Ok, So i know that every Tom, Dick and Elton has thrown in their 2 cents about their feelings on the recent death of Alexander McQueen. I have to say, it took me a while to formulate an opinion after hearing about the shock of his death. Truth is, no amount of media digging or inside word from his camp will ever know what was really going through his head and what ultimately made him make this tragic decision. Its more than abundantly clear that anyone with the slightest interest in fashion worshiped him like the fashion genius he was. Hell, i rememeber salivating after his designs when I was a student at F.I.T., and now, my own students last semester proclaimed him to be also one of their favorites. I remember thinking, man, this dude is still edgy and has relavance with the Gossip Girl Generation. In fashion, anything over 10 years is really timeless.
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Sad Beauty
I like to keep the mood and spirit of my blog light- the occasional gripes, but mostly full of the inspiration that sourrounds me in my every day that I will hope will also inspire you, too. But recently, I was saddened by some recent posts to my blog on the last few entries about my recent trip to Vilnius. I deliberated if i should indeed accept the comments, as I screen all of them, and ultimately decided that everyone’s opinion, for the most part, deserves the right to be heard. If you are interested in reading comments on the posts, click on each one (respectively) on the main page and scroll down.
A few notes to the unfortunate and ignorant commentator- and given the name and source of his email address, seems to be a native Lithuanian. Vilnius is such a beautiful city, and as I stated, full of the ability of promise to overcome its bloody history. Admittedly, its still has its less-than gorgeous sites, but in no ways would I liken it to a “gas station”. The most amazing thing about the history of Lithuania, and more specifically, Vilnius, is its constant acceptance of a variety of different cultures, ethnicities, and religious beliefs.
Sooty Sunsets & Soviet Dreams
One thing theme plagued me constantly while I was in Lithuania- the fierce juxtapostion of the continuing hope of Lithuanians and their progress in their world contrasted with the relics of Soviet oppression and dominance. The cold, crumbling cement boxes that dot the landscape outside Old Town and the power plant located outside the megaplex cinema are just constant reminders to me of what my relatives suffered through in this bleak landscape. This portrait reflects it perfectly- the strong, hopeful beams of light streaming through the sooty cloud that still has yet to lift.
From Slippers to Stilettos…
Nothing like finding your old school I.D. to make you feel ancient. A solid 10 years behind me, I am returning to F.I.T., having gone from snot-nosed fashion student to full-fledged faculty. I’ve been planning my outfits in my head for months, trying to fashionably adapt a Hot-For-Teacher crossed with a sexy librarian look, but sadly, its raining and humid, and I’m just not feeling the wool-blend pencil skirt today.
Sad Face
I’m feeling a little sad today. I’ve been trying to plan this elaborate trip to Italy to work and make contacts, and despite the crazy amount of effort I seem to be putting in, it isn’t happening. Omen? Or should I just try harder and not give up on it?
Dance of Joy
I just had an interview at FIT for an adjunct faculty position, and I think I nailed it! This is what I was doing on the street, sans a partner, post-interview…..
Another Day, another Thousand Dollars…
This was the lovely sign greeting me at the reception to my accountant’s office. My accountant, a self-professed “Tax Guru” whom I have been seeing for over 4 years, always has his eccentric quirks. This year, he was down to one cranky sign and only a five hour wait. Yup, its crazy, and you’re probably wondering I put up with it, but he does save me a lot of cash-ola.
That’s the magic answer to us poor freelancers. But despite my best efforts, I still had a massive lump sum to pay to the tax man. How did the rest of you freelancers fare this tax season?