Thursday, December 2, 2010

Love Affair With A Statue

These are from a shoot at Maclennan County College Art Center with Tom Rinard. He edited the shot above, and I edited (or didn't) the shots below. I couldn't believe how beautifully the colors and light came across in the photos!

Today is a beautiful, brand new day,
what should I do with this brand new day?
I could do dishes,
make wishes on fishes,
or I could go conquer this bright blue day!

Today is a day for grand celebration,
Have you heard the story that's storming the nation?
A princess, a pauper, a witch and a kiss,
and to think that true love maybe came into this??

A princess in a garden wandered,
wandered through the wild blue yonder,
and as she wondered where she'd wandered
came across a Statue.

The Statue then the Princess pondered,
and as she pondered she grew fonder
of the Statue t'which she'd wandered,
fonder of the Statue.

The Princess thought that she had fallen
for that one and only calling--
was love in the air? Or was it pollen?
Answer, answer! No more stalling!

Well, let's just see how it goes,
thought Princess as she moved in close--
never, ever off her toes,
Princess never, ever knows.

Does it love me? Princess thought,
If it doesn't then it ought,
the pretty, pretty Princess thought,
A love like me it likely sought

before the witch her magick cast;
Witch must have thought the magick'd last,
but this has happened all so fast--
"Will love or kiss work?" Princess asked.

Princess gazed in Statue's eyes--
the magick could not make them lie--
not bronze nor magick could disguise
the beauty in that Statue's eyes.

The Princess knew not what to do,
but made her very closest guess,
the guess she thought the very best,
the best she thought she ought to do:

The princess smoothed her love's lapel,
and then she kissed the statue well--
The statue's eyes then on her fell,
for now was broke the witch's spell!

The witch, well she could not foretell
that one might take to break her spell,
so she and daemons took to hell,
to ever in the fire dwell.

The statue spoke, then: "Mademoiselle,
your undertaking I think was swell,
and I must thank you doubly well,
but I must bid you fond farewell."

"What?" asked Princess, "now you tell
me there can be no wedding bells?
I thought I'd found my Raphael,
the love of all my life, mon belle?"

"No, my dear," said Statue then,
"I fear we'll never meet again.
My love's a French Comedienne,
I said I'd meet her on the Seine."

So quick away the Statue crept,
then Princess sat she down and wept,
and wept, and wept, until she slept.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Folks in a Town That Was Quite Remote Heard...

...that even remote towns are BURSTING with creative spirit (lay-ee odl-lay-ee odl-lay-hee hoo)!
Consequentially, the conclusion that those of clever caliber could have come to, and which is, indeed, true, is that I have been on a creative expedition, and I have brought back boxes brimming with bright, beautiful treasure--not gold and jewels, no, nor long-lost legendary mummified royalty, nor maps and charts of Atlantean creation, nor the furs and powdered horn of the great and glorious unicorn, but the greatest evidence of all:


Yes, loves, I have been to my first studio shoot.
     Now, I never idolized models--I can't say I know much about supposedly famous models, and I never spent hours drooling over glamorous flats in Beverly Hills with closets big enough to play baseball in, because... well, who knows why? I just didn't.
     However, I have always loved seeing the beautiful pictures people create and wanted to know more about what goes into creating them and have always wanted to be a part of that process, although I never thought much about where I would come into the equation. This past weekend, I got to model for an all-day shoot with Rick Rhodes; we shot in his garage studio in Fort Worth, and we also went around town and did some location shots. This was only my second photoshoot, and my first time modeling in a studio. I also acted as my own hair, makeup, and wardrobe stylist, and did all the editing on the pictures I'll post here (Rick did some editing of his own, but I haven't posted those here yet).
   I'll tease you today with a few from the first set...
I showed up already in this outfit for the most part, although I was wearing my piano shoes and neon green coat. When I got there, Rick showed me where we were going on location and I did my makeup to go with it, threw on some jewelry, and changed my shoes and we shot in the studio for a while before heading out to the graffiti wall:
1. I applied pink greasepaint in the shape I wanted over my eye, using an angled liner brush.
2. Using a rounded brush, I patted on some Barry M Dazzledust in Light Orange in patches on the pink.
3. After washing the angled liner brush, I used it again to outline the pink and orange shape with MakeupForever black gel liner.
4. I then brushed on Barry M Dazzledust in Parrot Green wet under the shape and blended it downward, and did the same with Barry M Dazzledust in Lilac over the eye, on the brow, and all around the other eye.
5. I rubbed Barry M Black Glitter Eye Crayon over my lilac eye, applied lots of Clinique Lash-Doubling Mascara in Black, and swiped on some Airborne Unicorn opaque lipstick by Lime Crime.

