Shine Until Tomorrow

A short animation I made with my macro lens for a photography assignment, Ignor the terrible sound quality but, ENJOY!

I can think clearly now. My mind is gone...

 

Today was a wonderful waste of time. I accomplished a lot by doing almost nothing. For me, nothing consists of pondering the wonders of life, lying on my back mind numbingly stoned and listening to the middle quarter of the Beatles anthology. The entire time I was perched on my back resembling a beached whale with red eyes, it never once occurred to me there were things I needed to start or finish, or things which were swaying in and out of the rather foggy gray area of neither-here-nor-there. I was content to waste time, waste my life, and enjoy what was happening that moment (which at that point was somthing between and Octopuses Garden and Golden Slumbers). 

So this made me think about why it is we never take time, to waste time. There is always something to be done, something to think about, speak about, hear about or watch something on TV about something... Why do we never take a moment out of our "crucially important"schedules to just sit back and waste time doing something menial and actually, really very random which doesn't require brain power, physical power or a steady cash flow. 

I urge you to try it. Put off your next assignment a few hours, or days. Fuck that ________(insert employer, wife, teacher)! She/he is a demanding bitch anyways and needs to loosen up as well. You can always bullshit yourself to prevent from whatever situation you put yourself in. The main thing is you relaxed and took the time to waste a little. 

I did it all day today, and believe me, it was much needed after four days of emotional and physical trauma. So what if I have two tests and a over due project.

I can think clearly now. My mind has gone...

Sweater-My chic stoner garb from Coin-fabulous department store in Italy. Lace tank- Mossimo Supply Co. Tatget (shhhh!).  Jeans- My go to skinny's wear them all day, er'day from Levis. Belt- self altered but the original is from Guess. Headband- Self made...and actually a necklace. Shoes- Crazy Cracked up child of the "Gay man pull over" and the stiletto ankle boot.

I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, becuase I am not myself you see.

Dress- Great buy at Zara. Tights- Self made (or possibly destructed). Boots- Oh, the things you find at "Hole-in-the-wall," boutiques in Cherie Paris! Shrug- some furry creation which was a beautiful faux fur until I sent through the wash and it came out resembling a dead poodle with a tie at both end rather then a shrug. Headband- Self made.

I pride myself as a creation whore, whether it is destroying something into perfection or gluing, sewing and meshing together random odds and ends which I come across in my black hole of a bed room. There is very little in my closet which hasn't been modified or tipped up by me in one way or another.
A few photos I took last year after seeing Tim Burton's version of Alice in Wonderland. I was somewhat fixated on fairy tales and forest fairy fashions...
In a way i miss my bangs. Considering cutting them back... 

Mutation

Lately I've been really wanting to get a few tattoo's which has most likely derived from a recent obsession with Kat Von D. I'm going to give it time and defiantly a lot of thought, but I do want to be Inked before the summer.

I've been talking to people, asking what they think of the tattoos, and what they think would suit me.

Almost everyone gives me the same reply.

"What piercing do you have?" 

Though I have been given the option many times in my sixteen years of life, somehow I have managed to remained completely un-peirced. No earrings, nose rings, belly button rings...or nipple rings. 

This actually comes as a surprise to many of my friends, family and whoever else knows me since I am a complete creation whore and actually design and make shit-tons of jewellery. 

A lot of people ask me why I don't have my ears pierced or more commonly why I don't have my belly button pierced, and to be perfectly honest for a really long time I did not know why. I'm hardly afraid of pain or needles (hence the need for a tattoo), and when given the chance; I am almost always drenched in an obscene amount of necklaces, bracelets, anklets and rings. 

So, why no piercings?

And, more importantly, why the sudden yearning for a tattoo?

Well, last night I was in bed thinking about this and I realized its because I believe putting holes in your body for jewellery is gross and a mutation. When you get a piercing you are technically mutating your body in the name of fashion, which is kind of strange. 

Don't get me wrong, I love piercing on other people, I just never want one myself. 

Yes, burning ink into your body can also be seen as a mutation...

And yes, its 100% permanent.

But somehow in my odd little mind, I see tattoos as an art form which uses your body as a canvas instead of the marks and coloured scars with the rebellious rock and roll connotation.

I guess I just see them as a way of self expression. 

Strange... 

