Thursday, July 29, 2010

Oui Oui Monsier

Quite possibly my favourite thing to come out of France, apart of course from Edith Piaf and pastry, would have to be the art of Toulouse Lautrec.

The way he captured people in an almost cartoon manner brought out their personalities in ways unexpected.
And of course, there are his advertisements.

I would love it if a full on illustration of mine was even half as prolific as one of his rough sketches.

Oh, and the Moulin Rouge!

I have a number of his posters around my house, the one below in my studio area and what sparked my urge to delve into Lautrec's work now.
Ahhhh Paris. If only I had known you before you grew up.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Run Away to the Circus

I want to run away and join the circus.

I could wear brilliant costumes, and learn to be an elephant's best friend.
There would be no shortage of interesting people- ones with pasts to hide and audiences to fool.

All I would know would be the fake glamour of the big top, trouping around the country, blowing in and out of towns like a warm summer breeze.

It would be my family, brought together by our inabilities to fit in anywhere else.

I want to run away and join the circus.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Monday, July 26, 2010

More Pulp


Saturday, July 24, 2010

Happy Feet

For me? Oh you shouldn't have.


Friday, July 23, 2010

Low Resolution

Let me climb from the ocean to the sky.

To a place where the fences are meant to be looked through.

Where you can see the tiny flicker of lights burning, throwing shadows and beams of light, indiscriminate about what they choose and choose to hide.

Where decay and age are a necessary part of creating the beauty and decor of the surroundings.

And where serenity is a lone duck in a faded blue pond.


Tuesday, July 20, 2010

I'm living in the 70s

At least right now I kinda wish I was.

Maybe then I wouldn't be trapped inside on beautiful days sewing my uni work.
Did I mention that it's uni holidays too?

(apologies for copyrights- these images were just saved on my computer)

Monday, July 19, 2010

Tanya Lovitz

If ever you feel like spending a few hundred/thousand dollars on me, I would not mind at all if it were on a glorious panting or print from Tanya Loviz.

Because part of me will always want to drape myself over a bannister dressed in a peacock dress.

Be thrown back in a romantic dance move.

Swim in giant cocktail glasses.

Be the sauce to your pie.

Have an occassion to wear this dress to.

And be the best goddamn domestic goddess ever.


Sunday, July 18, 2010

Tight Her

I've had this image on my bedroom wall for some time now.
The four walls of my own personal space are my living scrapbook. They contain images and drawings, sayings, scraps and cut-outs.
I have garments I've made, garments I wish I had made, trinkets to spark memories- all surrounding me and inspiring me at all times.

This image to me invokes feelings of femininity, restraint, sensuality, sexuality, perfection, conformity.
Mostly I love the shape it forms using the female figure.
(Did I mention I collect mannequins and bodice shapes? The curves of the human female are one of the most beautiful silhouettes I can think of. Both naturally as well as slightly manipulated to exaggerate them.)


Saturday, July 17, 2010

Stories from a postcard

There is a spot, on the coast of Italy along the part that eventually links into the French Riviera, where postcards exist in life size.

The colours are like nothing you've ever seen. The bluest blue of the water. The multicoloured terraces in clusters along the coast. There are 5 of these clusters in total, cinque. Cinque Terre.

The boats are perfect- lined up waiting to be taken to sea on an adventure. They fit into the colour scheme perfectly, complementing the houses and water in faded shades of weather-worn beauty.

You fall in love at this place. With the scenery, the people you meet, the pizza, the pesto, the sunsets, the cobblestones, the views, the beaches, the smell. You would be happy if you never had to leave.

But eventually you do. You pull yourself away from the living colour palette. From the picture perfect scenery. From the life you wish you lived.
And head onwards to another adventure.

Always you'll have a place in your heart for the place that locked your heart to its soul and threw the key into the ocean.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Pitch In

Something like my state of mind post the weekend that was.
Stripped back, warped, hazy, forgetful, ill.
But absolutely nothing like the actual weekend was.


Friday, July 9, 2010

give me a p, P, give me an o, O, give me an m, M, what does it spell? POM POMS!

Happy Birthday Louie!
After growing my very own pom poms,


I then put them all together and made you a necklace!
It's like all your clown fantasies have come together in the form of one, slightly oversize, statement piece to hang around your shoulders.


Thursday, July 8, 2010

I want to be a part of it

I want to dance in the glow of the neon lights in Times Square.

Walk the pavements until I need a park bench.

Sew sew sew many pretty things to buy.

People to watch as they go about their daily lives.

Drinks to be drunk, tales to be spun.

But this time I wouldn't get lonely.

I'd feel like a silver screen star.
And love every second of that New York minute.