Fishnets: HUE
Shoes: Demonia (a division of Pleaser)
Dress: Ross
Necklace: Gift from a friend
Earrings: Chinatown, Los Angeles
Green Bangle and Both Silver Bangles: Gifts from Friends
Pink Bangle: Claire's
Blue Bangle: Target
Flower Ring: MAYA on Melrose St.

     Well, my original plan was to post all the best pictures of all three outfits today, but you're going to have to wait for Part III to find out from whence cometh the title of the post (unless you're my friend on facebook, hehehe...)!
Till then,
All the Best of Love and Luck from Lovely Wednesday!

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Feeling Nina Hagen

So, Nina Hagen is pretty much a goddess, right? (yes)
And I'm a HUGE sucker for Lime Crime, right? (yes)
And Lime Crime is having this contest to recreate Doe's Kiss-Me-Deadly, look, right? (yes again)
And I had to enter, right? (I bet you can guess on this one)
So... here's my entry:

"So what does Nina Hagen have to do with it?" you ask coyly, certain that you've caught me this time.
"THIS is what Nina Hagen has to do with it," I will say, pointing proudly at the image below. If you must know, I actually filmed myself lipsyncing to "New York, New York" with this look on for the hell of it, but you will only ever see that if you manage to creep into my dorm room whilst I lie sleeping, blissfully unaware of your serpentine sneakiness hacking its way onto my computer.


     Lovely Wednesday

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

I've Never Seen A Purple Cow...

I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.

     I have to disagree with Mr. Gelett Burgess on this one. Would it not be wonderful to see a purple cow?
And when it comes to being a purple cow... well, steep some tea, chop some chocolate, and grab a fuzzy blanket, because I'm going tell you a story.

     Once upon a time in a far away kingdom, there was a girl named Lovely Wednesday. On Lovely's first day of middle school, she met a boy named Taylor who played the saxophone. Everyone at Lovely's school was surprised to hear they did not know each other, much less that they were not cousins or brother and sister, because everyone at Lovely's school observed that Taylor and Lovely looked very much alike (in truth, their connection went no farther than that both would one day study under the magical musical prowess of Queen Maryjean of the Holy Sisters of the Gaga Dada, but that happens to be mostly irrelevant for now). One wednesday (and a lovely wednesday at that), the boy Taylor said to the girl Lovely, "You look like a cow."
     It may be my professional duty as a narrator to mention that this was not said with any malintention, and that the boy Taylor was probably completely unawares of how that may have sounded to the girl Lovely and the onlooking Princesses Bam Whammity and Naked-As-A-Jaybird, and there was probably some context in which this all made sense that I have long since forgotten, but the fact remains that the boy Taylor did say to the girl Lovely, "You look like a cow," and all that Lovely thought was, "How funny that everyone says we look so much alike!"

