God is Dead

“God is dead, I said baby that’s fine with me” sings Lana Del Rey, “No one is going to take my soul away.”

“Thou shalt have no other gods before me.” _Exodus 20:3, not in Lana Del Rey’s “Dark Paradise.” Ahh, the luxury of being in a drug haze, is now in lyrics, folks. Lana Del Rey, modern day song artist and writer, reveals something to us through “Gods and Monsters” about herself. Which far transcends her roll as an inspirational fashion figure or singer, but I believe a held belief in Deism. Who provoked her to express such a darker side of her personality? Which I do applaud her for because “I’m sure her experiences have shaped her to be of such” and many people can relate to her message and the questions that arise, “Is the Universe the creation of a Master Design, or a physical matter that sparked by accident, and anything goes?” Nonetheless, Friedrich Nietzsche would be very impressed by Lana’s message!

I’m still simply mesmerized by her fashion style, but her song gives us an insight into the realm of escapism. She is a woman of intense and platonic extremes, and I find it fascinating. However, a belief in Deism I didn’t see that coming…From the sound of “Gods and Monsters” it looks like on her deathbed she’ll be burning candles to the fallen angel_Lucifer.

David Hume, the deist and many people believe he was an atheist philosopher of the 18th century, went through a similar experience as Lana; he entered into that consciousness where philosophers spend a full lifetime contimplating-life, death, the afterlife, and then gravitating into a black hole of depression. He cried before his final farewell saying, “I am in flames!” His desperation was a horrible scene, according to the famous last words. Prior to the event, the afterlife didn’t exist for Hume, he said, it’s “a most unreasonable fancy.” I suppose, his rejection of a supernatural entity and desperation for “truth” entitles Lana to also reject all conventional religious beliefs and live heavenly on earth_even if it means shooting heroine her entire lifetime.

While fans are screaming, “Me and God Don’t Get Along” It is perpetuating a belief system of a God that does not intervene with the creation of his universe. Is mainstream media broadcasting such a message?

Lets take it down a notch, Lana, you’ve made your point, we’re in an epidemic of influencials under the influence of synthetic altered consciousness(I’m sure you’re thanking LSD for that) Yes, I get your message from “The Neptune World Premiere.” Save me a front seat at your show so I can get a closer look of our 21st century chosen lifestyle.

God is dead and now she,”sings.” It’s Isaac Newton, the father of modern physics whom I concern myself over for his science that’s killing God.

“Life Imitates Art.” Lana Del Rey

Moody June: A Splash of Turquoise and Sky Blue

June is fast approaching, and lets admit the end of April and May has been a heavy hearted energy for all of us. My compassion and prayers goes out to Oklahoma, and Boston. The 15th of April caused serious turmoil also for stock holders, the gold bubble bursted causing investors to lose tremendous amount of money. It’s been such a fiery and explosive couple of months.

A Splash of turquoise and sky blue might just stimulate us to shake off the tension of Serious April and unpredictable May. Lets channel the lively and exuberant energy of June to clear off our busy bee industrial schedules for a social gathering. You deserve it after all, Miss/Mr. social butterfly, a friendly debate over happy hours doesn’t sound too conservative, but briskly enough for a steamy conversation.

Easy on your ignition cruising the city side of town, fearlessly…Moody June…loves a bit of this and that, choose your short destinations with caution; indecisiveness has never been a sexy gesture. We want all Adventures to be mind blowing, as long as it holds a meaningful purpose. Sprinkle on the colors of Serenity and delight in this hot,social,and novelty June.

“Best Times Ahead!”

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I’m Haunted by Alexander McQueen!

Alexander McQueen Fall/Winter 2013/2014 suspended all thought processes from my analytical mind. The baroque frescoed halls of the Opera Comique was haunted with super models seeming as if they were white and dark apparitions floating before our eyes, as we watch from without. There were probably arched necks hissing at these “foreign entities” swallowing their space. I’ve never been fond of ghosts creeping around any setting, I’d storm right out the door sending a chill vibration through everyone, but this collection has me wishing I was a white apparition crushing my energy into the setting seen in Alexander McQueen’s white and menacing under tone gowns. Beyond words, it’s simply ethereal. The inspiration, is about troubled nuns, mysterious angels, Queen Elizabeth I– and the Virgin Queen. I’ll be that mysterious angel, Alexander McQueen, I have been a fervent lover of your collection if you know what I mean!

What was Sarah Burton_current designer for Alexander McQueen_ trying to achieve with this “modern” collection? Maybe, we are just opening up to the New Age Fashion! Where spirituality and materialism are an Integration of Oneself! Oooh we can only learn from folks who have come to pass, and still breath heavily their left legacies.Their souls might have departed, but they are free to be wherever, and whenever we call on them for inspiration and guidance.

