As I’ve yet to scope a single show, I’ve nothing to report on New York Fashion Week. Please, curb your concern.
Rather than squint with the screen, I shacked up at Armory & got to work. CÉLINE lambskin & chile rellenos are fail proof panty droppers~ so bribing the resident cuties into playing dress up was a breeze. I’ll be sharing those shots, featuring my dearest dtla “Kitties” sometime next week.
Get Outside This Weekend,
These slightly unsightly, mildly uncouth hunks of ridiculous are a few of my favorite fakes I’ve collected over the years. What they lack in purity they make up for in character and lawlessness. Much like an overwrought puppy, I’ll forgive them every time they leave me black & blue (Survival Hint: CLEAR NAIL POLISH~ But don’t make me explain everything.)
As McQueen’s not around to stir the proverbial crazy pot, I’ll be keeping an eye out for who gets the weirdest this (NY fashion) week. Although, summer ain’t over yet, if you’re minding the autumnal equinox (But who minds science much these days anyhow…) Come September 23rd, I’ll be in the deserts of Nevada chasing treasure ~ in more ways than one. I’m hoping that we’re not past the days when our society’s most (de)valued eccentrics disappear into the Sin City, only to abandon their plum goods in their fiery (geriatric) wakes.
Yes, here’s to hoping those days have yet to pass.
I recently shot these images for Stowellen.
Make-smith Ben Kendall hand carves feathers, skulls & antlers from earth born materials like abalone, ebony & animal horn. Paired with swooping chains & the occasional chromatic plumage ~ these peerless pieces out-run, out-tango & out-steez any mainstream gear out there.
I’m overheating at the thought of my five-point buck antler necklace ~ which will be carved from natural ebony & lassoed around my neck any day now. It’s sister is pictured in the last frame of this post. ( !!!! )
Leave it to hands.