I suppose I must have been on to something
with all that Jimi Hendrix ranting last week.
He has a new album out now.
Well we’ve waited a long time.
A performance artist at Moma, March 9th 2010
Cecila Cassini at DVF Beverly Hills, March 4th 2010
Cecila Cassini is a dressmaker!
Look
She wears a dress of her own making on her Singer Sewing Machine
and DVF headband.
and from Cecilia’s blog:
on Monday, January 18, 2010 I wrote a blog called WHAT IS YOUR DREAM ? and after you read and continue reading this post, you will understand why I post it again:
Today I had no school in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr…
I have dreams, too!
I have a dream that there will be no poor children.
I have a dream that all little girls will get to wear dresses if they want to.
I have a dream that all children will be healthy and that all babies will get milk.
I have a dream that all children in Haiti will be okay and that their schools will be rebuilt.
I have a dream that all children will get to learn.
I have a dream that all children will get to pursue their dreams.
What is your dream?
p.s. of course I dream of going back to Paris soon and meeting Karl Lagerfeld! !!!!!
xoxo ciao for now, Cecilia
Hedi Slimane is like a rolling stone
Bob Dylan wrote “Like a rolling stone in 1965″
That song changed the landscape of popular music after the war.
It has been covered by:
Jimi Hendrix
Bob Marley and the Wailers
The Rolling Stones.
Among the many things its about is the
joy of being unshakled,
“when you’ve got nothing you’ve got nothing to lose”
How does it feel?
To be on your own?
A whole biography has been written on the song and it can be bought here.
Or if you can’t afford to, visit your local library, that still works
You can read more of Dylan’s poetry here.
Like a Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall”
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does (more…)
Long silk dress by Alexandre Vauthier Haute Couture, Silver hand leather belt by Delfina Delettrez, White Maria Capeline by Maison Michel. Model Sessilee Lopez
For more images from this shoot I art-directed, check out the current issue of Lurve Magazine.
The story was inspired by a Yayoi Kusama sculpture of the same name. “Stairway to Heaven”
Three women revisited.
New women looking in the same direction.
Pop’Africana is an independent magazine based in New York City led by a team of creatives, who pride themselves on delivering
a rejuvenated image of Africa.
Oroma (the editor) is also a blog contributor to Thepop.com.
The two magazines are separate entities and have nothing to do with each other.
We just like each other.
Tangerines
Rain
Castor oil.
Church bells at Christmas
Filly new dresses
The slaughter of lamb
Banjos.
Cigarettes before stained teeth
Drip drip of rain, patiently digging through rocks.
Guavas, pink and green
Guava whips, will cut your skin
Guava seeds like pebbles.
Dasheen leaves, yams, tomatoes
The little pepper tree by the kitchen.
Hills of strength,
Hills give strength to legs
To the will
To the soul.
Hills give strength to rivers.
And what is a hill but a rock with some dust, where a seed once fell and grew, to a tree, and the tree fell leaves, and the leaves made soil and the soil beseeched the rain? The rain went back to the sun and then God laughed, in fact he roared with joy and his eyes twinkled, and with the twinkling of his eyes he broke the tree in half.
More mud.
But the parrot came and cried a feather and the ant picked it up and brought it inside the trunk of the tree. The rock breathed and all these things settled.
Roots never die. They told the story for a millennia
And then another. The rock grew to a hill and the hill to a fort.
My mother was born on a fort. My mother was born on a fortress. I was borne by my mother.
My navel was never planted beneath a tree there, but my heart is sprinkled all over the hills of Saltibus, at the nape of all its mountains and at the feet of all its basins, at the trunk of every tree, at the heart of all its stories.
Cockfights, white-rum, Joe-Gum,
Bare feet, red ants, mild sun.
My grand-mother was a rock, my mother is a tree and one day God laughed and twinkled his eyes and the parrot cried a feather. But roots never die, and it’s amazing what roots can bring up.
One day a rock sighed a feather.
The wind will blow things far and wise.
Feathers love to rest.
But wind will always blow.
God has a way of traveling things. A beak could be my bus, a storm could be my train, and though it’s rare, humans can grow wings like planes.
There is no set rhythm to life.
There is no one song to sum it up.
There is no set rhythm to Saltibus.
Though I return there like a hook,
There is not one song to tell you
Why I love it so.
Enjoy, share, but do not attempt to claim!
Photo and Styling: Olympia Scarry
Olympia Scarry at the Soufriere volcano, St.Lucia W.I, Cape Issey Miyake, Photo Neville Wakefield
glass shoes Prada SS2010
Read the story here at the NY Times.
New anti-tobacco ad from Droits des non fumeurs
It’s causing a lot of controversy.
I’m wondering how effective this could be in preventing teens from smoking.
What do you think?
Are we coming out of the trenches
or are we going in?
I’m suddenly reminded that
we are a country at war.
How do we explain this
war chic?
And I have a feeling there will be more of it to come.
BELOW IMAGES OF MICHAEL KORS, MARC BY MARC and DENNIS BASSO
Go to school
pull your socks up
close your laptops
buckle up
roll your sleeves down
hike your pants up
tie your waists
AND PRAY!
tie your waists at Michael Kors
buckle up @ Michael Kors
words by Major Lazer, model: Sessilee Lopez photo: Richard Prince
Painting by: A. Gossman
Richard Prince and Sessilee Lopez (Cowgirlfriend)
Quote from: Crick, Crack Monkey
Merle Hodge is a Trinidadian Novelist.