Kat Von D 

Bedazzled

My entertainment for the weekend: DIY projects, I'm going to get my hands on a few patent leather clutches and bedazzle them. I'll also be creating these anklets, chains chains studs and chains...playing dress up with your black boots. Give it all a touch of fabulous.


Bags- Prada, Clutches- Miu Miu, Crystal Quartz necklace-Self Made, Shoe anklets- Litter.

What a Wonderful Prase...

Somthing that made me smile...

Two weeks ago. Saturday night, at around four thirty seven in the morning I was mind numbingly under the influence lying in bed staring at the ceiling in a state of semi-unconsciousness’. With my handy Iphone beside me playing on shuffle, low volume. Well, whist floating in and out of consciousness I was suddenly almost jolted straight out of bed. You see, playing from my small ear buds was a high pitch shriek, which seemed to resemble my Mother in a state of rage being straggled with my old Chinese grandmother after she had downed a bottle of whisky. (It’s important that you understand that its not by “my old Chinese grandmother,” is not strangling it but with my “old Chinese grandmother,” there is a slight tonal difference. )

Anyways, in the state of mind that I was I almost threw my precious i-phone across the room. But moments before I was about to heave the small piece of technology I must have pressed the central on my phone and the screen lit up revealing that I was listening to “The Best of Disney” song number 33 “the circle of life” and the shriek which resembled my mother and grandmother was actually the beginning notes and chants of the song sung by Rafiki, the which doctor baboon.

I was then suddenly hit by something. A strange thought that came into my odd little mind. Yet it was so powerful, it could possibly compare to Rachel’s dirty red jeep. “Hakunah Matatah, what a wonderful phrase”

This is when I had a revelation. Next year, I’m applying to university and then everything is going to change. Soon enough I'd have to deal with things like income tax, and rent, and feeding myself.

That’s a scary thought.

And then I began to think about my life up until then. Working day in, day out, waiting for the weekend. Taking one day at a time and stressing out over the tests, homework. Getting into terrible fights with my parents for this illegal thing and thats...well, somewhat legal thing. Sometimes being caught up in everything, you get so down that you want to throw it all into a corner and forget that the whole world even exists.

 So I sat there. And I thought about that, and here is the conclusion I came too:

Life is stressful, life is a lot of work. A lot of the times life can be boring, sad, full of doubt and anger, and sometimes it takes all you've got just to keep yourself sane.
And in those times when it's hard for you to even smile and you are stuck in a shit-hole of misery, remember that somewhere out there, there's a fairy, going around and slapping you in the face and telling you to pull themselves up, because no one is going to throw you down a rope and pull you out. Find a foot hold in the cliff and start climbing, 'cause you might lose a few fingernails but don't worry, those grow back, and eventually you'll lift yourself over the precipice and find yourself in sunlight once again.
If you find yourself halfway there, and you feel your legs and arms giving out, don't stop. If you look down and think that what you want is to just fall back down because it's the easy route, remember this: Nothing is as bright as the sunlight once you've spent a long time in the dark.
Live life like you want to. Care about the things that mean a lot to you, because they are the things that don't disappear. If you care too much about the little things in life-if you let yourself get angry because the cute boy at Starbucks put whipped cream on your grande no fat americano, or if you spend all day moping around because the price of gas has gone up once again and now you can't afford to buy some extra munchies at the station- then you just make it easier for you to slip, and before you know it your tumbling over the cliff.
Just shrug off the little annoyances in life and don't let them bother you. Sure, you have a visible red stain on your brand new white dresss, but that meatball marinara was fucking unreal. Throw on a cute cardigan and get on with your life.
The things that really matter to you are what's important, and these things change with time. But if you care for them, chances are they won't just hop up and run off without first saying goodbye

So get out of that bed. Take a walk and spend some time to smell the flowers.

And remember, when your feeling down. Put a little Hakunah Matatah in your life. Hakunah Matatah, What a wonderful phrase ‘casue it means no worries, for the rest of your days.

Be my very own Constellation

Guess Ad Campaign-Fall 2010. With Elsa Hosk and Alyssa Miller.
Absolutely adore this campaign, for me it embodies the fall of the Ugg Boot reign and the Strung-out Heroin chic looks of Nicole Richie and Misha Barton. Guess took "fashionable" back to 60's glamor, chic, sexy, sultry.