The Rich, Beautiful, and Famous!

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I’ve been reflecting, not spending 7 days in meditation like the infamous philosopher Rene Descretez’s, II Meditations, concerning the nature of the human mind, but out of curiosity “Why woman aspire to become Fashion Models”? Is it the “words” that are associated with it? Bewitching Beauty, “Fashion put it all on me” and “Click,click, Flash” fellow fashionista Ciara bedazzles us with. Celebrities and parties are endlessly rejoicing in Great Gatsby’s Revolution, the kind of Glamourous Life that Fergie advices us to aspire to. However way it’s seen, hey I’m convinced I’d want to be apart of the rich,beautiful,and famous.

But what happened to the beauty that William Shakespeare seen in his mistress? He is after all a man of great eloquence and eye for beauty.
He said, ”
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go:
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

To him his mistress’ beauty is rare, raw, and the realism of her sensuality fueled their romance.

The feeling of a lover,honestly, glorifying in your unique qualities does leave a permanent mark of admiration that reciprocates between the two of you. However, those words aren’t meant for you to exploit and genuinely believe that you have an advantage over others.

Magazine covers mesmerizes us with faces considered Ideal, according to the Encyclopedia of Modern Beauty, when really modeling is about height, and proportions; so where does iconic beauty fit in to the equation? The glamourous Kim Kardashian hasn’t been featured in Vogue Magazine, is it because she is not beautiful? Obviously, the politics of the industry plays a major role in how these “beautiful faces” will be in demand.

Still…What really justifies beauty from a modeling agency’s prospective? No one can convince me that he has no physical flaws. I’m a self declared analyst and observer of mankind’s physical structures,and there is no specie known to nature that holds no imperfections, or created without an opposite. Even fruits have this insecurity; If your the sweetest peach in the world, there will be someone who hates sweet peaches.

Love yourself as you are because that is the ultimate beauty designed by the great architect himself-God.

The FIAT Music Video_Sexy People_ and its Featured Fashion

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“When I hear the ocean calling” sings Arianna in a hypnotic voice and streams us through an ad campaign featuring guest stars: Charlie Sheen,former 3LW singer Adrianna, Shaggy,and NFL stars Chad Johnson, and former Dez Bryan. We get “Welcomed to Miami” and see surprise guests: mermaids who lose their tops, and dancing seahorses.

Sexy People glamorizes us with Arianna’s Yacht; I suppose only sexy people are seen in those nowadays congregating with Italian FIAT 500 across the Atlantic sea surface. The sexy models strutted down in a white sexy and chic beach suite, which makes the models look like editorial couture beach suite model. The excitement in the video sells the FIAT,and the women’s beach suites. we are yet to see white become a popular chosen color for beach suites by this summer in North America and the US. This leads me to contemplate the rise of trends as being perpetuated by business corporations aiming to whether the retail storms. We get it Pitbull, no one ever said it’s bad to “have fun” while the immigrants and you hawk Italian cars, and rise to fame. It is about publicity after all!

Talk about mixing “Business with Pleasure!” Adrianna ft. Pitbull have their hands full here. Advertising tactics with a spice of creative song lyrics makes this an interesting perspective! Will we see PitBull and his imitated look of James Bond featuring him in GQ Magazine or Vanity Fair?

Fashion is akin to a Religious Experience

“The appreciation of beauty in art or nature is not only (for all its difficulties) the easiest available spiritual exercise; it is also a completely adequate entry into (and not just an analogy of) the good life, since it is the checking of selfishness in the interest of seeing the real.” John Debson

Guo Pei,fashion designer, eclipses fashion to a religious experience. The silhouettes are a celebration and expression of a Dionysian impulse-body’s expression of emotions, intuition, and ecstasy.

Pei’s steam punk theme is a modern interpretation of ideas based on history yet with evolutionary emphasis on culture. The essence of culture is magical, a shinning path to the divine. She is the mystical alchemist that links the microcosm with the macrocosm (the Universe) through genius work. The harmonic proportions directly communicated to our psyche can hold a power of transformation, as we see each design intrinsically enmeshed with (her) life/culture and art. There’s a ruthless self-revelation seen in her work that mirrors her nature. Effortlessly, we get carried to a private realm, and shown in full spectrum that the designs convey a deep personal message.

