i am only here if i am feeling blue . . .
looking at purple.fr
http://www.purple.fr/fashion.php?i=1
yay for juergen teller
bjork spaghetti nero-juergen teller
oh and this how i loved this one too!
love the purple.fr slideshows . . .
keeping everything black and functional and victorian . . .
excited about virtually nothing, not even fashion . . .
except i can't imagine life without my black trenches . . .
ponder anna wintour's fur . . . electrocution aura . . .
and here in oregon function triumphs over form, except that many women have something very dollish .. . going
and i love the boys in their anarchist black . . . a classic northwest punk minimalism that contains thin little black canvas shoes, and really basically nothing.
a t-shirt. black jeans.
oh and the oxford shoes.
the flatness and thin-ness of little black shoes, booties.
and thin-ness. all the cycling and hiking and well, veganism keeps the look so gaunt.
hanging on to the turkish pants too . . .
sad about the factory riots at H&M's plant in indonesia and the police violence . . .
hope to lose more and more and dematerialize into thin air . . .
and wearing silver jewelry agin as a codex against anorexia and depression. something about the beauty of it reinstalls some kind of meaning or grace.
silver conducts light and energy, inspires . . .
and i must admit it is depressing that a material shine could give a spiritual renewal. but i think of it as a feng shui of energy.
that as my life force wanes, metal's conductivity conducts energy and becomes like armor. strengthening my hungry blood.
and since very early october, i have a vision of a metal corset as a coil . . . of silver . . . something like frida khalo's backbrace
as if that could protect my heart from the things it feels and does not feel . . .
and hold me up aright until a moment when i might sit up without support in a coil of sound.
