The need to be right
is the sign of a
vulgar mind.

- Albert Camus

i know you (k)now

bridging that gap
is more than just
ideal flirts with (real-
-ity just walked
out the door).

liberating

the artist is unkown,

Bewildered by my own ignorance, I decided to learn to read the world map.

developing;

Have you ever been unsure if something is beautiful or ugly? 

First time I attempted drawing the face from this side. And because I don't polish my work on the computer, any little smear becomes part of her footprint. 

Developing a style. Currently, I am enthused. 

You can e-mail me, arijanakajdic@gmail.com if you want a piece.

Anna Piaggi

 "a talisman for all those around the world who believe that fashion is a way of life and that freedom of expression should manifest itself in what we wear."

--Stephen Jones, on the HuffingtonPost.com 

i hope i wear my blush as you have, all of our lives, 

im scared of backgrounds,

for another Kelsie, also with love.

MR

(hold my hand, the one that cuts my mouths words in air nervously and naively) in case they cant convey my heart in justice, a dancing hand will convince all of my intent. I remain in debt. to YOU.

Hell yes, a traveling shirt

 

This was the graduating show for Kim Tran, Fashion Design and Orly Ruaimi, Jewelry Design

at the Academy of Art BFA 2012.  My Blouse and Trouser's were used along with other classmates pieces from a previous class. 

 and then this beautiful thing happened, sent to me by earnest!
My blouse and jersey used with my favorite kind of fervor!

model: page (look model agency)
styling: wenling zhang
make up: rebecca ashley
hair: amber jahn
© martine pinnel (http://martinepinnel.com/)

A girl and her Bird

 

for kelsey, with love. 

"she is a wolf looking through my window,"

I feel wild.

a perfumed neck

collected by 

your neighbor, my love.

Quiet disappointments. No,

know this nose hasn't got that--

time to reverse and adorn

a body (attempts to awaken

your sigh/t). 

I know the overreach,

of when you think of me--

small rivers

down my legs, One 

day, you'll watch me

go mad.

organic silk jersey with muslin

geometry, if i can't draw you, i will make you into an illusion:

half triangle/ half circle pattern making is responsible for the drape on this shirt/dress.

the vest is just good old draping on the mannequin.

i want a do-over, please

there is so much i would change about the strange-ness of these things. Trousers (jump suit?), however, have a great hang, thank the sewing gods.

the irony of "i forgive, but don't forget"

"I think it's possible

if someone does something,

really terrible to you--like,

really horrible,

something that hurts you

so bad,

it's so painful--

maybe then,

it's better to forget 

and live without all that pain.

Instead of forgiving,
and remembering."

a lesson in falling,

it's like flossing without
the need to choke
each tooth: a miserable
strangulation of health and fervor.

i keep polishing
the need to preserve
what little bite
i have.

self portrayal

You know when e.e. Cummings wrote

"nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands"

?

i think he wrote of me.

 

but then again, i think im the center of every word.

Converging & Diverging

 

Beautiful Organza that allowed me to dip dye her, marble over her, and run her through my printer.  

a little blouse from Rob Curry's class,

 

 

This was styled by a High Schooler, alongside Nancy Garcia's Trousers.

I gave my pattern of this blouse to Jasmine Gonzalez who made it in the same fabric, but without the double layering in the Center Front/ Center Back, We cursed the entire time.

Both of our shirts made it into the graduating BFA show at the Academy, used by Kim Tran. I'll follow up with pictures, perhaps tomorrow.

colin,

look for the two peas in a pod

"Prime numbers are divisible only by I and by themselves. They hold their place in the infinite series of natural numbers, squashes, like all the numbers, between two others, but one step further than the rest.  They are suspicious, solitary numbers, which is why Mattia thought they were wonderful.  Sometimes he thought that they had ended up in that sequence by mistake, that they had been trapped, like pearls strung on a necklace.  Other times he suspected that they too would have preferred to be like all the others, just ordinary numbers, but for some reason they couldn't do it.  This second thought struck him mostly at night, in the chaotic interweaving of images that comes before sleep when the mind is too weak to tell itself lies.

In his first year at university, Mattia had learned that, among prime numbers, there are some that are even more special.  Mathematicians call them twin primes: pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that prevents them from truly touching.  Numbers like II and I3, like I7 and I9, 4I and 43.  If you have the patience to go on counting, you discover that there pairs gradually become rarer.  You encounter increasingly isolated primes, lost in that silent, measured space made only of ciphers, and you develop a distressing presentiment that the pairs encountered up until that point were accidental, that solitude is true destiny.  Then, just when you're about to surrender, when you no longer have the desire to go on counting, you come across another pair of twins, clutching each other tightly.  There is a common conviction among mathematicians that however far you go, there will always be another two, even if no one can say where exactly, until they are discovered."

 -Chapter 2I, page III from Paolo Giordano's "the Solitude of Prime Numbers"

seethe ing

maturing < drama

it's not about the mileage as it is about ripening.