Seated at the edge of my seat,unfortunately behind my laptop not the event, I see each silhouette enlightening my senses in Mega Doses. Some dresses are covered fully in golden panels. The show not only represents an inspirational blend derived from Arabian tales, but from classical Chinese fairy tales and the West. The blue and white designs are reminiscent of Ming vases mingling with rich imagery of birds, Persian motifs, Rocco and baroque styles. Her couture collections are a blend of classic fantasy and grandiose cultural and historical themes. According to the New York Times, “She had trained a crew of 300 employers to specialize specifically in making her dresses” The dresses would take over 50,000 hours to embroider. And other dresses, contain 200,000 Swarovski crystals. Lady Gaga, singer and actress Zuying have been her clientele.

There’s an unmistakable beauty and sense of individuality; a common root that shows a balance of harmony within all the constructed elements playing in unison. Talk about an interplay between the Apollonian and Dionysian impulse!

Fashion Is My Therapy

“You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” Mark Twain

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“Today, at the office meeting, they saw how wrinkled my pants looked. The threads strung upright from the seams on the bottom of my pants. I asked my wife to press on each pleat on the bottom, and to remove the lint. She shouldn’t have washed my work pants with her wool jacket, but she was running late for work. The thought of lint hanging loosely on my pants oozed saliva from my teeth, filling my mouth. My embarrassment was inevitable, life suddenly began pulsating through my veins,and all access was denied to my imagination who was in search of a reason to go on conducting the meeting.

I bolted from the meeting room to the bathroom feeling unnerved by the mirror on the wall swallowing my image. My hand curled into a fist crushing itself through the cracked surface. Like a flash of thunder strike the glass shattered, and each of my breath felt heavy hearted. I pounded harder to squash the sensations I felt inside my chest. Pain only surfaced once more in the face I masked, and fear crept into my consciousness. I am of very dark complexion with a hint of red which I saw as a burnt brick tone etched with wrinkles. It lacked a purposeful expression,but remains buried in deep sleep in my mind. The unnecessary skin that has found itself a home around my neck was covered with an Italian high collar, and a two button band for closure. No one saw the staggered skin that have folded with time. I’ve camouflaged myself with elegance and sophistication to hide my depression, and body imperfections.

My nephew says he wants to be like me. To be seen as expensive, and sophisticated, and feared for his ability to project power and dominion. “You think clothes does that to a person, I asked jokingly. “Yes!” he says proudly. I couldn’t deny his response, I am a hypocrite, all those years I have been possessed by fashion, without it, I am always in search of my true identity. When I’m not up to date with trends I find myself in search of a deeper meaning for my life, my purpose driven life which still remains a mystery to me. Yet, with an overpowering obsession to remain trendy,sophisticated, and well mannered I suffer from not knowing why I must always look like a gift well wrapped up for the public. Fashion has been that cathartic release from the naked emptiness I feel from my insecurities, to shine as a prominent person in the eyes of others. As a buyer for highend retailers, fashion is akin to a religious experience when I’m in fashion shows. My entrance into mystical ecstasy because my imperfections are not visible. It remains nonexistent as long as I’m clothed in the finest of fabrics.

Minutes passed before I regained myself. I called for the custodian to clean up the shattered mirror on the floor. When I pulled the bathroom door to leave, I overheard a couple of females that were at the board meeting in the hall saying, “wow,did you see what he wore?” I saw her pause for a second to catch her breath. Her friend knotted her head and said, “he is always fashionable, and is well mannered. I bet he has great confidence,and wealth.”

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J’adore Street Style

“Style is a way to say Who You Are without having to speak.” Rachel Zoe

Samantha Spiegel, hair and makeup stylist, was captured at the Broadway Tunnel in San Francisco and the Bohemian club. She is irresistibly discreet and seductive without uttering a single peep in a “Little Black Dress” an off the shoulder decolletages.

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“I wear this therefore I am.” Yasmine Benjamin, student at the University of Maine,was captured at The Mill in Saco. Her dignified stance is a marked flamboyance and manner.

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Egypt, Yasmine’s niece, is quite charismatic in following her aunt’s lead!

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The End of Fur!