     On a side note, the reason that that story is relevant to this post is because I have always thought that if I were to look like a cow (or if I do), I would very much like to look like a purple cow, which, as I am just now realizing, may have something to do with my desire to dye my hair purple this coming summer (Knight Bus Purple? Lilac? Can't decide, but we shall see, shan't we?).
     In any case, I feel that I have now fulfilled my duty as keeper of the story of Her Royal Highness the Indian Princess Girl-Who-Looks-Like-Cow, and will now swim fish-like through the murky waters of possibly-related topics such as the collected poetry of Gelett Burgess and grape-flavored milk (ick!) to what I really wanted to talk about, which is purple cars, or, more specifically, the purple car that I saw out in front of the post office today:

Immediately after I snapped the above photograph, the owner returned to the car and insisted that the other side of the car was prettier, and that I should capture it as well. I can't honestly say that I see much difference between the two sides, but as a girl who unfortunately did not recieve the car gene, I can't much tell the difference from one car to another but by color, which is obviously how I picked this one out
(the exception is Herbies--I have a VERY keen eye for Volkswagen Beetles, old and new, and will,
to put it lightly, "whoop yo' ass" at the Herbie game. I don't do the whole
"punch the person next to you" thing, but I am fiercely competitive about my Herbie points).

Lovely Wednesday

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Never the Same

     Too often, the deaths of even the most beautiful people are too soon forgotten: the deaths of people who did and were prepared to do marvelous things. It is never enough that their deaths, and, indeed, their lives, leave some lesson learned for their friends, foes, admirers, and acquaintances. It will never be enough that others learned from how they lived and how they died--nothing will ever be enough the the friends, the family, and the world that must go on. William Shakespeare said many things very similar to the following, including this: "So long as men can breathe and eyes can see, / So long lives this, and this gives life to thee[,]" and all are true. He also wrote this sonnet:

          Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
          Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
          But you shall shine more bright in these contents
          Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time.
          When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
          And broils root out the work of masonry,
          Nor Mars his sword nowr war's quick fire shall burn
          The living record of your memory.
          'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
          Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
          Even in the eyes of all posterity
          That wear this world out to the ending doom.
               So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
               You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

     I do not claim to have been Aydin's lover as Shakespeare writes, or indeed, even his friend. He barely knew me--I would have been flattered if he knew my name. However, he touched my life--first when he gave his speech before Commissioner elections in Spring of 2009, and many times after that until I last saw him, dancing in the audience of my drama company's fall play on Friday, December 11, two days before he left us.
     This song... yes, I wrote it about Aydin, but it is not just about him. I ask that you remember all those who have touched you and gone, even those who may have gone without touching you individually, but those whose lives are not otherwise remembered, because the truth is that without them, we will never be the same.

Why did you go on home?
You didn't have to go,
but you left me alone,
and I can't accept you're gone.

How could you leave us here,
how could you disappear?
Oh boy we miss you dear,
and we can't believe you're gone.

You were just dancing there
feathers in your hair
I can still see you there
and I can't accept you're gone.

i didn't know you well, was never close
but I loved you just as well, even though
we rarely talked, you barely knew my name
I loved you just the same, almost the same

I didn't know you well, or your favorite color,
but I loved you just like I love any other;
we rarely talked, you barely knew my name,
but I'll never be the same, never the same.

I'll never be the same, never the same.

I saw you Friday night,
thought you looked alright,
knew you'd be alright,
now I cry because you're gone

I saw you Friday night,
I never thought that I
would ever, ever cry,
would turn to tears because you're gone

I liked the way that you danced,
you were your own kinda man,
we were your own biggest fans
a Bad Romance now that you're gone.

I didn't know you well or where you lived,
but I knew almost too well what you had to give;
we rarely talked, you barely knew my name,
but you left me just the same, almost the same

I didn't know you well or your favorite color
but I loved you just like I love any other
we rarely talked, you barely knew my name,
but I'll never be the same, never the same.

I'll never be the same, never the same.

Got to shut down my head,
so I can go to bed;
I know you'd laugh at that,
at that I don't believe you're dead.

You ran with a crazy crowd,
You sang your Gaga loud,
You left me without doubt
that we'll never be the same.

