Thursday, December 16, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
There was also a certain bent appeal in the notion of running a savage burn on one Las Vegas Hotel and then—instead of becoming a doomed fugitive on the highway to L.A.—just wheeling across town, trading in the red Chevy convertible for a white Cadillac and checking into another Vegas hotel, with press credentials to mingle with a thousand ranking cops from all over America, while they harangued each other about the Drug Problem.
It was dangerous lunacy, but it was also the kind of thing a real connoisseur of edge-work could make an argument for. Where, for instance, was the last place the Las Vegas police would look for a drug addled fraud-fugitive who just who just ripped off a downtown hotel?
Right. In the middle of a National District Attorney’s Drug Conference at an elegant hotel on the strip…Arriving at Caesar’s Palace for the Tom Jones dinner show in a flashing white Coupe de Ville…At a cocktail party for narcotics agents and their wives at the Dunes?
Indeed, what a better place to hide? For some people. But not for me. And certainly not for my attorney—a very conspicuous person. Separately, we might pull it off. But together, no—we would blow it. Too much aggressive chemistry in that mix; the temptation to run a deliberate freakout would be too heavy. And that of course would finish us. They would show us no mercy. To infiltrate the infiltrators would be to accept the fate of all spies: “As always, if you or any member of your organization is apprehended by the enemy, the Secretary will deny any knowledge etc…”
No it was too much. The line between madness and masochism was already hazy; the time had come to pull back…to retire, hunker down, back off and “cop out,” as it were. Why not? In every gig like this, there comes a time to either cut your losses of consolidate your winnings—whichever fits.
I drove slowly, looking for a proper place to sit down with an early morning beer and get my head together…to plot this unnatural retreat.
(Image Credit: Slate.com)
PATENT PLATFORM BOOTIE: original price - $42 on sale for $30.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
DEVELOPMENT AGENCY EXPANSION
Job type:Job Offering
To be on hand with managing and developing our portfolio of clients and liaising with the press, personalities and fashion houses during London, Paris, New York Fashion Weeks.
All interest must be sent with a full CV.
So I spit my coffee at the screen, ran and cleaning off my computer off and promptly hatched a plan to obtain this precious position by pulling a Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter is Dead with a "right on top of that rose" attitude and a fake resume.
Ok, so not a fake resume, but a "artfully" worded resume. I am a wordsmith when it comes to my accomplishments.
Anyway, you get the point. Tonight, I will be working on my resume and figuring out how to lose 50 pounds to fit into the clothing at the sample sales.
Soho here I come.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Cole Haan Oleanna
Steve Madden Chelseey
The Chelseey boots are on sale for $89.99 - I might have to pick the pair in black as well. I have all these coupons from Banana Republic for spending too much money on their clothing, so I can most likely get then both for the price of one. I sure hope they work with piperlime as well.
Friday, November 12, 2010
(Rick Owens Leather Wedge Ankle Boots.. find them here)
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
I think the funny thing is that with a black dress the turban would look fantastic but I am actually taking it a step further with this...
a Romper from ModCloth.com.
(My new years resolution is to only buy clothing from ModCloth)
Then I plan on finishing the ensemble with these monsters...
ASOS TRAGEDY Leather And Stingray Wedge
I am still undecided on accessories. I am thinking a bit dainty and gold. Possibly a wish bone AND a double finger ring.
So there you go.
My first lesson in alienating your friends - one accessory at a time.
So what am I listening to now you ask? Wait, you don't care.
Too bad suckers.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
I am going to be Rosie the Riveter
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
My cat Oscar sits on my window sill.
In a weird way, this is a perfect way to end a long day.
I have been working a lot. My soul is tired and if I hear the word Medicare one more time I think I might scream.
The only thing I can think of is to blog about someone, anyone, that is living the life they dreamed. Ok, not always the live they dreamed but one that they created; one they can feel proud of because it has been spent in pursuit of things of beauty - even in drudgery.
This is why this is dedicated to a photographer named Collin LaFlece.
Let me begin by saying Colin was born in 1987.
His resume is chock full of amazing exhibits that I can only dream of attending.
A graduate of NYU, he has developed an incredible body of work that has captured the human condition - with a smatering of the human spirit. By smatering, I mean all of it.
The thing about photography is that is captures a human in their true form.
Of course I omit from this catagorey Glamour Shots, portrait prints and anything that involves the phrase "cheese".
So introducing Collin LaFleche. I WILL have your work on my wall.
most images were found at his blog and .... his real website
Here is one of my own sad photographs. God knows I love the Grandin....
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
When the beat started to pick up so did my arm peddling (how silly) and before I knew it I was bobbing and weaving to the beat. It made my arm "workout" more bearable until I realized that I was making a scene and I think the gentleman who was actually trying to burn calories thought I was having a seizure.
To make a long story short this is now a work out staple. The video also appeals to my rampant OCD.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Sleep: everyone needs it.
I know that I am NOT the type to saunter over to my local Victoria's Secret and pick out a frock that will not only require me to tug and pull on it all night but also only look good on Adriana Lima. When I started this quest for chic sleepwear that will actually ALLOW me to sleep I felt like I was fighting an uphill battle. Everywhere I looked - on the internet or my local mall, I came across the same genre impasse; comfy cozy frumpy or slinky sleazy crotchless (ok so that is a little dramatic). I would still be at the crossroads of confusion today if ONE inspiration had not entered my life.... BOARDWALK EMPIRE on HBO about Atlantic City during the 1920's.
The best source I have found for this is Etsy - more specifically Dancing Girl Press and Studio Shop . She has a beautiful collection of vintage slips and I plan on purchasing at least 2 in order to have sweet and stylish dreams.
