A career is wonderful, but you can't curl up with it on a cold night.

Sometimes I wonder if a simple life would be nice...then I pick up glossy magazines and find all kinds of trouble and things I wish I owned, people I aim to meet, and things I strive to design > than...

Time and time again, New York seems to find itself hatching all things magical...Jeremy Scott left his home state of bfe Missouri to make it big in thr Big Apple. Though he is unfortunately involved in the whole one-legged pant thing that I really don't even want to get into, his sneakers are so wild, so unconventional, every time I see a pair I am at a loss for words. Rarely do designers manage to outdo themselves each and every single time, but Scott most certainly does. His runway collections are a bit bizzare, but his work with Adidas is a footwear dream come true.

My current item of lust, the 3 Tongue Attitude:




As much as I hate to admit it, I find myself believing more and more in luck. Artist Ruben Toledo was recently commisioned to illustrate the covers for Wuthering Heights, The Scarlet Letter, and Pride and Prejudice- and he never read a single word of any of them! [In his defense, moving here as a small child from Cuba and not having much to his name probably occupied most of his time, but anyway...] This probably upset the countless well-read artists who felt they deserved the job, but one look at the works and let me tell you, Hester Prynne never looked so damn good...[He does those creepy, big eyed illustrations for Nordstom for those less literary fashion junkies among us (: ] This man owns water colors- his style is a little pre-cubist Picasso-esque, if Picasso fell in love with a sumi brush. He also happens to be married to Isabel Toledo, fellow Cuban fashion designer and creator of the lemony-yellow lace shift dress with matching coat Mrs. O wore to the inauguration.

I wonder if their children will have inferiority complexes.

"Sisters" spelled backwards, Pim, Kly, and Matina Sukhahuta's brand Sretsis manifests all the qualities of great fashion design. It looks gorgeous on the figure, constructed with quality fabrics, reveals impecable knowledge of the craft, and manages to posess timeless style and modern elements simultaneously. This woman [Pim, the designer] had her own boutique BEFORE she even graduated from Parsons in 2003. I won't be bitter solely because her garments are so damn pretty.

Sugar, spice, and everything nice.



Spring Summer '09 School of Rebellious Sweethearts Collection

It's all make believe, isn't it?
♥
Caroline.

.Music is my dead end | Music is my imaginary friend.

I wrote a huge, moving post to compensate for not blogging for over two weeks but my through some horrible turn of events it is all gone.

Everything's gone.

Anyway. To summarize simply because I am far too aggravated to repeat my musings of five minutes ago: Listen to electroclash. You probably already have without realizing it. Yes, artists can be talented even with synthesizers and vocoders. If there's enough room for man and machine everywhere else, there's enough room for both in the music world as well.

Click&hear.

Peaches.

Crystal Castles.

Ladytron.

Lights.

Justice.

Now, how can anyone think fashion isn't art? This German lady is mad cool and definately an artist. Anna Wegelin. Take a look at her R.T.W. as well, though be prepared, there's a bit of tatas involved.

All the girls and boys are makin' all that noise because they found new toys.

I want one.

You're never too old for toys, after all. Plus the First Lady has one.

See you later

See you later

See you later
♥ Caroline

How do you defend yourself against a man with a dildo?

After seeing Brüno last night, I got to thinking...(After I got to wincing, peeing myself, and screaming first, naturally). How much can we get away with saying or doing? Little remains in the "taboo" or "sacred" zone. Everything's a joke: the previews forecast funny movies, with the featured film itself also being one, naturally. To make money, a film must be funnier then its predecessors, so it has to be different, something audiences haven't heard before. If we've heard it all, what's left to rip apart? If they've already got Brüno's anus, I can only anticpate what will come next.

....wait, I forgot about Middle America.

&Clickk.

Apparently, Brüno isn't doing well in certain parts of the country because more conservative audiences aren't quite in on the joke. Understandable- to an extent, though I am not entirely sure how anyone could think much of that was reality. I found the "real" parts of the film far more appalling- parents so desperate to get their kids famous they'd let their INFANTS operate heavy machinery and get liposuction? People claiming to manage charities, yet unable to pronounce Darfur, and talking about Global Warming as if it were a hot trend and not a hot melting of the planet we are all living on? No one seems to think THOSE are issues to be addressed?

