Theme movie is Fear and loathing in Las Vegas (I realized these two don't really collaborate together in a totally kosher way but Im travelling in a red truck with australians who really know how to make shit happen)
Let's get down to brass tacks. How much for the ape (Kopi sun)?
(KAI) If we're ever going to get out of here alive, we're going to need some golf shoes.
The difference (at a club/bowling bar) between the right word and the nearly right word is the difference between lightning and lightning bug.
You took too much man, too much, too much.
There he goes (OUR LANDLORD - TRADON TURNER---). One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
(sometimes I write these things down and by the time I'm finished uploading the photos it all seems so boring)
WRAPPED UP LIKE A DOUCHE
I am deeply in love with you, life. You are the most faithful boyfriend I've ever had.
You share with me delights that seem unworldly to my molding-brain.
There are some times when I realise that I'm living.
Sometimes it can be just one moment, sunshine catching on blood red nail-polish, or that plastic crunching sound when cars ride over snow
I reckon Im pretty lucky to notice them and breathe, Im pretty lucky to be able to smile about them after, and then take a photograph and share them with you.
HIGH: walking across Williamsburg bridge from Manhattan because of not having enough money to catch the train
HIGH: hanging out with Cole, the ultimate sticker fiend. Puts stickers on sunglasses, phones, pictures stolen from thrift stores and wears them as accessories
HIGH: walking through the streets every day, past Anthony Lister paintings & Mexican men smoking in the sunshine
HIGH: smoking on the fire escape with friends, watching China, wearing t-shirts in the winter
HIGH: being high with people who wear ripped Margiela tuxedos and sneakers
HIGH: jogging on the street near the east river looking for graffiti, Pavlova & solar-powered crystal rainbow makers
HIGH: I have come that you may have life and have it abundantly
HIGH: sitting near Josh Hartnet & Helena Christianson in jumpers with shoulder pads, and fish and chips and vegimite and baby puppy dogs with little tounges
HIGH: fragile walls & daylight moon shine, warehouses filled with vintage clothing or photographs or kittens for adoption...
HIGH: girlfriends. room mates. boys from ESPN & Denmark. comfortingly familiar darling people to share plum wine with in the spooking hours.
HIGH: not coming home for 3 days because my cotton t-shirt didn't feel that dirty & the world kept feeding me joy & vodka & duck and plums and friends.
HIGH: plastic staircases and silver Dolce & Gabbana
HIGH: German girls with big smiles who sleep on the couch and invite me to have coffee with her friend Terry Richardson. Esther smiled when the baseball player got high and moved out at 4am to escape to Florida (New York, he loved you, but you got him down)
HIGH: spending time at SkyNET with China outside being blown up by little kids with poppers & then reconstructed by NYPD with coloured paper & sparkling rockets
HIGH: afternoon sunshine & chive dumplings & mango bubble cups in Soho parks
HIGH: heckling fixed gear bicycle riders who play hockey in the car park. agh stupid lesbians with poor coordination & rude alpha-males who throw snow at people with the hockey pucks and beat their chest in moron code for "go team"
HIGH: homeless people with carriages of glitter & gold with painted dog friends and outfits worthy of featuring in the Satorialist (if the world wasn't so mainstream)
HIGH: telling people why Lucy can't ride a bicycle.... because Lucy was a fish
bleh. my eyeballs hurt. blogging is so lame. I'm embarrassed of myself. this is not creative expression. this is bullshit. ec
So the Thom Browne show is over, Thom offered to sponsor me if I stay but I want to come home and finish uni.
(my roommates boyfriends band)
I really love New York but there is a strange sort of loneliness that comes about me when I'm not crazy busy, and in New York it's exacerbated to an almost unbearable level. I miss nature, when I look out the window over Brooklyn, Queens and Manhattan right now I cannot see a single tree, I can see a faint glimmer of the East River but growing up in Australia really makes you down to earth, and there's not enough earth here in this winter wonderland for me to never come home again.
I booked a ticket to Vegas and so am going to travel across the country (comme Jack Keruac) to meet up with some boys & drive around in matching hats and jackets in a red pick-up truck. Hopefully there will be beer & mushrooms & desert & sparkles involved, maybe even body paint.
Here is my favorite current menswear collection, every single look really rocks my world, even more than Lanvin men or (dare I say it) Thom Browne.
(I WROTE THIS BLOG A WEEK AGO AND SAVED IT AS A DRAFT BECAUSE I HAD NO TIME TO FINISH IT, SORRY, CONFUSING TIMELINE OF EVENTS. WILL UPDATE REALISTICALLY SOON)
14 inches of snow has fallen from the sky.
since this time yesterday.
New York is silent & deserted, bar the sound of snow fights between fashion designers going mad with fashion week stress
All the snow has shut the entire city down, everything is closed. So what better for 3 girls to do when locked up than get naked and drape ourselves in raccoon tails.
