click here to maximize your minimalism!
click here to view my favorites from the archives. gee
are you a fonts enthusiast? a typophile?
find the beauty on your daily walk! take time to notice the details of your landscape.
there is nothing like seeing a great handbag in action.
plastics are our future. how can you resist plastic? it is so shiny and pleasing. I have a penchant for plastics.
chronicling my quest for the one true
have you ever noticed the similarity between nyc fire call boxes and benevolent Kannon, goddess of mercy?
every design, fashion and art magazine I read lately features some important directional artist making big contributions to their genre. and where do they live? brooklyn!
who says there are no more 'new ideas' in art and design? the newness is in the juxtaposition.
this is how I really get things done. with my little green co-worker/task-master.
clothing & accessories design
useful, economical, modular pieces that can be mix-matched in numerous
ways (because why can't fashion be useful and lasting? I think
it can!) So I say Maximize your Minimalism!
Satin Karate Belt featured in Dec 06 Real Simple
Voted Best Designer 2006 Style Bakery
'On the Rise'
Daily Buss Feature
in the blog press
the girl who ate everything
(into) the fray
far too cute
couture in the city
high fashion girl
furniture (especially chairs from the 50s and 60s), uniforms, repeating patterns, menswear, Oscar Niemeyer,
traditional Japanese architecture, the Rimpa School and Ogata Korin's 8-Point Bridge, Matisse, bromeliads,
succulents and other waxy flora
bamboo, coral, moss, woodgrain, silhouettes & other cut-outs, plastic,
low-resolution images, the photo copier, off-registration prints, Max
Ernst's Lunar Asparagus, NYC fire call boxes that look like Kannon, Fauvist color sense, the Noguchi Museum,
pretty much all of Abstract Expressionism
magazines of current
Domino, Elle Decor (British), ARTnews, Art in America, Wallpaper
favorite heel style
the wedge, but a sleek modern interpretation
current shoe obsession
alas, the sneaker. (because I live in nyc and walk a ton!) but not too
sneakery of a sneaker. more of a sneaker disguised as a shoe, like a mary
jane style or a high-tech looking black one with a metallic accent. how
about Royal Elastics? I must go try some on. I really like the non-sneakeryness
of their styles.
where my head is (at)
At least it hasn't gotten this bad.
[image from Albert Records Management]
Sorry about ending the title with a (preposition). But anyway, let's get into here, shall we? I've been on an organizing spree. I can probably trace it back to "New Year's/New Me" type-of-feelings and rereading the introduction to Apartment Therapy: The Eight Step Home Cure
. Mr. Gillingham-Ryan talks about unblocking your space, and cherishing the open spaces between your stuff. Oh yeah, you're supposed to have open spaces. I forgot to cherish them. Or have them. I mean, I am much reformed
. My apartment is still relatively spacious. And my shopping habits since moving to New York haven't mushroomed. I think the nine yard sales we had to have in Jamaica Plain (Boston) before we moved did the trick. Let me put it this way. I had a lot of vases.
The more I think about it, I really do think I am a minimalist at heart. Underneath all the clutter, I am a minimalist. I just need to unlayer (in everything) again. So I bought a shredder last week, and have been shredding everything outdated I can get my hands on. The month before, I emptied every drawer and weeded every shirt and accessory. (I have eight skinny belts. Eight! Three of them are silver. But different silvers. I am keeping them all though.) I even emptied and reorganized every drawer
in the kitchen and bathroom. (The bathroom's the easiest because it's the smallest; but boy did I find a lot of lipsticks. I don't have to buy any lipsticks for a good 10 years. Oy.)
So where was I with this. Oh yes, last night I was going through my studio files. I found copies of business letters that I typed and signed and mailed. Typed! Signed! Mailed! I was quite a good business letter writer I must say. A dead art now. Sad. I received signed letters too regarding my woven labels, my Dewar's sponsorship, and other things. It was a nicer time in society back then. The business letter. People taking the time to address each other in a non-fleeting manner. I am keeping those. I guess I just wanted to get this down on paper, so to speak. At least you can't shred a blog.
Labels: autobiographical, getting organized, musings