the dark crystal and dolly dearest

Rodarte has been a name on the tip of my tongue lately. Since sisters Kate and Laura Mullaevy's line won the 2009 CFDA award for Womenswear Designer of the Year,  interest and demand for the line has most certainly escalated.  To own a Rodarte piece is like owning a piece of art: for the time, skill, hand craftsmanship, and heart that goes into each garment is evident by a single glance. Each piece is magical.

The girls always seem to do it right. Details like the sharpie-drawn body art in their most recent Spring 2010 collection was an amazing innovative complementary touch. The color palettes and mixture of colors within their pieces always seem to resonate a really edgy and beautiful feel. The materials of choice used to weave their signature knits provides a depth and individuality that makes each piece so special. Their introduction of dolls outfitted in garments inspired by prior collections (see above - available at Colette Paris) was genius.

Most recently, their jewelry collaboration with Mark Walsh and Leslie Chin sparked my interest. We received the pieces at Opening Ceremony just a few weeks ago. The settings are all made in Walsh's and Chin's studio in Paris, and the glass used in the pieces is in fact glass from the 1930's. The cuff bracelet reminds me of a terrarium... there is definitely a raw earthy feel to these pieces.

available at Opening Ceremony

Upon research, I found Mark Walsh and Leslie Chin's own line to be extremely solid. Being that my own interest in the industry lies mainly in jewelry design and fabrication, I am intrigued by designers that find new methods to make or present their work. This duo's innovation is wonderful. 

available at Colette Paris

glowing fingertips and parted hair 

woven to the threads of the keeper of youth

who so delicately presses the palm onto scalp

firing words of miracles 

chanting repetitions of truth

it's finally here

                        

"A wind has blown the rain away...

      ... and blown the sky away 

... and all the leaves away, 

and the trees stand. 

                         

                          

     I think, I too, have known Autumn too long."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

                       

e.e. cummings

getting lost, picking up the pieces

Writing, I guess, has always been a part of my life. Journals have always been something I have kept, in one form or another, but somehow all sense of this was lost in the past year. So has my sense of person. Words have been lost, and opportunities to expel them from my being are now seem like sorry causes-- however, I wish to regain them, reclaim them, engulf them...
My good intentions seem to constantly get lost in the city's sounds and cold people. Dreams seem... now clouded instead of vibrant and at hand. Perhaps that is why I have been at a loss for words for so long. The soul quite literally must rip the desire, the passion, out of the body-- for it appears that with age and time, new perspectives are abound. As our age changes, progresses upwards and forwards, a newly rendered mind emerges. An adult mind, a skeptical mind. A mind on the defense, which quite skillfully and subconsciously defends the person from physical and most importantly emotional pain. A mind that rejects, refuses, and is quite stubborn; sometimes more so than a child. A mind that meets nearly everything with fear and trepidation, which combined makes resistance. As time ticks onwards, so do our priorities. For the longer we wait, new opportunities emerge. Opportunities that we must take, opportunities that better ourselves and our lives. Opportunities that may be wonderful, however, not necessarily passions.
The heart and ones passions suddenly seem secondary.

In the past year I have watched the people I love not follow their hearts but rather act and make decisions based solely on survival. I still have dreams, and I still have ideals. To give oneself the allowance to dream, the allowance to chase a dream suddenly seems to mean that we must defy the laws of physics. This means we must fight a battle. A long, hard battle to defy the odds and rebel from comfort.

A well trusted true blue friend told me last night over chicken dumplings and corn soup that the price of success in many instances is loneliness. Four months ago an acquaintance bid me farewell with the simple phrase "I hope you find what you are looking for." It was quite clear to me that the statement resonated within his person as well. Searching constantly, I am, and in fear. But who isn't? It's my opening of doors and not letting people in that is the problem.

Let's dive through this MF.

5L Chronicles

I awaken at 6am to the sound of a ball being thrown upstairs above me. It hits the ground first in a loud thump, then slowly and gradually the bounces become lighter but more frequent until the ball comes to some sort of stop somewhere down the hallway. I picture it to be still rolling; perhaps back and forth very lightly. The scampering of four feet- nails against wood- almost automatically follows in the same direction. The little pooch upstairs wants to play. How sweet.

Dear Apartment 5L:
Please don't encourage your dog at 6 o'clock in the morning. Sleep is an effort for me. I love dogs and don't want to not like them anymore.
Your neighbor, MF

Unofficial Video for Regina Spektor's "Somedays"

New Years Resolutions
1. Learn Mozart's Sonata in C Major, K 545: I. Allegro, Brahms Intermezzo in A, Op 18 No 2, and Gymnopede No. 1. Attempt Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue.
2. Get my headshots retaken and go back to agents I saw a year ago so I can invite them to my showcase. This also means getting my head in check and focused.
2. Lose 5-8 pounds.
3. Spend at least one day a month volunteering. The organization I volunteer for will switch every month. Get my friends involved.
4. Watch two movies I haven't seen every week.
5. Read at least half the list of books and plays Jackie sent me by the end of the year.

This whole change of luck thing is quite exciting.

Go with the butterflies, the intellect, or the talent? Butterflies, I think. But butterflies lead to trouble, I'm guessing.

Time will tell.

Rehearsals rehearsals rehearsals.

Lots of flurries.

50 hours.

Turning six this Friday or Saturday?

I will miss my children.

I keep telling myself that things in life are never like they are in the movies.

It's snowing.

physics

Autumn literally started and ended in a single week.

Just in time for trimming our Christmas tree.

Afterwards, while eating our annual dinner of my dad's stew provençal, we talked.

My grandmother told me that she saw herself standing at her bedside while sleeping a few nights ago. She stood and watched my grandmother, dressed in different clothing, sleep and then proceeded to walk out of the room.

My grandfather told me he had a dream that Cuba was liberated.

My dad posed an interesting question. Since we can travel at the speed of sound, there is the possibility that in a century we may be able to travel at the speed of light. If we travel at the speed of light, will we see darkness? My dad says yes. I say we may see light- whatever light really looks like. Might make people question their faith.

We had too many ornamants and couldn't fit them all onto our twelve foot tree. I fear the thing may topple down any second.

Some notes from several entries from this week:

You have wings but I have weight.

Fine lines, holy mouths.

Knobbed feet.

Contracting and expanding.

Giving yourself the allowance to speak.

Words that are alive inside of you but never see the light of day.

Her spine the remnants of her tail.

Chipped tiles.

Mosaic of time.

Through the iced porch of time.

Sinking retreat.

Popped consonants.

To believe that days have impact, in date, years later.

Onwards.

finally beginning to learn my lesson

From:	Meghan Farrell	Sent:	Sun 11/25/2007 6:46 PM
To:	Mom
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1. World Peace
2. Inner Peace
3. Someone to love and to be able to give my heart selflessly
4. To be able to truly see myself
5. To always know I have a home.
6. To have integrity especially in art.
7. For everyone to care less about Britney Spears and more about what is really going on in the world.
8. Good health.
9. For autumn to come back next year.
10.To have my family see me succeed for all the right reasons.
------Original Message------
From: Mom
To: M------@americanapparel.net
Sent: Nov 19, 2007 12:30 PM
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Meghan-give your christmas list-put at least 10 things-a wish list most imp at the top-love mom

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