Star Crafty

So yeah, me and my roommate would love to open up a shop/gallery of crafty, design sorts. And somehow (don't ask me how) I would be just as happy and excited to stay here in Savannah in order to achieve this dream we both have. And instead of doing commercial fashion photography, I'd focus on Fine Art (which, really, is what my stuff looks more like- I don't think I've ever truly possesed that comemrcial drive).

So yes, once again, my future is hazy, but for some time now I've secretly dreamt it Southern way.

Or... the Paula Deen way.

Paula Deen is my homegirl. We chill out at Frozen Paradise every night(wearing Jacie's slutty mummy designer dresses, of course).

*Amy sings Whitesnake's Here I go again's chorus lines*

I am Lady & Sons new kickass, slammin' hostess.

Start tomorrow at 3. Must take the bus to the Mall to buy damn black pants.

Wish me luck.

This is a telegram.

Sentences must be short.

I'm leaving for Pizza Friday.

Friends are cool.

Monkeys defecate on you.

Goodbye.

I've always wondered... IS there an actual Lady with her sons?

And if so, are they hot and can I get their phone numbers?

Thank you.

Picture is from last year's graduation park party where, for a dollar, you could buy a water bottle and lots of nose boogers from me, because I was sick as hell, and you can even see my lovely red nose. (Taken by... Kuriah? I can't spell his name!)

Jess (Halli's friend) did a fantabulous job with the makeup, too bad you can't see it well from these pictures. But once I have the real prints, y'all can see her marvelous job.

It feels so good. All the pieces fell into place today to produce this shoot. I am so in love with photography right now. I think I'm going to postpone FIT for a while (was planning on entering their textile/surface design program on Fall). Now that the flame is back, I really should pursue photography full time. Man, I wish I had a Delorean.

Clickie for more pics!

Anyways these are from our Fashion Photo class group shoot today at some random spot in Highway 80. I had lotsa fun (as you can see) and for some reason I am incredibly happy today! Maybe it has something to do with my triumphant return to SCAD RADIO, WOOO! And no, the flaming yellow coat is not mine, unfortunately. It belongs to a fashion student and that is her creation (along with the gorgeous yellow dress the model is wearing in the picture below).

Don't I look even hotter fidgeting my awesome Mamiya RZ 6x7? (And by my I mean the school's Mamiya. And by fidgeting I pretty much mean WHY THE HELL ISN'T IT WORKING AND CAN I PRESS THIS PRETTY BUTTON HERE EVEN THOUGH IT BLATANTLY SAYS DO NOT TOUCH??)

Move on Margaret Bourke-White, Cindy Sherman and Annie Liebowitz. There's a new bitch in town and she can rock the world with that Mamiya!

Sheer photographic hotness, people. Sheer hotness.

Mmmm necesito empanadillas Kikuet ahora mismo! AAARGGHHHHHH!

Old school shit.

Shot dark, blue and moody at Bergen's elevator. The most desolate and desperate thoughts invade my head when I ride this elevator. Something about seeing the rest of the world thru the glass. This transparent sheet separates me from my future, from the success I may achieve, but am dreading to face.

Ding. Wake up, your treacherous feet guide you to what is yours. Curse them. And curse the reflections of your disheveled hair, pimpled skin, sunken eyes and absent smile as you walk past the mirrored walls.

Curse it all. It may be all you have left in that little empty bag of yours.

I get into my jacuzzi after a long depressing day to rid me of any negative thoughts, to soothe and calm my nerves, in the hopes that maybe just maybe, it was the dreary weather that had brought me down so quickly.

Only to be crying uncontrollably afterwards.

I don't know what's wrong. I'm not happy. I'm losing interest in things. None of my damn photo shoots are worth shit. All I do is just sit and read. Despite the fact that I'm actually socializing with my friends (and not feeling any anxiety as before).

It's been more than two months. Shouldn't I be freakin happy by now? Don't I deserve the least bit of a quiet, relaxing moment without hating myself, everything I do, everything I photograph, and worst of all, him?

I feel so fuckin alone.

And that is, I have secretly wanted to be an actress since age 11 (1993, woo). During five years, that's all I wanted to be (until film trampled that desire in '98), but I never really told anyone. When asked what I would like to be when grown up, I would either shrug or throw astrophysics in there, just for kicks.

I can't for the life of me figure out why I've been so afraid to say this out loud.

I guess I should just let the acting up to my Totally Awesome Cousin, and I'll just snort the coke from behind the camera.

Ehhhrr... I mean... Umm.. oh screw it.

Stop over our website (still going thru updates) and find out more about our fourth Mutation Craft Fair!

And that brings me to the next point at hand and something I need to finally admit.

I cannot craft while I am at school. Simple as that. Spring Tote Bag is still waiting to be completed and other pieces of fabrics are just laying there. I do not have any enthusiasm to work on these once I come back from class (and from riding to a million places along the way). I'm just too tired. And quite frankly, I don't care. Well, I do, but I'm doing my best to not get anxious or frustrated because I'm not being able to fill up my online store. Not to mention the hectic stress that is Mutation is coming up pretty soon.

I am graduating in about 7 months. Maybe after I get outta here and find a job somewhere (like, oh I dunno, NYC) Star MAgnolia can become a mighty superweapon. But right now, I will just do things as my body demands. Luckily, my letterpress goods are quick and easy to make, so those will definitely still be popping here and there.

I have a photo shoot based on Star Wars in the next couple weeks. Sorry Star Magnolia, but you'll understand if I spend more quality time on my actual photography portfolio (that will eventually lead me to some good money) than on you.