Star Crafty

But no, they're the title of my rockinly awesome photo shoot collaboration with Cecilia and model Morgan. We rocked the Bergen Studio. Rocked it long and hard.

First I had thought of sewing dresses (and I did finish one) and using experienced dancers to dance while the fabric of the dress flowed in unison with her movements. I haven't been able to find a damn dancer.

But, I saw these two vintage crazy (and somewhat ugly conceptually) dresses (pictured here) at Civvies and thought how cool would they looked if I shot them at Back in the Day Bakery. I tried them on, and one of the girls asked me if I was using them for self portraits, to which I replied no, 'cause really, I ain't no model. But, that kinda got me thinking. What if... what if I channel all the different personas that make up who I am and photograph that, without losing the fashion editorial edge I want to have in my portfolio?

Yes, it has been done before, but *I* haven't done that, and nobody else has the same 17 personalities as I do. Imagine me as Susie Homemaker (the maternal/matriarchal Amy in me) wearing the blue polka dot dress, holding a cupcake at the equally vintage setting of the Bakery. I think that would look cool.

Or, to represent my fear of male rejection, me sitting down at a school party, face front to the camera, while the frilly, pretty girls beside get asked to dance by attractive boys, all while wearing the ugly 80's magenta prom dress pictured here.

And I just emailed my friends from high school to see if any of them still has our school uniform (which I'm sure at least one does). I have a whole lot other scenarios in my head, which surprisingly enough, have been there for years now, but I've never been able to photograph them.

Can't explain the pain I feel at reading this. Basically, as reported by our beloved governor, in a few weeks the government will run out of money. No funds will be sent to the municipalities, or to the Legislature, Judicial Branch, to the University of Puerto Rico (what, you students gonna go on strike for God knows how long because of this again?) or anything else. How did this happen, I don't know.

What hurts the most is that I know I will never go back home. Puerto Rico has become just a vacation spot for me and a distant memory of that place I grew up in for 20 years. Now it's a overcrowded desolate stretch of miniature land that I can never live in again, because there is nothing for me there, there's not even money to fund the arts in the island. From a far away telescope I see my island crumble piece after piece as this economical crisis threatens to tear us all apart and destroy the (relatively) joyful lifestyle we've had for so many years.

And it hurts. It fuckin bloody hurts like y'all have no idea.

I have finally decided to ship my bony little ass to New York City once my final quarter is done for, sometime in early September. In the next weeks I shall be applying to photographers in the area for either a paid assistant job or internship (and if so, I will def have to look for a second job).

But do not despair, I am much too passionate about the indie crafts to completely abandon it. I just need to focus on the now, and right now my photography portfolio demands my sweet attention. It's been 13 years since I have dreamt of living in the Big Apple. I may end up hating it, may end up living there till I die, but I must live it at least once. I owe it to myself. I am hoping I will be inspired by this gigantic city and all it offers. I hope the cold doesn't kill me. I hope I don't get lost within myself.

But whatever I may end up doing I will update right here and post all my quirky crazy stories. In the meantime, I shall continue my sexy photographic adventures, but of course, always taking the time to doodle the Next Great Star Magnolia Bag.

But yeah, that's my news for today. Last night I bought the fabrics for my photo shoot and saw V for Vendetta. Wow Natalie. Please get some voice coaching. The alley cat in my street can do a better English accent than you. That being said, her performance was good and I had no idea the V guy was Hugo Weaving!! I was very surprised/pleased. Bloody awesome.

Seriously guys. Drop me a line. I mean, come on. HAWT.

But yeah, today's Mutation was GREAT! So many people showed up! Unfortunately that really scary (at least to me) storm kinda died things down a bit, but at least it happened by the end of the fair. But lots of fun was had, lots of things were sold and Amy did lots of talking, for once! I even got interviewed on camera by SCAD's Beecon. Woot. I'm sure I mumbled like a right idiot, like I frequently do when I'm on camera.

But no rain tomorrow! woo. And it'll be slightly cooler, which is good, because the gallery inside was scorchin'.

MUTATION TOMORROW!! Excited and anxious! It will be some hardcore fun. AND I will do the 12 hour project both days, so watch out for that.

Shit, that's hot, people. HAWT.

So excited for Mutation!!

What ever happened to liking a girl just because she's nice, funny, interesting and (not so) needy?!?

I mean, I am crushing on like a million guys right now, at least, DEAR GOD, AT LEAST one guy must have a slight crush on me. And I don't mean the nasty guys on the street yelling lovely terms of endearments such as Hey baby, or How you doin' baby or, my favorite, Shiiiiiaaaat, girl! as I ride by them everyday to class.

I want a nice guy. Maybe a nice Southern Boy. That smells nice and is funny and shares my love for SW and Gil Grissom (sorry, Sarah I only like guys. You still have time to become the exquisite lesbian your family believes you are, don't lose hope). Heck, a kitty will do just fine! It'll at least try to cuddle with me for two seconds before going all phsychotic feline on me.

So if you're crushing on me as I'm hopelessly crushing on a thousand boys (and oh dear God even a professor and a manager), LEAVE ME A NOTE...and we'll chat it up. Don't you wanna date this hot piece of Rican ass?