fall print shoot part the first -

first day, the studio.
stage 4 at smashbox:



the beautiful energy of todd and emily:


the beautiful smiles of gabe, atong, and ingrid:



stan, caitriona, and natalia:


richard, perusing the fall television boards (work in progress):


and a surprise bday for maria, with her ineffably beautiful laugh;

ACCESSORY WAR!

i think the license was a challenge to richard and i :


so we brought our "A" games.
i went for the yellow rims and the lanvin bamboo, resin, and lacquer bangle:


but bitch came back with the motorcyle cop's cap, and the baby phat pendants:


i mean, how does one beat that?

chambray, sky, cobalt, hermes, trout -

it's an ode to blue.
devil in a blue dress :




an unreal renault,
dusty, but that heat-warmed sky blue :





todd in a classic cobalt. and matching hat. and gold scarf.


emily's cognac diamond bangles (bitch),
worn denim,
and classic hermes H belt in blue (hello, kitty):


and a karmann ghia. the owner had just bought it, and told us it was the original color. get this. "trout blue". LOVE :

shadows and silhouettes -

the heat has become oddly intense in los angeles recently.
that has led to hats and headscarves:


sunspots:


and sunflares:


and impressions on concrete:


and balcony ledge:

i blame connie -

she started the whole stupid "hat" thing:



i mean, this could get out of control or something:

agressive grafitti, and the elegance of an underpass -

i love the found quality of urban art.
i love the incredible delicacy of public works from the past.

they both say volumes about the state of their times:

a sudden surge of color -

suddenly, there is all this vivid color, everywhere i turn.
blue (suede) shoes:


big green walls:


red lifeblood sustenance provision vehicles:


goldenrod civic center entrances (exits?):


and the inevitable purple door and brown eyed girl:

maybe they don't know about joyce in hong kong?

here. a list of things this person may not know about:

ric owens.
moseley tribes sunglasses.
lanvin trainers.
cashmere.
christian liaigre furniture.
pit bulls.
rodarte dresses.
10 men magazine.
thom browne (even thom browne for brooks brothers)

you get my point. sometimes people just don't know where to look.

oh come ON. have a little mercy on me . . .

thomas meier is decorating hotel rooms now.


i mean. seriously. why not just rip my heart out. with a spoon.


that's not even to metion the bottega furniture line that's launching:


to add into the desks, lamps, and tabletop from last year.


yes. it's all bottega leather. yes, it's all hand-made.

tenerife, my new home -

as a child,
i was a little obsessed for a few years with fantasy and sci-fi novels.
a little REALLY obsessed (every single piers anthony novel. primarily for the soft-porny way his characters always kind of sort of had sex. every single michael moorcock (stop laughing) novel. primarily because his language was so vividly descriptive. and the hero was an albino.)

and there was this one castle in the elric novels, or maybe it was a kingdom, it's been a long time, that i always thought i would love to live in, simply for the name alone.

Tanelorn.

it was like when i read the novel "rebecca" by daphne dumaurier (great book, go read it.)(now.) and i realized that people NAMED THEIR HOUSES. rebecca lived in a house named "manderley". i thought that was so chic. so insanely chic.

so. . . living in manderley or tanelorn has always been high on my list of things to achieve in life.

imagine my horror / joy upon discovering this:


oh. and it's located on an island called
TENERIFE.

in the MALDIVES.

close enough.

carine roitfeld, anna wintour, kindly step aside -

hell, i think we deserve a cover somewhere . . .

that's what landis said (trois) -

I would rather not be the good example.
I would rather be the exception.

i think it's pretty self-explanatory. the world has plenty of people ready to step up and raise their hands about how good they are. about how straight and narrow, or right down the middle, or pristinely green, they might be. plenty of people ready to be held up as an example, to compare and contrast.

pass.

i think the world needs more contradictions. more gray areas. more less extremes. and more happy inconclusions.

does any one else feel like it's one side or the other? black or white? britney or miley?

i just want to live in the happy real world, where you can be born a republican, become a democrat, and still not think mccain is the devil. or that obama is god.

i want to, maybe, let it be known that it's ok
to not land
on either
side.

or plant one foot squarely on either side,
and just be.

love, pit bull style -

so there grr was, just minding her own business,
and avec clambered up on the sofa,
curled up,
and shoved her head UNDER grr's,
grunted, and fell asleep.

aspiration/inspiration?

this photo . . . flawless.
their marriage? must be pretty close to that as well,
together as long as they have been, in the industry they are in . . . a testament.

so while everything about this moment (her headscarf, the swimsuit pattern, the dog (!), his buddha necklace) is hypnotic in it's language of aspiration (this is our moment, this is our life, this is our statement), it's the reality that has endured that is the real inspiration.

avec tim, et grr -

mr blue eyes,
and his coterie.

(i am not so much the avedon, as the weber of the household.)