As outlandish as Mr. Baron Cohen may be, I have to say I personally found some wisdom in this "film". (Hear me out.) During one scene, a particularly ignorant karate instructor says if someone is being exceptionally friendly, they are most likely a homosexual and you should probably fight them off. While that is really an outrageous thing to say, I say take it as a compliment!

I have seen my homosexual friends be just as strong of men as the heterosexual ones...actually, stronger. How many fag hags out there have had their gay "boyfriends" treat them hella better then their real ones? If Middle America wishes to cast stones upon this film, then so be it. If they wish to view the toothless, unwashed, VD carrying "men" in this movie as actual men, then good for them! If they want the delicious deer flesh and syphilis their husbands bring home to them, then keep it all! I'll hold on to my Prada sunglasses, open minds, and endless nights of good advice and fabulous fun with those oh-so-friendly homos.

I really wonder what they do on Saturday nights.

♥ Caroline

To all my gay boyfriends, I don't know where I'd be without you. I love you.

Curiouser and Curiouser?

I am questioning my birth certificate, because by the looks of this pool, I must be a water sign. If this Hariri & Hariri Architecture beauty sat in my backyard, I doubt I'd ever get much done...except maybe some banging cookouts and cocktails parties.

Fourth time might be the charm for Helena Bonham Carter and Johnny Depp. Burton's adaptation of Alice in Wonderland next year already looks completely gorgeous. Trippy, dark, and haunting..amazing cast..available in 3D...sounds like a winner. And, yes that's Johnny, Helena, and Anne Hathaway as the White Queen.

Did you know our President Mr. Barack Obama won a GRAMMY? He also liked the reefer and hollerin' at sistas at parties- his words, not mine. As if I didn't love this man enough already, he opens up letters people like you and me send him, and he reads them! HIMSELF! He has banned gifts from lobbyists, something we as a nation should be embrassed to have ever allowed.

If you like your politics watered down like me.

Proof we elected a living creature as president.

I have an excellent idea. Let's change the subject.

- March Hare.

♥ Caroline

We need a little pretty cause this country is insane.

For semi-useless products of my musings, skip down to the bottom. For some pretty shit, begin here.


Better than Botticelli's Birth of Venus?

I have a huge girl-crush on Lady Gaga. Artists like her allow me to call pop-culture a pleasure, and by no means a guilty one. I have huge respect for creative people who dedicate a piece of every single day of their lives to constructing their vision and sharing it with the world. This bitch is brilliant, completely. Totally post-modern: she's self-described as "sexy-ugly", an undeniable whack job, and a perfect example of how completely wonderful this terrible world can be if you let it. I really cannot begin to comprehend how she manages to get her hair and makeup to look so surreal, nor can I express how jealous I am of her crazy-awesome style.

And if that's not enough for you, she taught herself to play piano at age four. Being 20 and personally unable to properly hit a pleasant combination of more than three notes, I find that pretttttyyyy incredible. Additionally, if you can wear hot pants and get away with it, then bless your pretty soul.

I cannot tell you how many times i have listened to this song in the last week. Click&love.

I recently re-fell in love with this. Stunning design, one of the best examples of successful packaging I have ever seen. (If you've seen my Sephora tab, you know pretty shit is my kryptonite. Ask me if I have any idea what this juice (if that's what it is?) even tastes like. The answer is no.) Designed by Naoto Fukasawa, found at Welcome to the Glory.

These are just pretty sweet. I suppose a small part of me has always longed to hear music spurting from a sculpted decapitated dog.

By Dutch designer Sander Mulder, same site as the above.

“And, now, I’m just trying to change the world one sequin at a time.” -Lady Gaga

♥ Lini

ps:

On to the random thoughts. This entire post had been inspired by quite an array of individuals... it's a strange company I keep...

