Monday, June 30, 2008

Proper Matter


Life is really great.
I have been feeling like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.
Or my eyes now see clearer than ever.
I have amazing things going on. No time or room in my life for nonsense trying to get me down.
"But I'm good at being uncomfortable, so
I can't stop changing all the time"

SPRING-AHEAD 2009


Double Denim


Royal Rainbow



Peach Perfect


Bodysuit


Double-breasted



Bigger & Bolder




Pajama Party



Washed Out


Florals

Monday, June 23, 2008

Let's get a party started right






*ESSENTIALS*

Ok, Today was my birthday.
It was such a great day, truly.
Weather was beautiful, had lunch with my lady BJ, and heard from lots of people.
And although I did not hear from the 3 most important men in my life until 8PM,
..they all came through within 10 minutes of each other.
Life is funny.

And really only the 1 voicemail is all I needed.
"Hey Sagen, I just flipped my phone on to wish you a happy birthday.
I um haven't been around, just busy putting my show together.
But I just wanted to call and say happy birthday, I hope you're having
a wonderful and beautiful day. Alright, bye"

On another note,
I got a Marc Jacobs handbag for my birthday!
I'll post pictures with my new baby soon

A MUST THIS SEASON (TURNING HEADS):


I will go to sleep tonight with a smile on my face.


"All my life is on me now, hail the pages turning
And the futures on the bound, hell dont know my fury
Youre all I need, youre all I need, youre all I need
Youre all I need, youre all I need, youre all I need
Youre all I need - and maybe some faith would
Do me good
I dont know what Im doing, dont know should i
Change my mind, I cant decide, theres too many
Variations to consider
No thing I do dont do no thing but bring me
More to do,
Its true, I do imbue my blue unto myself,
I make it bitter
Baby, lay your head on my lap one more time
Tell me you belong to me
Baby say that its all gonna be alright
I believe that it isnt."

Sunday, June 22, 2008

History Repeats Itself



I wonder why I can relate SO MUCH to Fiona Apple's entire album...
When The Pawn Hits (written/recorded circa 1999)









*Get Gone -(track 9)
How many times do I have to say
To get away-get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses
Humble dwelling
You got your game, made your shot, and you got away
With a lot, but I'm not turned-on
So put away that meat you're selling
Cause I do know what's good for me-
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me
How many times can it escalate
Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize, then realize that it's no
Sacrifice, because the price is paid, and
There's nothing left to grieve
Fucking go-
Cause I've done what I could for you, and I do know what's
Good for me and I'm not benefiting, instead
I'm sitting singing again, singing again, singing again,
Sing, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this; he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a
Shit about me

Friday, June 20, 2008

Incomplete.



"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot. The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd."


I spent the day with my mother yesterday. It was lovely. We wanted to try a new veg spot in the city (as usual) so we went to...


Zen Palate
W 46th St & 9th Ave,,

Also shopped, I picked myself up some Calvin Klein undies (so classic, so cute) and also a Betsey Johnson sheer lime green and black 50's style negligee. I need something to sleep in at night now.

I really don't know what I would do without her. Especially in a time like now with how empty I am feeling inside. It ends up being the little things that make you crash the most. Like finding yourself waking up in the middle of the night not from snoring or because he has intertwined himself so much with your body that you can't breathe, but instead bad, bad dreams.

This is by far one of the hardest things I've gone through in quite some time. Everything is just very different.
It's like you're missing the sprinkles on your sundae. They are not necessary, but its nice to have them. You don't need them, you can get on without them. But for the time being, all you're going to be thinking about and wanting and missing are those sprinkles.

They completed your sundae.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

My Life In A Picture Storybook

My Three Current Daily Saviors:




Motivation:


Helmut Newton, Self-Portrait with Wife and Model,
Vogue Studio, Paris, 1981. Gelatin silver print.

Inspiration:


Where my Life is Headed:


..Lastly, but certainly not least

What's Missing from My Life:


"The Magic Is Gone"

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Don't Speak, I can hear you

I had to get an entire new hard-drive replaced in this bad boy. I don't get it, we haven't even been together for a full year.
Apple, you are slacking!