(For Aydin Salek, 12-14-1991 to 12-13-2009)

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

New Layout Up!

Hello All,

I just finished updating my myspace and twitter with a new layout, not to mention creating this blog! How do you like the new graphic? Let's just say it was really fun to create whilst I should have been freaking out over my Latin test (now, don't go all goody-two-shoes on me!)--the good news? I got a 94 on the Latin test anyway! Woo!
Anywho, hope you like the new layout and graphics, and I'm committing the non-PC act of raising a toast to my own new artist blog! *clink!*
So, "muah!," and here's to luck, love, and caffeinated tea!

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Safari Faerie

It's Sunday, August 22nd, 2010, in Waco, Texas. The challenge? Look good; Look different; Don't die from heat stroke. It's just the three in combination with the dress code that are difficult, because the not dying of heat stroke part could be easily accomplished nude while still looking good and different from pretty much everyone (with the possible exception of Lady Gaga on holiday). Since I dressed in pretty bright colors yesterday, I didn't want to go too bright today. I chose some more earthy shades, but still richly saturated colors. The silhouette of the oufit as well as the leopard in the scarf and the tribal print on the shirt reminded me of a safari.
Skirt: Josephine Chaus
Shirt: Norton McNaughton
Scarf: Los Angeles Chinatown vendor
Belt: Guess? U.S.A.
Shoes: Kenneth Cole Reaction
Bracelet: Ella Bella
Necklaces: Acquired as Gifts
 I like my makeup bright. As Barry M is so fond of saying, "wake up your makeup." If I'm going to wear makeup, I'm not going to try to make myself look like I'm not.
Face: Covergirl Liquid Foundation,
Clinique Cover-up
Eyes: Barry M Dazzle Dust in Gold
Barry M Dazzle Dust in Lime Green
Barry M Dazzle Dust in Parrot Green
Clinique Lash Doubling Mascara in Black
Lips: (not shown in the photos, but I put it on later and it was perfect!)
Clinique Lipgloss in Fireberry
Hair: Starfish Barette made by me

Best of Love and Luck!

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Parrot Pie

Hi, I'm Lovely. This is what I wore today.
Why, thank you!
Yes, it's lovely to meet you, too!
You look just smashing in that dress, wherever did you get it?
No! You're not serious?
Well, I shall have to ride right over there presently.
Oh! No, thank you--I have my magic carpet.
Yes, well... you can come back for tea later, if you would like?
Oh, I have lots of kinds. I'm a tea person, see.

We could garden some, too, if that sounds fun to you?
Oh, I got it during a brief stay in London during the war. Thank you, though.
Coffee? Oh, no. No thank you.
Skirt: Homemade
Shirt: Target
Belt: Marshalls
Shoes: Target
Bag: Octopus London
Gloves: Recieved as a Gift
Ring: Monsoon Accessorize
Necklace: The National Gallery

What's that? Oh, my eyes?! Oh, yes, I did that this morning.
Oh, no, nothing bad, I was just grilling a pie.
Yes, of course I grilled the pie.
Oh, well, what happened was it was a parrot pie, and I bent over to smell it to see if it was done, and the parrot exploded all over my eyes.
No, it didn't hurt. Not really.
Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty parrots grilled in a pie.
When the pie was opened the birds began to fly,
Oh wasn't that a dainty dish to dye a maiden's eye?
Lips: Barry M kohl pencil in Neon Orange
Revlon Colorstay Clear Gloss
Eyes: Barry M Dazzle Dust in Yellow (inner)
Barry M Dazzle Dust in Orange (middle)
Barry M Dazzle Dust in Neon Pink (outer)
Coastal Scents Gel Liner in Turquoise (top)
Barry M Liquid Liner in Dark Blue (bottom)
Clinique Lash Doubling Mascara in Black (both)
Funworld Sparkle Gel (under eye)

Best of Luck and Love!