LAS VEGAS BABY!

Super –Artificial-Plastic-Silicone-a Docious…

Why? Someone explain to me, how beauty is only skin deep, when it seems to be injected with botox?
How did beautiful equate to being morphed and distorted? I find it hard to digest the “beautiful people” of this world deceive us with their outer beauty, that has been molded to look like something similar to plastic packaging. They say God loves us just the way we are, but if the story serves me right; I thought we were made out of clay not polymer?
It has indeed bothered me that every where I go, I see non stop images of these so called women who are beautiful that have been “tweaked” here and there. Their noses, cheeks, and lips looking like something similar to fifth element. I don’t even get how that is even beautiful to look like an alien. Infact I’m conflicted to how it is even appropriate that people do all that to themselves and are still insecure. I get stuff like braces, the dermatologist, and even hair extensions; however I don’t get looking like a beauty pageant rejectt fresh out of the microwave. By the way you never hear people say “OMG, her nose looks amazing!” … in fact you hear suspicion in peoples voices, “I bet she got her nose done, because she looks weird.” I mean I get it, you shouldn’t even care what people think, but at the same time, if it aint broke don’t fix it. I believe if you’re not happy with what you look like, than by all means change it, but some change is irreversible and damaging. MY opinion (which doesn’t even matter) is work on the things that really are important like an attitude. Cause lately some people’s attitudes I have encountered have been ridiculous and as they say “off the chain.”
Happy botox…

-K

Alone....

I … a single letter, that’s in a single space, which is a single word, which is a single person, containing a single soul.
A hug with no arms to wrap around, a kiss with no others lips.
A story ears have never heard, a hand that never met hands which have never been touched.
Alone.
A space contained, a space maintained, a space remained… despite seeking comfort
There’s nothing to claim.
Lost in thoughts, Lost in fears, Lost in dreams, Lost in tears.
Sometimes productive, sometimes stale, sometimes inventing, sometimes sitting still.
Alone.
Even in the brightest light is the darkest hour, an infinite night,
A hole so deep, a wound so great, an infliction so raw, a desire to escape…
Yet…
We stand among many, neither coming nor going, and though there are plenty, we are still…
Alone.

“One Small Step for Man… and Giant Step for the Fashioned Kind…”

At some point we are all scared to step out on that proverbial “limb”, the fact of getting so far out there and not being able to come back. I often set these high goals and expectations for myself only to find that I am only setting myself up for failure… I realized that at times we can be so scared to throw ourselves out there, because there may not be anyone or anything there to catch us …
So, it time to get to strutting…

kj

The Truth about Kitty...

Kitty is soft, she is gentle, she is fragile…
Sometimes kitty does whatever she wants, and it may not be the best choices…
But it felt good at the time.
Kitty at times feels blue, and if you make her mad sometimes Kitty see’s red.
Kitty can be feisty, especially when she gets wet… but feels good when she lays next to you in bed.
Sometimes kitty just wants to be pet, sometimes kitty just wants to play, sometimes kitty just feels.

Spring Cleaning... some things just go out of season.

Family, Friends, and Lovers… a toxic cocktail of mixed emotions. Why do we often find ourselves battling how we deal with such people in our lives? Is blood really thicker than water? I have found that lately friendships come with stipulations, meaning everything is kosher until someone gets upset or feelings are hurt and the relationship is irreplaceable. Take the matter of family, they seem to take as much as they can from you, and put up unachievable expectations (that you may never meet) then criticize you if you don’t fulfill them. Not to mention lovers, who string you along till your well runs dry. What is it about these relationships that make it so complicated? I have decided that maybe there really isn’t a dividing line on where you place the three sets of people, and that instead of viewing each person as your friend, your dad, or your ex boyfriend, maybe they need to all be in the same category… people.
That way when you start cleaning out your closet, you don’t find yourself holding on to any “loose garments” that otherwise had you tied. I use to believe or even think that family was different from friends, and lovers were different from friends, but then I started to see that: your friends become your family, you have to be friends with your lovers just to make it last, and your family probably treats you the worst. I then came to the conclusion that it is best to just place them in their season, and when that season comes and pass, a new one will take its place. Leaving the “classic” pieces that usually last forever.
- K

Calling all fashion... I mean Artist!

It seems that often industries seem to overlap. Crossing territories that have yet to be discoverd, yet despite the unconventional mergers, things still seem to work out.

Seemingly,in the world of fashion and the world of art, it becomes a match made in heaven. So, is it any surprise the fashion would begin to embrace more abstract and artistic concepts? Of course your probably like "duh jenius, fashion is art.."But I on the contrary think it is a bleeding thin line between art and fashion emulating art.
I'm looking at the bigger "picture" of fashion painting hommage to art, whether it's Basquiat prints on dress, keith harring printed tunics and bathing suits, to flamboyant displays at both artistic venues (I.e. And art gallery) and the over the top fashion afficinados, hoping to be seen.

Either way, it's a beautiful thing, sure to capture an artist attention!

-k

(keith harring print dress for Patricia Fields)