Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Oh OH Karen O!


So, one woman who particularly inspires me to create is the amazingly stupendous Karen O (Who is pretty much the only awesome person named Karen) Not only is she the lead singer of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but she also recorded the soundtrack for Where the Wild Things Are, and she just recorded with The Flaming Lips! By the way, she was born in South Korea (Random right?! she is half polish and half korean) And she attended Tisch in NYC. The crown jewel on Karen O's tiara of awesome is her fashion, or should I say her bff designer Christian Joy's fashion. Christian Joy has been making costumes for Karen O since 2001! Anyway, Karen O is oh so amazing, and she inspires me to scream crazy, stay funky and effortlessly achieve "hip."

So here's a bunch of kooky people from all over the world pretending to be Karen O, singing along to one of my favorite songs from Show Your Bones... here's "Cheated Hearts"


... and for the real deal (and an MJ tribute), here's "Heads Will Roll" from Its Blitz
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dt0IlrQYOxM

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Lost in the Atwoods


So as far as costume design goes, Colleen Atwood is my hero. So I figured I would just make a small shrine to her work (keep in mind these are just my favorites...no where near all of her work!)

Alice in Wonderland 2010






Nine 2009

Public Enemies 2009

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street 2007
Mission: Impossible III 2006

Memoirs of a Geisha 2005

Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events 2004



Big Fish 2003



Chicago 2002Planet of the Apes 2001

The Mexican 2001

Sleepy Hollow 1999

Mars Attacks! 1996

That Thing You Do! 1996

Little Women 1994Ed Wood 1994

Philadelphia 1993
The Silence of the Lambs 1991

Edward Scissorhands 1990

Lions and Tigers and Danger Bears! OH MY !

So these are the Danger Bears, and they are so flipping cute, and I kind of absolutely hate them for it. (Its just because I'm jealous) Anyway, yay for some local talent!

where the streets have no name




Dublin - Summer 2008
So I obviously have Ireland on my mind today.
Hopefully 8 months from now I will be able to take more
photos of this beautiful country.

My Ode to Sharon Olds

So, I basically fell in love with this woman's poetry today. And I hope that as I age, I can perhaps be like her. What I loved most about her is that she treated all of her work as though it was all still "in progress." Here's some of her poems I particularly enjoyed (She also had some amazing Odes, which I couldn't find online.):

Topography
by Sharon Olds

After we flew across the country we
got into bed, laid our bodies
delicately together, like maps laid
face to face, East to West, my
San Francisco against your New York, your
Fire Island against my Sonoma, my
New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho
bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas
burning against your Kansas your Kansas
burning against my Kansas, your Eastern
Standard Time pressing into my
Pacific Time, my Mountain Time
beating against your Central Time, your
sun rising swiftly from the right my
sun rising swiftly from the left your
moon rising slowly from the left my
moon rising slowly from the right until
all four bodies of the sky
burn above us, sealing us together,
all our cities twin cities,
all our states united, one
nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.


Rite of Passage

by Sharon Olds

As the guests arrive at our son’s party
they gather in the living room—
short men, men in first grade
with smooth jaws and chins.
Hands in pockets, they stand around
jostling, jockeying for place, small fights
breaking out and calming. One says to another
How old are you? —Six. —I’m seven. —So?
They eye each other, seeing themselves
tiny in the other’s pupils. They clear their
throats a lot, a room of small bankers,
they fold their arms and frown. I could beat you
up, a seven says to a six,
the midnight cake, round and heavy as a
turret behind them on the table. My son,
freckles like specks of nutmeg on his cheeks,
chest narrow as the balsa keel of a
model boat, long hands
cool and thin as the day they guided him
out of me, speaks up as a host
for the sake of the group.
We could easily kill a two-year-old,
he says in his clear voice. The other
men agree, they clear their throats
like Generals, they relax and get down to
playing war, celebrating my son’s life.

Odd Beginnings



hello!
So, here are two very odd images of "blotting out" that I ...modified...to get the point across. Any way, enjoy the weirdness because I sure do!