Archive for August, 2008

David Ellis installation at the Theory store in NYC

Tuesday, August 19th, 2008

Just wanted to shout out David Ellis’s amazing piece for the Theory store in Manhattan- a marriage of painting and performance and awesomeness. I find it super cool that the bastion of super safe but elegant work attire commissioned this. I had the great pleasure of working with Mr. Ellis on a massive HIV awareness project in Philadelphia a few years back and he is an amazingly talented individual. Check out this vid from New York magazine’s website- true this was in April, but VF just ran a piece about him this month:

http://video.nymag.com/?fr_story=8264f4ccc92f17fcf9b60f5d403ef80d19ed11e9&rf=sitemap

 

 

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Jet set chic and the like…

Monday, August 11th, 2008

Hello world. I have always been obsessed with global chic and love to work with people who have similar tastes. Just got an email from a friend of mine, Mobolaji Dawodu, who is an amazing stylist/consultant and excellent arbiter of global chic. To me that means embracing the world around you and loving style that is one part gypsy, one part rock and roll street and ten parts timeless. I just adore his aesthetic and his work…he is super connected to beauty in all creeds and colors and I just love his taste. His site is www.mobolajidawodu.com. If you ever need someone with an incredible POV on what the world wears now he is your man.

I’m dreaming of souks today

Wednesday, August 6th, 2008

I have lots of paperwork to do today. It seems that there are more and more forms to fill out these days and not sure I can bear it. So instead I dream of a quick jaunt to Morocco where I will shop for caftans, learn how to cook a proper tagine, and wear lots and lots of gold jewelry. I think La Mamounia would be perfectly suited to my need for luxury- I will sit on low cushions and drink mint tea and be intoxicated by the flow of the language and the dappled light. I have always loved Moroccan design- it appeals to my obsession with hippie chic. Or perhaps I am just having a Debra Winger moment? Who knows. I just want to eat figs and laze languidly and stare at the sun.