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Texas Stunnas.

This was done on accident.
Or by chance.

This sort of thing seems to be in the air.

found.

the owner.

Summer Storm

Today I braved a temporary tragic summer rainstorm with Kezia. We were inside, not affected, but passionate about seeing the biggest storm of the summer. Only seeing wind, we laughed it off as a serioius let down.

Still in the process of moving, I fell upon this: a postcard sent from Kezia while she lived in Colorado. With our experience at work and finding this, my addiction to her friendship became resurrected.

Artwork Courtesy of Kezia Fisher

Rhymes+Glue

Apology: Accepted

BFF: Round 2

Eyecontact : always worth it.
Friends for 6 years: always worth it.
Remembering life with that friend around: always worth it.
Getting back to daily routine: always worth it boring.

February 1969

I have no idea what was in occurance during February of 1969.

Or what the weather was like the day this picture was taken. Chilly I imagine, from the evidence of a sky with puffy clouds, the ocean past the buildings, and the fact that it was February.

I have no idea who took this picture either.

The above statement is a half-truth. I really don't know who took it. BUT what I do know is that it was found among the sticky pages of my grandmother's photo albums. When she passed away in 2000, I was seriously intrigued to go through everything.

All of her stuff.
Everything.

This included: boxes of jewelery, boxes of hats, shoes, sewing kits, address books, hair pins, hair gel, boxes under her bed, boxes in wooden chests, boxes next to tvs. You name it, it was in a box. Some of the strangest boxes were the smallest ones. Strange because they were stuffed with envelopes, which were then stuffed with either handwritten or typed letters.

At first I felt like I was spying on her. After all, she was my grandmother.

Who really ever declared it alright to bombard the privacy of dead loved ones by reading their most personal letters, or sorting through their old clothing? I had to abandon this thinking immediately, reminding myself that even though it felt weird, I had every right to read it, being that her property was now our family's property as a whole.

I felt good knowing that I wasn't the type of person that would sell my grandmother's letters to antique stores. Even though my heart races everytime I find things of that nature in antique stores, it also breaks at the same time knowing that somone made the choice to discard personal treasures of dead loved ones and profit somehow.

What I do know is this: moving houses every year since the year 2000 has proved somehow conjure up my grandmother. Every year around June or July I come across some piece of hers I have never seen before.

This year: February of '69 picture. One of the strangest ones yet.
Nice speakers. Atleast, I think that is what the picture is about.

Word for Word by Jackie

Bethy Bee: Round 2

Look Again: Holga Work by Bethy Bee

Click on the images below to enlarge: Bethy Bee captures the rawness of shells of once populated, almost breathing structures.

She's a genius.

Word for Word by Jackie
Image Courtesy of Bethy Bee

Sixties Sirens

One of my favorite scenes in the Michelangelo Antonioni film, L’Avventura, is when Monica Vitti’s character Claudia, steps down into the Princess’ cabin wearing nothing but an oversized cowl-neck sweater and bikini bottoms.

With her hair a golden mess, her eyeliner is perfectly smoldering.

It seems Missoni is also a fan of this iconic scene, as proof in their Fall/Winter 2006 ads with Carolyn Murphy. Missoni is just a taste of the 60’s foreign cinema spice that flavor the Fall runways. Put La Dolce Vita, La Notte or Vivre Sa Vie on the top of your Neflix queue and soak in the original inspirations.

Word for Word by Angela
Image Courtesy of Angela