head! Off--'  `Nonsense!' said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen was silent.
-Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

"The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?"
-Beauty and the Beast  

"I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand. I want so much more than they've got planned."
-Beuty and the Beast

“Magic Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”
-The Queen in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs  

“Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.”
-The Wizard of Oz

“Hard by a great forest dwelt a poor wood-cutter with his wife and his two children. The boy was called Hansel and the girl Gretel.”
-Hansel and Gretel  

“And the godless witch was miserably burnt to death.”
-Hansel and Gretel

“The old woman had only pretended to be so kind; she was in reality a wicked witch, who lay in wait for children, and had only built the little house of bread in order to entice them there. When a child fell into her power, she killed it, cooked and ate it, and that was a feast day with her.”

-Hansel and Gretel  
“One day her mother told her she meant to send her to her grandmother.”
-Little Red Riding Hood  

"Grandmother," she said, "what a great nose you have."
"All the better to smell with, my dear," said the wolf.
"And, grandmother, what large ears you have."
"All the better to hear with, my dear."
"Ah! grandmother, and what large eyes you have."
"All the better to see with, my dear," said the wolf, showing his teeth, for he longed to eat the child up.
"Oh, grandmother, and what great teeth you have!" said Little Red Riding-Hood.
"All the better to eat you up with," growled the wolf.
-Little Red Riding Hood

Photos taken from Vogue editorials  

Frizzy blond hair clutters my face, excitement sparks into my eyes. I pet the pink book with the mangled spine, the book that contains imaginary lands, my childhood dreams, and some of the first words I ever read. That pink book contains the fairy tales that brought an ear to ear crooked smile to my young candy covered face. I loved Fairy tales fore they the simple fact they defy facts and show us a happy ending. That they show the bad guy in a cape making he/she obvious for the eye and that the good guys are brave, noble, perfect qualities we all desire to have but can never reach. That there utterly fiction. But now looking at the above interpretations i know why they appeal to my eyes, they remind me of a simpler times where my sense of style only included the color pink, those times where i thought i could turn into a mermaid and if i wished on a star all my wishes would come true. The times where i opened up that scratched up pink book and believed ever black italic word i read, those were the simpler times the times of childhood.

When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.  ~Sam Ewing

What's your favorite fairy tale? Mine is The Little Mermaid.

The End 


Thursday, May 24

Ode to that Room Inside Another Room

who else but me looks down at there feet 

The Hand 

Creepy hand formations 

Trying to learn how to fly any suggestions


Je suis wearing
romper- from girl's best friend Forever 21 similar one here
widest belt i own- vintage 
button down- J. crew
Kimono fringe thingy- Urban Outfitters similar one here
clog seen in only on of these pictures- slightly used (vintage)

Creepy Witch photos with weird kimono taken by Mary Frisby

Recently i wrote an Ode. Now you probably puzzled right now staring at your computer screens thinking what is an Ode something you feed a horse or something in an entire different class maybe its a species of alien? Well an Ode is none of the above. An Ode is a letter like poem written about a deeply appreciated event, occasion, thing, place exc. Or in My case my midget size closet. 
Now presenting my deep meaning poetic Ode to that room inside a room, a closet..............

Ode to My Closet

You bear 3 white walls with a door barely attached to its hinges,
You hold some of my greatest treasures
To my fringe kimono, that does not want to break its hold from anything, anything.
To my lavender graduation dress like graduating elementary school deserves a full blown out ball gown.

You are a jar full of fireflies.
A square box that holds tiny pieces of light that I treasure as if they were life.

One of these tiny glass light bulbs of light that illuminate the empty darkness within my closet is that of the white shearling fur shrug that hangs on a matching white plastic hanger  

All though I oppose of anything of real fur the clean white fur on this shrug is just lovely and makes me feel as if I were a polished wealthy lady floating down white marble steps while money floats about me as I fan myself with hundred dollar bills supplying myself a brief cool relief.

But my dear closet puzzles on whether or not to spit this white fur shrug out fore it does not match anything else that hangs on white plastic hangers.

And for this the fur object floats about the rows and rows of silk and cotton obviously the oddball in the group.

And my closet knows this it makes this perfect white object stand out telling me it does not belong it should not be there among the rest of my rugged clothing.

That is how well this tiny room inside a room knows me it knows what I am and what am not, a rich lady who fans herself with money 

You, room inside an room, are a shoebox of memories, you bear the pink t-shirt scattered with graphic cherry blossoms and red sauce stains that reminds me of the great pasta I had from my short lived Washington D.C. trip and how I wish to go back there one day.

