Come Fly Away...

"William Lamson is a Brooklyn based artist who works in video, photography, performance and sculpture. His work addresses issues of masculinity, amateurism, science, play and the quixotic quest for personal heroism that accompanies these subjects.

Lamson received his MFA from Bard in 2006 and his BA from Dartmouth in 2000. His work has been shown at P.S.1, The Brooklyn Museum, Pierogi Gallery and the Museum of Fine Arts in Santa Fe among others."

Through Marion's Eyes...

Marion Bolognesi: Watercolor collection

I have always believed and romanticized about the idea that the soul, the essential being and all of who we are can be projected into the world through our eyes. When I saw this collection I couldn't help but spend a good hour of my night going through each image, looking deeply into the rich depth that each stare embodied, questioning the emotion, the story, the life that was glaring back at me through a technicolor dream. Simply put, it mesmerized me...

Sounds of Silence...

Tonight the world sounds silent

A deafening retrospect

All sound resonates through shivers

In my bones that are shiver-less

Hold me tight through this trepidation

Stay with me as I try to fall asleep

Take my hand, and walk with me tonight

Standing in my shadow, lost inside my dream

The moon is lost by distance

A world that craves it's light

A solace of hope untouchable

As the motionless take flight

Close your eyes, don't let me fade so slowly

Feel the pounding of hostility that cannot breathe

Take my hand, just hold it for tonight

Stand beside me always, forever despite belief

This feels like talking, but words have lost their place

This feels like touching, but hands no longer embrace

This feels like seeing, though blind to this state of grace

This feels like feeling, a reverence I'm intent to erase

If you must then walk away, before my eyes are open

Force this diversion, despite how much I cry

Steal my kiss, the last until these lips can breathe

Take it with you always, the apprehension of release

Insolence is piercing, words spoken by despair

Believe me please, even when I lie

Hold me, now show me, take all that I have

Take it with you and leave

This feels like talking, but words have lost their place

This feels like touching, but hands no longer embrace

This feels like seeing, though blind to this state of grace

This feels like feeling, a reverence I intentionally erase

Take what I say, solitary compassion

My essence free from your revelry

A carousel of conflicting convolution

Contrived atop their idiocy

This feels like talking, but words have lost their place

This feels like touching, but hands no longer embrace

This feels like seeing, though blind to this state of grace

This feels like feeling, a reverence I intentionally erase

Listen

Anticipate

Push me, but never pull

Take me now, even when I am in destruction

Release me

Breathe

Jes Busch



Subtle Reminders...

Life is unpredictable. It gets crazy, it gets confusing and inevitably busier than the hours allow for. Sometimes we become so caught up in the "craziness" that the simplicity and small pleasures can get lost. Those things that ignite our fire, that make us smile internally  for no reason other then "just because" can be forgotten if we don't take time to tune into the subtle reminders. Fashion, style, silhouette, these things have always been one of my loves. The creativity and the outwards expression of such dynamic movement make me deliriously happy. The industry itself can be obviously overwhelming and excessive at times. The true nature of it seems to be diminished by this excess. But the very root of it remains the same, at least in my eyes, it is ART. Walking past a vintage shop yesterday I stopped at the site of one of my subtle reminders. Though most would walk past without notice, every time I see a dress form, that manipulated and beautiful female form, I am reminded and the fire continues to burn. It is such a simple thing, yet my eyes allow my mind to return to a place of appreciation for such a overlooked artistic form...

ORANGE NYC...

When it comes to fashion, minimalism can be a scary thing. It takes a well seasoned, talented and detailed designer to understand how minimalism really works. Aligning structure, cut, color and textile into a garment that may be considered simple, but at the same time looks exquisitely original, takes a trained eye. Vancouver designer Angela Chen sees into and executes this rare vision with ease. After graduating from Parsons The New School of Design in NYC and launching her first collection for ORANGE in 2007, Chen has gone on to dress many of fashion's most influential muses and mavens. Below, minimalism at it's finest...

Images: blogTO

Keeping The Flame...

"We are all Pinocchio's: We begin our life, waiving to our mother and father with our school books in hand, hoping to do well. But we are turned this way and that. We make mistakes, we move from our course, we falter, flounder, and may suffer remorse, rebellion or a sense of defeat. We seem to loose our way. But if we keep our little flame alive, our first feeling of enthusiasm of who we are, without the influence or intervention of others, we will prevail. And like Pinocchio, despite all his transgressions, find the courage to re-unite with our little flame and be rewarded. And the reward is this: we finally become ourselves."

Patti Smith

ALWAYS LET YOUR CONSCIENCE BE YOUR GUIDE