I've been watching Sally Potter's ORLANDO, on repeat for the last couple of days, as a child this film introduced me to the wonders of costume design and the subtle, mesmorizing creepiness of Tilda Swinton.

The water lily

In the middle of the night the water lily bloomed. I woke up this morning and there on the table was a little surprise.

I've picked some irises, I've washed them and now will dry them, I actually need alot more to make a good dye. My aunt, who is well versed in such things said that I'll need a good pound of flowers, my immediate reaction was "oh great" I can only imagine that I'll have to fight off hordes of bees for the flowery treasure.

I'm back again, trying my hand at getting more lily pads and flowers, for some reason I am obsessed with them, I have no explanation. The water felt quit cool, it would have been nice to go for a swim, BUT time was not on my side.

Here is the white house that I'm living in for the summer, the front half was built in 1795! It was built right after the american revolution, I'm not going to mention about how some say that it is haunted, but the property and house are rustic but enchanting.

Here is a quick collection that I put together, I was inspired by rainfall, rain boots, rain coats etc. I was feeling a little blue today, I found inspiration in an old post card that I found. I'm also a little bored, but I have quite a bit of work to do, but there is always a little time for inspiration.

There are a lot of wild irises around here, I have this fantasy about picking as many as I can and making dyes, My pal joyce and I went driving around the other day in search of more, the only flowers we found were in peoples yards, The entire drive she was under the impression that we were scoping out flowers to come back for the "borrow" when night fell, I was a little surprised but was happy to see that she was dedicated to my cause. I have a little couldron out on the front porch, it's funny to think that if this was the 18th century I would have been put on trial as a witch, my defense "I was picking irises by moonlight to make me-self some natural dyes, for me dressmaking projects"......then I would have been burned at the steak...mmmmmm steak.

Here is the arrangement that I made from the lily pads and flower that I plucked from the murky lake the other day, so after an evening of fishing I didn't bring home ANY fish (although I caught about 10!) I managed to bring home a floral arrangement.

Sooooooo today I was a total man and went fishing, with other men, quit interesting, since I'm used be being around girls and gay guys all the time. The experiance was interesting, I don't know how it quite happened but I managed to catch 10 fish, which is kinda amazing, in true asa fashion I didn't forget to pick some lilies and lily pads before going ashore. I found the most "romanticized" painting of fishing that I could find, along with some other cute images. FYI I let all the little fishes go, I was not that desperate to gut and eat them, even though I know that they would taste great deep fried, like anything does

while in the middle of the lake, we were in a row boat, the ship sprang a leak, which seems to be a common occurance, rather the back of the boat was slowly engulfed in water, I paid little attention and tried to figure out how to get my hand on some lily pads (my priorities can be so screwed up sometimes).

The other night I was having a nice steak dinner that was prepared by an expert chef, I naturally had my steak rare, since someone once told me this is the ONLY way to have a steak, being one to always want to fit into a crowd, I naturally took this advice. Dinner was served rather fast, being that it only took less than 10 minuets to cook the steak........ now comes the fun part. My first bite was a big bite, and when meat is raw it's harder to chew, since I was having such trouble chewing I figured I would abort and swallow and make sure to take a smaller cut next time around.........this is were the drama starts, the meat slowly slid down the back of my throat, SLOWLY blocking off my air passage.....I could feel my body start to freak out, I was ten seconds away from throwing myself to the ground as a last ditch effort to extract the renegade meat chunk. All the while I had a calm and serene look on my face, my mouth was slightly open and I was trying to discritley let in as much air as I could giving people the impression that I was about to say something. I was able to avert disastor, but just barley, just barley. The conclusion of this story is be sure to stay calm and collected, and for the love of god try not to be get killed by something that is already dead.

Parsons. Year 3 cap

I've made it through the past year! All I can say is THANK GOD, I've seen so many of my peers go through so much this semester that I'm glad I made it through without getting my head chopped off! I learned so much, I have to admit that the teachers this semester were totally Hard asses, which was a good thing, I had to light a fire of inspiration under my ass! I can't even imagine what next semester is going to be like, I'm not going to think about it too much with summer, we'll I'll still be designing obviously, I've been around enough seniors this past semester to know what to expect, hopefully we will all survive and prosper fellow Parsons fashion designers!

P.S. still can't get over how we still have homework over the summer, don't get to used to the margaritas and hours by the pool bitches!

Ok, I have a technology problem/addiction/problem.......I suppose this may be due to my gemini like nature but I have started/created various blogspots, email addresses, myfacebook.com's that I'm starting to loose count, what's worse is the I have various different passwords that I can't remember. Do they have AA for people like me? Am I so self centered to think that people want to know that much about me, that I feel a need to overextend my webtime to write random thoughts, this is a shining example of the ME generation, a time in which people have a much higher sense of self worth, I suppose all the myspace crap boosts the self image of the normal and boring, even animals have blogs now, even my ass has a blog now. In a sense the web has become the new america, "send us your poor, tired and hungry [and then they can blog the shit out of their lives, post photos about being poor tired and hungry all the while trying to start a second career via their myspace].

The Hillz

I want the soundtrack of my life to be the same as The Hills, each dramatic moment would be highlighted by an emotional song with a strong backbeat. Each time I would find myself in an awkward moment the camera would linger a little too long on my face as my eyes would nervously dart around the room....... cut to me getting out of my car (despite the fact that I don’t drive) to have yet another lunch on the outdoor patio of some hot spot eatery to discuss my normal everyday problems (which in this case would be considered major drama among my peers)......... que Natasha Benningfield’s "Unwritten". I have a mind to move to L.A. Before I move to London.

I am now in the adirondacks for the summer. Everything is green and perfect, irises are in bloom, there are butterflies darting about, the entire scene in very picturesque. I'm staying in a farm house that was built in 1789! I'm not even going to go into how people say that it's haunted, but it's perfect for me, now I can prance about and pretend I'm lizzie bennett. I'll post pics soon. In the mean time those of you stuck in the city, my deepest regrets.