I once was afraid of you. You, who has become Girl’s best friend,

I once thought you held Lord Voldemort, with his overgrown fingernails and pasty pale skin, behind your white closed door. I would lay awake staring up at the small hole on my arched ceiling, the hole that once held a pink canopy to protect me from you.

The situation has surly changed.

In Later years when I started to develop into more of a character you grew as well the row and rows of cloths mounted to squish together against the rock hard white wall.

When my friends and I played hide and seek and they hid in your dark interior. They knocked over the poles that held my tiny bulbs of light. Blanketing your dark mahogany floor with suede dresses, velvet coats, and silk garments. It was then at that time that I realized I cared for you.

I cared if your admirably interior fell like a Knight falling in battle
I care now if you are disorganized like my social studies binder

Though you are small and dark with the only color from your interior being the very subtle rays of color pigment that reflects off of my valuable wear.
You contain golden treasures of fur, silk, and velvet.

You have a deep musky smell. You smell of feet (because I despise socks).
Your smell is a sweaty natural stink mixed in with the smell of the seaside detergent that brings me to the giant waves of Montauk.
This is a smell that is unidentified though it stinks like the fumes of a skunk I enjoy it ever so.

Fore it reminds me of you.

I know if I had any posters of cute boy bands that they would be plastered on one of your 3 small walls.

But I don’t.

You remind me everyday that my sense of style is different then the normal girls.

You remind me that I prefer to wear dresses and heels over jeans and sneakers

It is you, dear closet, that I look at as a reflection of myself you are a mirror of my self and that is why I am ever so fond of you.
You hold the extra layer of skin that I place on my self to make me uniquely me.

One day far away you may be replaced.
Your stuffed up interior now hollow like an Oreo loosing its stuffing.
But as I lay my eyes years from now on your dark mahogany floor no longer covered with a thick layer of shoes.
I will emanate a bittersweet smile thinking to my self there is nothing like you Women’s best friend, the closet


Saturday, May 19

Photograher: Zoey Grossman

peace out

mirror mirror on the wall why are you taking a photo of me?

what are you lookin at?


nothing like some super market cart racing

I apologize for the overwhelming amount of photos.

It may be the fact that i grew up surrounded by paintings by my Grandmother that were as my my mother would say were quite revealing of the human anatomy and the fact that my father marveled these paintings and expressed this fondness by plastering those photos basically in every room except by plain no paintings walls of my room. These paintings provided many questions to my young mind and made me an expert on the human anatomy by the time i reached kindergarten. It may be due to these paintings that my admiration and my fondness to Zoey Grossman provocative photography is very high. Zoey Grossman a photographer for the blog purse n' boots (one of my fave blogs judging from my fav blog rundown to the left) and photographs many of the lookbooks for planet blue and takes awesome photos for countless other things has a way of making provocative images elegant and artistic.

Her photos remind me much of my Grandmother's paintings which obviously reminds me of my grandmother herself. I view my grandmother as an elegant Artistic women who is very strong willed. Zoey Grossman's photography reminds me much of my grandmother's paintings that resemble much of free willed lines forming a nude person most times. these abstract artistic lines remind me of Zoey Grossman's photographs for they both have a provocative side (my grandmother enjoys painting nude women Zoey Grossman can't help taking photos of her models in the nude) and both photos and paintings have an effortless simple elegantness to them that i just marvel at.

Speaking of my self the photographs remind me of what i strive for my personal style to be like edgy with a  frilly girly side and don't forget lots and lots of jewelry. In an interview when Zoey Grossman was asked "Are you a tomboy" she answered "Most definitely not, I love everything girlie".   This love of "everything girlie" is expressed in her photography fore when i look at each one of her photos i see something colorful or something filled with flowers or something i pinpoint as girlie for example the photo above the way she captured the models pose is no where near edgy, it is a curious pose with a curious face with pointed toes which for me = girlie. The edgy side of things is revealed in Grossman's photography through just the fact the way the models come alive when she photographs them. when she takes photos of these models they no longer look constipated and as if they did not eat enough. just look at the 26th photo down, though there is no edgy scenery the model expresses this natural edginess that i never see in photos done with other photographers. Only Zoey grossman can naturally fuse girliness and edginess to make a perfect combination.

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