I included below a visual aid in order to show you before/after... simplistic yet it gets the point across right? Plus, fashion "math" is the only math I know.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
(portrait courtesy of Lisa Warninger Photography from Urban Weeds PDX Street Style)
6. She exudes casual cool.
7. She only uses natural fabrics.
(the purse is from S/S 2010)
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
I am back to where I was months ago... confused, displeased and overwhelmingly lost. After some issues surrounding personal relationships, a lackluster feeling surrounding my job and a messy apartment (really?!?!) I have come to the conclusion I need to stop waiting to become the person I want to be... and do it. Unlike every other time I have tried this and given up, yes this time I THINK I have a refreshing outlook on it. Instead of doing everything at once, I am taking it a small step at a time. I have been listening to a lot Brooklyn Rider lately. They are an amazing string quartet and I realized that my life is like one of their practice sessions. They all have their own beautifully haunting part. I am certain if one person is absent because of illness of a family emergency (do those even happen in hip string bands?) they still practice, they still create and they don't stop dead in their tracks because ONE piece of who they are is not there.
This takes me to another point... who the hell am I? Who do I want to become? Am I already that person? Whose expectations and I trying to live up to. Honestly, I know that a large part of this who issue is that I am not happy with the way I have "forsaken " (so dramatic I know...) who I WAS. I was a painter, a writer, a photographer, a designer, and a musician... now I am a sales person. The reality though is that this is part of being a grownup ... I think the embrace that as a reality. Instead of focusing on how to grow those talents outside of work I have become lazy. I have EVEN let myself get fat (GASP).
What is my next step? Work on each part of my masterpiece - one at a time. Right now, I am cleaning out my apartment. Next step, sell off or give away all the crap I don't need. Third, redecorate - use some of my creativity to make my living space a work of art and then third... take a painting and writing class. While this won't "solve my issue" I think it will allow me to feel like I am gaining some headway. Look, my job is my job right? It pays the bills, I get SOME satisfaction out of it and I can't complain about the commission I make. Instead though of letting it define me I will use the resources it provides me with (i.e. money and a somewhat flexible schedule after December 31st) to define myself.
So.... what were my steps again?
1. De clutter my life.
2. Redecorate my living space.
3. Reinvigorate my zeal for painting and writing with a couple community college classes.
Side Note: I realized I became so obsessed with going back to grad school and WHAT would be practical to study that I forgot that I actually needed to enjoy SOME of it to get through 2 - 3 years of hard studying. I am not going to take that step until I figure out what the heck I am going to want to do with my life.
Now... some beautiful music that I am listening to whilst cleaning my place....
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Anytime I have a crisis of identity I blame it on my career choices. Currently, I am in a job that I am not that thrilled about. That being said - I am simply lucky to have a job. 8 months ago I was laid off my job as a non-profit fundraiser. I worked my little tail off for the organization and had many many big successes. Unfortunately the reality about non-profits is that when the going gets tough - the development department should start packing. Myself as well as my boss lost our jobs as they ruthlessly gutted our department. I look back on that and think that while devastating it was a wonderful thing. Like most people I started my job search with fervor and applied to any and all jobs that were available. As health care is a growing industry OF COURSE a GIANT health care company in my area was hiring and I was graciously offered a job as a sales professional. I enjoy some of what I do but other things drive me up a wall. I don't want to disparage the likes of this company, as they offered me a job in one of the worst economic times our country has ever experienced but it really is not ME. So now instead of starting a full blown job search AGAIN, I am taking my time. I am learning what I can at my current job, making the best of it (even though I found myself crying in the bathroom during my lunch break the other day) and doing a lot of soul searching.
What do I want to do?
Many many man ideas of crossed my mind. The thing is I don't want to approach this haphazardly like I have done in the past. I don't want to run directly to graduate school because it is a safe haven and in fact, I want to end this cycle of finding jobs I HATE and finally find one I love. Throughout high school I though I wanted to be a writer, then a doctor (very short lived), then in college - a lobbyist. I got my degree in political science and then... everything changed. I hated Washington and what it stood for. I found the pandering between politicians to be completely maddening. I honestly HATED all that I had worked for. It was disheartening and I simply wanted to give up. I felt completely lost and without direction and to this day I feel the same way. Now that I have told you what I hate... here is what I love:
6. Public Radio
7. Public Health (odd yes, but would explain my utter fascination with Zombies)
11. Politics (I know... I know... time heals all wounds)
I have been watching a lot of Kell on Earth and I think I would like to work for her. Public relations particularly in the fashion industry to my utter dream. I know I need to me more realistic - but honestly it is hard to let it go. While I teeter on the edge between my 20 and 30's I need a plan and I need it quick. I need to discover my dream and then make it happen. So wish me luck. Maybe I will end up in New York some day or maybe I will be studying disease outbreak at a Health Department near you. Either way I want to feel passion for what I do - not just an empty dissatisfied feeling like I have eaten way too many carbs.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The PERFECT coral cocktail ring by Yves Saint Laurent. It runs about $195.00 I do not plan on whipping out my credit card just yet and in fact, I really want to find a cheaper alternative to YSL.
Maybe THIS will just have to be my treat when I lose all the weight I need to.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
(ps. I love French Music... I WILL devote an entire 300 posts to my favorite artists)
This is an AMAZING SONG in a hipster kind of way...
(people at work think I look like Regina. To them I say... Thank you. The most amazing compliment eeeee.vvvvvv.eeeee.rrrrrr.*
* check out everything that Regina has done. While you are at it..check out Sami Akbari.
ps. introducing... Sami Akbari... becoming her is my New Years Resolution (ps. she when to Roanoke College)
Another one of my New Years Resolutions... Play this song acoustic and sing at an open mic night.
If you have no fear of the underdog.. you will not survive :-)
And to that I say GOOD DAY!