Tuesday, March 13, 2012
I normally don't color-adjust pictures but when I saw how these turned out, I felt the colors weren't really doing the surrealism of the overexposure justice. And at first I hated that the white balance was completely off, but then I thought it was kind of funny what a literal translation this turned out to be: lost in the snow, almost dissolving into the wrath of our merciless winters. Anyway, I thought the Sepia tone took the pictures from "this is what I'm wearing" to something unrealistic, almost as if someone had drawn a picture of me (or three). Spring is just around the corner, so I won't be wearing this coat very much longer. Thanks for a great season.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
A friend of mine came up with the term Impermanence Pangs to describe the uneasiness of being aware of something that you know won't last - a relationship, a great date with a person soon to leave town permanently, or a few moments with a cat that's about to be adopted. While I think that accepting (and somehow finding happiness in) the general impermanence of life is one of the coolest ways to live however many years we have left, I can see where she's coming from. I mean, I'm not anywhere near the whole "be happy with or without" idea, but I aim towards it every day. Today, there's this blazer, for example. I wore it to a show once and got a few compliments on it, which was nice, but then I hung it up and immediately forgot about it for two years. Then I found it again, wore it again, and back in the closet it went. In other words, I don't care about it, one way or another. Impermanence Pangs hit me when I fear losing something irreplaceable, but ultimately, let's be real: every feeling is replaceable, every memory foreshadows an even greater one, and every day is a new way to find irrevocable elation.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
I haven't thought about crystals since my Sailor Moon days. Well actually there was also a brief stint with a girlfriend when we thought we could use white magic to bring our boyfriends back. Days of reciting spells while tying ribbons around dollar-store candles and aligning aforementioned crystals into magic shapes and all that we got out of it was a pillow covered in wax and a room that smelled like a 70s porno. Fast-forward twenty years (okay seven) and I'm found staring at a bag of white top-drilled quartz stones I ordered in bulk. Since banning myself from shopping I've found ways to bypass the rule by making (almost) everything I've been tempted to buy, and so far...well, so good. If you're interested in making this necklace, make sure to thread it with a metal wire and use crimping beads to stop the threads at both ends. Also, use a good quality chain because you don't want your crystals falling all over the place (misaligned) giving you twenty-eight years of bad luck. Don't say I didn't warn you.