Same raccoon tails that I have been creating pin cushions of my fingers with for the past few days adding to every seam and hem imaginable.
Same raccoon tails that put me in my first bad mood since leaving Australia.
Yesterday I was in a bad mood, to make me feel better today Robert (designer for Thom Browne) made me a key-lime pie to fulfil one of my New York fantasies.
It was incredible
Fashion week preparation is killing me, there is so much to do and Thom keeps adding pieces to the collection and making crazy insane decisions that require me to sew so much my wrists ache like they have opposing magnets within my skin and my fingers don't open and close so easily anymore.
I hate leather. I hate raccoon tails (unless naked), I hate scarves, I hate Thom Browne labels, I hate mink coats, I hate sewing elbow patches, I hate cataloging fabrics for spring 2011, I hate garment bags, I hate steamers, I hate stinky models.
EC
ps: best quote of this trip "Emily, you're taking so many photos, always clicking away aren't you, hope you're not putting them on some crazy Australian blog". Thom Browne
second best quote of this trip "Hi, my name is Omgina, god unfortunately blessed me with the wrong gina." Drag queen and later "my vagina got wet" I would highly recommend Ru Paul's drag race if you're interested in smiling so much your eyeballs pop out of their membranes and end up in your bowl of popcorn just like the feeling of being mega hung over but on the opposite spectrum- this feels good.
1. Kopi on the roof of the factory, on the way to the Deli for $2 bagels with peanut butter and jelly & mango and carrot juice. 2. One section of an entire warehouse filled with sample fabrics for Thom Browne- mostly greys - mostly AMAZING 3. Daniel (one of the designers) with the first product sample on his left, and then the modified version on the right- for a little PIZAZ at the show. (Not gonna lie- my first impulse when I saw this bag was to get inside). 4. Pattern blocks at the factory- there would be at least 100 meters of pattern blocks hung like this around the walls in the tailoring production factory in Queens. 5. View of New York from private car * woah * going across the Queens bridge to Manhattan for fittings 6. Kopi experimenting with the Spring 2010 jackets for styling of the show on the 15th of February at the Thom Browne PR firm in Chelsea 7. Thom Browne menswear wrap dresses (THIS IS WHY I ADORE THIS MAN- THESE DRESSES TURN MEN INTO GODS WHEN WORN- GODS) 8. Everything is hand made- from the patterns (which are tailor made in Italian and are not copied or reproduced even down to the collar patterns - which are done on the stand per jacket), the textiles are designed on illustrator (my gingham patterns for cotton for spring 2011 have been ordered- YES), hand cut & sewn by lovely men that listen to soul music and say "cawfee". 9. Kopi and I went to 'shake shack' the best burger in the world, sometimes the queue can span kilometers to order one, the milkshakes are a dream and are so thick you need a spoon to 'drink' them. ten. Through my job I get to go to the garment district every day to visit some pretty cool places; this is a corridor of a leather shop- with this particular section being vibrantly coloured lamb skins - ITS THAT SPECIFIC. ITS THAT AMAZING. ! There are also trim shops that would have a trillion buttons, clasps, zips (including 4 inch thick zips- incredible) EVERYTHING YOU COULD EVER NEED OR IMAGINE OR DESIRE. 11. Robert Childs (the other designer) and Ezra (illustrator for Victoria's Secret) at dinner at Fette Sau- a garage that sells cooked meat by the kilo and beer by the gallon, with communal tables & incredible music. I love these men too 12. The flesh and I (you can see the reflection of the blood bath in my eyes) ha ha 13. The snow falling outside the apartment in Williamsburg onto the neighborhood 14, Graffiti from the meat packing district slightly modified on MS paint 15, Daniel, Kopi & Robert wearing their Thom Browne attire with matching briefcases waiting for a taxi to 14th street for PinkBerry & Whole foods. 16, My first present :) Thom Browne cashmere Italian socks with red and blue tennis rackets and polka dots.....HOW EXCITING AND OUTRAGEOUS - PRESENTS ! ! ! !! 17, Next week I need to sew 100 of these raccoon tails to pill box hats for the show so I spent a little time bonding with them 18, Robert, Thom Browne & Daniel discussing colours from Pantone swatches for Spring 2011, and choosing patterns for the fabric mills (my gingham and some stripe designs got through the process - AMAZING SO THEY WILL BE PRODUCED FOR NEXT SEASONS SHIRTS!) 19, Kopi trying on an extra long bomber jacket with beautiful soft lamb skin sleeves for Spring 2010 at the office (210 11ave) 20. The factory after hours- when all the Italians have gone home and its just the designers left slaving their guts out in the name of menswear. Ah man, this is a dream life