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Annabelle brewed a cup of hot tea for her mother who laid in bed in her full length fur coat and nude Christian Laboutin paralyzed with heartache. Her Mother was suppressing her alleged pain with Russian vodka. She always does this when she is falling into an emotional abyss. “Oh, this tea is perfect for a cold day like this,” said Annabelle. She reached into the medicine cabinet for a handful of sleeping meds and then grabbed the blender to liquefy it all. She added a low dose of LSD (Lysergic Acid Diethylamide) from Simon’s (her mother’s husband) cabinet which he uses to treat his chronic mental condition. She yearned for more of Simon’s gentle touch and the sexual arousal it brought and her heart grew fonder of his absence. “He must appreciate a woman who is maidenly to wipe away his misery,” she thought. She poured the mixture into the opaque cup of tea stirring vigorously as she added powdered cinnamon to contain the bitterness. As she smelled the aroma of the cinnamon extract, she recalled what Madame(house maid) had explained to her about love. Madame used to say that a woman can never be friends with a man for a long period of time without him wanting love and sex. She cared too much for Simon’s affection; it’s what was keeping her alive. “Why should mother rob me of that?” she pleaded to no one, “this is my time!”
Annabelle masked her face and showed only pitiable concern as she walked to her mother’s room. Her mother laid intoxicated and was disappointed in Annabelle’s long response time to her call. “I was making you tea, mom. You need to sober up or you’ll have a hangover if you don’t stop” she said gracefully. She wanted to titter maliciously but feared an uproarious belly laugh would spill out of her mouth. Her mother was enthralled by her warm gesture. She slowly tipped the edge of the cup towards her lips. Annabelle’s domineering stance towered over her mother as she watched her drink. “It’s a little sweet, did you add more than two tea–?” Time slowed down, space expanded. A volcanic reaction was erupting internally in her immune system. She felt her spirit enfolding her into the other side of Earth’s black hole. Was it the effects of LSD, a dangerous hallucinogen, or had death crept in? Her sub-conscious mind was attempting to interpret what was happening. Annabelle continued watching as if a boiling pot of milk was about to erupt. Mother’s unconsciousness carried her away.

“Simon! Simon!” She screamed excitedly as she rushed to his room. “What did she want you for?” asked Simon.
“Nothing at all. Just go deal with your heartless,superficial wife, who’s so wrapped up in her own need for luxury at the expense of others!”

He rushed to her bedroom. Annabelle lingered along. She stood by her mother’s bedroom door as if stalking her prey insidiously. Simon impatiently pushed open the ajar door. His batting eyelids squinted to see through the darkened room. As the moon shone its borrowed light through the windows, he sensed his breathing becoming erratic. Like a laser beam his eyes fell on her laid body covered with her dark fur coat as if seeing a dark apparition.
“What’s going on with her?” demanded Simon.
Annabelle schemed for an answer.
Simon rocked her shoulder, “Sweetheart, wake up.” He shouted. The silence of the room only echoed his voice. Annabelle, what did you do?” He suspected. His sigh wailed in the room like a howl. Both of his hands flew up in the air begging God for an intercession. He looked around for a sign, and looked at the clock for any numerological significance, but 10:17pm meant nothing.

Simon, the helpless romantic,collapsed on the floor from a heart attack; fighting to grasp longer to his silver cord inhibited between life and death. Annabelle stood over him, thinking of her mother’s tea melting the ice-cold feeling in her stomach she suddenly felt.

Heather Scholl Fall 2013_AN IRRESISTIBLE READY_TO_WEAR

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Heather Scholl has impeccably revealed the hidden expression of queer culture. The avant-garde designs inspire an instant fascination with duality.  She has crystallized an expression for each silhouette, intuitively.  The blue tight fitted maxi dress isn’t just a constructed dress; it’s rather a social history of culture, a reflection of aspects of queer representation. The collection sends a sedative wave of dignified energy as an inseparable part of the woven tapestry experiencing the duality of glamour and pain. Each garment is independent of the modern world it’s in, refined, emotional but transcendent. The eccentric silhouettes strutting down the runway has a pure reference and resonance to the one embracing him/herself wholeheartedly. The future oriented styles are striking, and attracts the attentions of admirers who are intrigued by one’s acceptance for feeling as One with All his human selves. 

Anyone with a deep attachment to the community will find it soothing and penetrating to arouse his/her sensibility to the unstructured designs, that is surrounded by notes of handmade beadwork, embellishment, and the unmistakable feeling of luxurious cotton and wool draping against the skin. Scholl said she designs for, “someone who squeals at the excitement and the creativity involved.  Who is excited to push you to create more just so they can have a closet full of completely unique and original garments.  And a pretty fabulous fuck off attitude that makes you want to fall in love with her.” It would be impossible not to become swept away by the ultra edgy looks which graces us all with very subtle touches, yet satisfies the complexity of ones’ demands.

The collection captivates the essence of the community that embraces dualism and integrates it as part of a unifying whole; together, the harmony is celebrated loudly and screams of panache.  The geometric cut biases effortlessly fuses in this ready to wear collection, leaving a strong statement of high voltage glamour, dignity, and renewed vitality.