Monday, December 3, 2007


Yesterday I opened my notebook and found this unfinished sentence, "the affair of a style vanguard and her obsession with....." I still have not been able to find the perfect words to complete that sentence. I know that I am obsessed with fantastically designed items that are no longer available in mass quantity. Recreating snippets of my wardrobe that are relevant to fashion at present is like offering a peak into my treasure chest. The idea is to change some things and preserve others. Some items are merely inspiration for the creation of something new, reconstruction or updated details. Others will be replicas of brillance permantley worthy of appulause. Peices for Fall/Winter 2008 have been collected dating back several years to when I began my treasure hunt. The eye has no bounderies when selecting for a permanant collection, trends are powerless and irrelevant. Knowing exactly when to wear items and the prescison of the execution is lord of it own science.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The Story

So I have been working, thinking, sketching...the reception is getting clearer but still fuzzy. Its like an old tv with an old antenna...much like the one that I have on in the background as I type this blog. I adjust it daily and each time it gets a bit clearer but I have yet to achieve the purr-fect picture. (I recently discovered a new love for cats so i try to incorporate little reminders in subtle ways.)
I think that I like "Underground Love Story" better than "The Underground Love Affair". Its seems to be the name that I have been happy with for the longest. It is a obsession with pre-worn treasures that I so faithfully collect and cherish. My complusive need to scour in constant quest of little peices of brillance that hide in plain sight. Its a glamourous story but not in a Paris Hilton "Hollywood" sort of way, rather a catchpenny metropolitan, style vanguard sort of way. Its difficult to describe but quite a lovely story. The love affair between my collection and the countries in which they were fabricated. Between each peice and its orginal owner, the memories, the perfume, the abondonment, and the revival. The specific and deliberate acquistion is breathtaking, the satisfaction...priceless. Sharing that feeling, are wordless stories illustrated through small collections of this artform...they are love stories from the underground.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Name Less???

Yesterday I scribbled on the first page of a brand new crispy notepad that I had bought a few weeks earlier from Target. It was purchased for this very intension...

Underground Lovers
An Underground Lover
A Underground Lover
Underground Lover
The Underground Lover
My Underground Lover
Underground Love Affair
The Underground Love Affair....I think that I like this one.

Underground Lovers was my original choice but apparently that name has already been snagged by an Australian rock band that I have never heard of. Then again I tend to live underneath a rock when it comes to certain things..this being one of them.
Underground Love Affair works though, I even think that I may know what it means...NO not completely at this point. I mean, I do know what the words mean, as does anyone with at least a 5th grade education...but how does it apply to me? to this project? what is this project exactly? These are all questions that I have no answer for yet I am enthralled to find a name for this vast empty space (that is full of questions, creativity, design, frustration, anxiety, and blank energy) which exists within me.