ELBOW ROOM

I already decided a couple weeks ago that I’ll need to add some polka dot wrap shorts and maybe some mint colored short shorts to update my summer wardrobe.

But I was on Canal Street last weekend and saw some really amazing sunglasses that I know I’ll also need to have:

I like florals a bunch, so I need to have these glasses.

Can you tell I’m excited for warmer weather? I love to wear tank tops—you know, to show off my guns—so I can’t wait. (But just wait, you know I’ll be bitching about the heat in July and August. I don’t know what I want…)

Not much else to report.

Ben and I are working on TOYC‘s SS12 prototypes, so clothes and outfits are on my mind. Especially since we’re planning to have this new collection produced and photographed in a little over a month.

Needless to say, we are going to be very busy soon…

Random images from my phone:

xo
c

PEOPLE LIKE YOU/PEOPLE LIKE ME

Saturday was such a nice and surprisingly warm day. It was sunny and got up to about 70 degrees.

Everyone was out walking around, hanging out on porches—things I usually hate, but it was nice to see it since everyone has been holed up in their apartments for months.

(Or is that just me…?)

Ben and I went for a nice long walk through Prospect Park, then went to buy McSmoothies.

I found this funny sign that related to an inside joke Ben and I have:

I think the sign is actually mourning the loss of a big tree, a big tree named Big Grandma. Not sure.

Any walk through Prospect Park isn’t complete unless I get to stroll through the Vale of Cashmere, Brooklyn’s answer to the Ramble in Central Park:

Both spots are infamous for their gay cruising.

I have never seen any guys cruising in the Vale of Cashmere, though. The only things I see are birdwatchers and random people that don’t look like they are cruising.

Perhaps the cruising occurs when the sun goes down, which sounds frightening to me because I’ve walked through Prospect Park at night—and it is scary. All sorts of creatures alive in the trees. All sorts of scary forest noises.

Hats off to all those dudes getting busy in the dark woods.
That is dedication.
They have balls.

Back to the weather…

Saturday was nice. Got cold again yesterday.
Today is lame and cloudy and rainy.

Here is me outside the post office this afternoon:

Looking a bit miserable and cold and over it all. (Over the weather, that is.)

I was pretty much wearing the same thing on my walk on Saturday, but I felt more carefree.

I think that is what I miss. Carefree fun in warm (not hot) weather.

Ready for it!

Happy Monday,
c

GOODBYE SPRING SUMMER 2010

Hello!

Hope you had a great weekend.
We’ve been pretty busy over here, but I wanted to give you a quick heads up about our sale over at Take Off Your Clothes.

We are welcoming our new SS11 designs and saying goodbye to  SS10.

30% off all SS10 items for 2 weeks.
Then it’s goodbye to them forever!
Stop by the shop and see our new designs for the SS11 season, too!

All this is happening at the Take Off Your Clothes shop.

LOOK WHAT I DID TO MY ID

Have I not been updating regularly? 

I'm sorry. Don't leave. 

It's not you. It's me.

Maybe it's the warmer weather. 

I find myself at a loss for words. 

There's a lot going on outside. 

Almost too much.

Summer is distracting.

I prefer winter so much more. 

It's much easier for me to lounge and cuddle when it's cold outside. 

When it's hot I just lie there in my underwear, cursing the fact that it's hot.

However, we are getting a window unit this upcoming weekend. This excites me. 

Yes, it's the little things in life I enjoy mostly.

Sweaters and ice cream and little dogs. (Not every kind of little dog. I've narrowed it down to three acceptable breeds.)

In other news, Brooklyn Style at the Brooklyn Museum is this weekend! Saturday. There are plenty of cool events going on that day starting at 11AM, but the fashion show starts at 3:30PM and goes on for about an hour.

Ben J. and I are very excited about this opportunity for him to showcase his work at the Brooklyn Museum. 

It will be a preview of his upcoming S/S'11 collection that is inspired by hospitals and fantasy bleeding into reality. 

Surreal, abstract—but wearable and approachable. That's the goal.

The little cabbage himself:

Ben J.

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avant-garde first graders

You should always be nice to your parents, I think.
You shouldn't act like a brat either.

I hate seeing children (especially children my age) be rude/snippy (snappy?) to their parents all the time. I mean, yeah, we all have bad moods that we end up taking out on other people. (Maybe I'm speaking for myself. But I'm sure most of you know what I'm talking about.)

But being rude all the time?
No way.
That's lame.

You should also say "I love you" a lot.
And if you love your friends, you should say it to them, too.

I do.

I haven't eaten yet cuz I was broke and didn't have any money to buy food.
But I got a little bit of cash, so I went to the Fairway and got some pasta stuff. And couscous. And cereal.

Lillian G. (aka Lazy Susan) returned to Austin today. How sad.
And Meredith S. leaves on Monday.
(These are some of my good friends from Texas that I'm referring to.)

I liked having a sense of community here in NYC. But Meredith is moving here in May. And my friends Max and Sarah will be here on the first of April. And Lillian might be back in June or May for an extended stay. So, that should be boss, I hope.

Here's a shirt I made today:

EIGHT ARMS TO SCOLD YOU

EIGHT ARMS TO SCOLD YOU

Remember that Veruca Salt album "Eight Arms to Hold You" with the octopus on the front?
Well, I called this shirt "Eight Arms to SCOLD You"! Get it?! Eh, eh? GET IT?

K I'll stop.

Time to eat.
Buh-bye!

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HOTTIEZ!

It's HOT in Texas AND in my apartment.
And I have a feeling—no, I KNOW that this is just the beginning. =/

sweaty! don’t like summer

I have this weird rash on my shoulder.
I think it's a heat rash.
Do those really exist?

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REQUEST MUTATION and/or mutilation

So far during these past couple of weeks of school I've felt horribly out of place and uncentered. I'm unsure about a lot of things. I don't know how I'm going to do a lot of things. I don't want to do a lot of things.

I really would like to go back to my apartment, but I'd want the comfort of it still feeling like home. I want my mom there when I get home after school (or after hitting up a bar) because being around my family keeps me in check, I think. (My mom is mostly able to do this because I know that she can help me when I need her to; I know that she is more willing to help me.)

It's almost as if everyone's running all around me, doing something, and all the while I'm sitting crosslegged on the floor trying to focus on nothing. Or so it seems. Whatever.

I wish I could quit school. I'm not going to drop out, of course–I'm just tired of it. This seemingly neurotic compulsion to do that which I'm not supposed to do is just too overwhelming right now, and I just can't find a comfortable spot for school.

But I think I'm just typing this, and it's all untrue. Don't listen to me.

On another self-absorbed note, I'm afraid of Eric getting a girlfriend, especially that freshman girl that came with him to drop me off at my mother's. (She's the kind of girl that you see at a really cool band's show, and then you realize how not-so-cool the band is anymore.) I just know how people are with their new boyfriends and girlfriends: they want to spend a lot of time with their love in order to get to know them better, in order to get closer to that moment when they finally fuck. Why don't people just get to the fucking point and just do it? Sheesh. Also, I know how I am–and I probably would begin avoiding Eric because I would hate his girlfriend.

Ugh, pishposh.

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