Everything works in cycles, repetitions, and returns to the ends and starts. Some cycles are natural and necessary, while others are vicious. Personally, I find cheating to one of the more ruthless. Essentially' to cheat is to steal, to rob someone's trust, work, innocence, or efforts. It is to take away something earned from the blood, sweat, and tears of another, and in no way belongs to anyone but the owner and whomever they deem deserving. When you cheat you degrade the quality of what you're stealing. Whether it be someone's answers or someone's heart you toy with, you have broken something which cannot be repaired. You have robbed not only them, but yourself. You have throw away the oppurtunity to expand your mind, to learn, and to appreciate. You have tainted what you've taken.

I love free shit, everyone does. I have a field day whenever I win anything...but it doesn't compare to how I feel when I earn something myself. I can't say I am completely oppossed to the "Fuck, I forgot about math, can I see your homework?" situation, it happens. What I cannot tolerate is the deliberate and lazy philosophy that allows people to believe they are entitled to what is not theirs. There is a difference between products of inspiration and products of imitation. I have a fierce love for what I create, and it disgusts me to hear and see ideas copied and reproduced cheaply. It is unethical and shameful. You are not an intellectual, not a designer, not an artist if your creations are ripped from the hands of another. It breaks my heart to watch this happen over and over, to see someone genuinely put together their ideas only to have them spoiled by a pair of greedy eyes. Physcically, I have to wonder if people are meant to be faithful. I believe it is possible, but once the cycle begins, once you've become jaded from cheating...

Honesty is priceless.

"Why don't you try lying for a change? Lying's the currency of the world"...

Well, look at the economy now.

O BRASIL E PENTA ♥

God smiles upon soccer.

Someone once told me something about soccer. It's called "football" everywhere else in the world, but it's absolutely different then American football. The reason it's loved everywhere is how simple it is: you need two feet, a ball, and a field. Not yardlines, helmets, uprights. It's cheap, and dynamic, and beautiful to watch.

I take great pride in being Brazilian, in being the world's greatest. I love the sight of kids head-to-toe in dirt, kicking around a worn-out ball and laughing.

I love the smell of churrasco,

the boys all rocking that god-awful Ronaldo Fenomeno haircut in '06,

the streams of yellow and green completely covering every available surface,

the ridiculously sexual beer commercials featuring the most beautiful women in the world,

the "CLOSED TIL AFTER THE GAME" signs strung up along the streets,

and most of all I love the sound of "GOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL" ringing around the world.

Happy watching. 365 days until it is actually showtime.

Fashioning my own destiny.

Coincidence is a funny little bugger.

I never can really decide if I believe in it. Our lives seem to depend on factors entirely beyond our control, factors which could be labelled as coincidence: the day on which one's born, the nation one resides in...It amazes me to think how completely different things could be if any single one of the factors varied slightly. Had I been born two weeks sooner, I would be a grade ahead in school. I wouldn't have gone to American Heritage for high school, my life would be entirely unrecognizable. What if my mother hadn't married my father? What if she had stayed in Brazil? I wouldn't even exist, a whole new being would fill my place.

Tangent aside, this last week has been brimming with coincidence, for me at lease. Nothing too strange or pertinent, just enough to make me wonder if perhaps there's more to the pieces which coincidentally keep bumping heads lately.

I recently discovered an amazing jewelry designer by the name of Gabriella Kiss.

If you know me, I love my bling. I also am a little on the fickle side, and change my mind frequently as to what I covet, appreciate, and wear. This trait lends to me preferring to a handful of inexpensive pieces to rotate rather then a token piece or two. Rarely does a piece strike me enough to make me question this, but after seeing the works of Ms. Kiss, it seems my rusting cubic zirconias may have met their match.

The world has provided us with a series of elements from which we derive fuel, nurishment, and in the case of countless artists and designers, inspiration. The organic forms in Kiss' works are simplistic, elegent, and completely gorgeous. Kiss' training in sculpture at Pratt has served her well, her graceful pieces look flawless and completely lust-worthy. AND: She finds bones and snakes beautiful? A++ for her!

Prices and contact information.

This photo guality does this braclet a severe injustice.

Tonight is the season finale of Desperate Housewives, which coincendentally stars another Gabrielle. (ABC, 9:00 p.m.) So here's a tribute another her, Gabrielle Solis. May you always be a fabulous gold-digging bitch.

Eva Longoria Parker in Cannes. Sculptural fashion = ♥ .

Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Caroline ♥