I was also up until 430AM putting together basically a look book for one of my classes.. blah blah what is hot right now in swimwear 08 fashion. However, fortunately I had my roomie Kristina to help, because yesterday was a day where there literally wasn't enough time in the day to do what I needed to do. I have a lot of those.

I'm really looking forward to getting away. Even though it may not be until a few weeks, it's something sweet to look forward to.
I will spend my 4th of July weekend in the Hamptons. Party with the elite.


I have a birthday coming up. I need a new handbag





Any of these will do.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Express Yourself, Don't Repress Yourself

I've been feeling rather pukey on and off all day.
Almost like 10 minute intervals throughout the day (and now night) where I feel so nauseous.
I look 4 months pregnant- although I'm not.
The past few days I've had the feeling my half-Russian is bored with me.

Its the moments that suck when you realize your relationship sucks at moments



On that note,
Natalie Portman is my idol.


in Givenchy Haute Couture at Cannes.


in Balmain with a bolero jacket by Lanvin.

I absolutely love when people tell me I resemble her. Compliment & 1/2!

Tomorrow is Monday, my fellow supermodel ladyfriend Brittany is coming to visit me for 3 days! Cannot wait.
I hope this week looks up! Wait, I'm just very menstrual.
I didn't see the Sex and The City movie the night it came out, sue me.

Wakey wakey up to my nose in a fashion retail buying textbook!

R.I.P



August 1, 1936 - June 1, 2008

Yves Saint Laurent, who exploded on the fashion scene in 1958 as the boy-wonder successor to Christian Dior and endured as one of the best-known and most influential couturiers of the second half of the 20th century, died on June 1 in Paris. He was 71.

The fashion career of Yves Saint Laurent was highlighted by a central paradox. The designer who arguably did more to advance fashion than any other of his generation pointed the way to the future by consistently reviving the past. His enduring fascination with more gracious or, perhaps, more vital times, informed his refined, theatrical aesthetic and made him the most influential designer of his day. His celebrated fashions of the ’60s and the ’70s continue to inspire younger generations.

Saint Laurent achieved his greatest triumphs in the midst of a notoriously turbulent emotional life, giving him mythical stature in his own time. Born Yves Henri Donat Mathieu-Saint-Laurent in Oran, Algeria, he seemed intent on burnishing that myth from an early age. Precociously, he entered a design contest while still in his teens and won the attention of Christian Dior, who eventually tapped him to take over his legendary fashion house. In 1958, shortly after Dior's death, Saint Laurent, then 21, was credited with saving the moribund house of Dior with his Trapeze line, displaying a daring that would flourish through much of his career. The beat-inspired biker jackets and turtleneck sweaters of his next, and last, collection for Dior were widely disparaged yet sealed his reputation as a designer who elevated the look of the streets to haute couture.


In 1962, he opened his own fashion house, and during the next decades designed androgynous looks like his safari jacket with tight pants and thigh-high boots and, most memorably, Le Smoking, the classic tuxedo suit for women.

Throughout his career, Saint Laurent was visibly indebted to the work of mid-20th-century painters including Braque, Picasso and Mondrian and the flamboyant fashions of earlier eras. He reinterpreted the belle époque, the ’30s and ’40s, incensing critics in 1971 by unveiling his ’40s-inflected square-shouldered silhouette, which became a dominant look of the decade. His interpretation of the pantsuit has been credited with revolutionizing the way women dress.

“Chanel gave liberation of the body to women,” said Pierre Bergé, his onetime companion and lifetime business partner, “and Saint Laurent gave power to women with the men’s clothes.”

In 1966, Saint Laurent introduced Rive Gauche, a ready-to-wear collection, and a boutique of the same name. He was the first designer to use black models in his runway shows.

He was embraced by the haute monde; his clients and muses included aristocratic young women like Loulou de la Falaise and Parisian social pillars like Marie-Hélène de Rothschild, and the iconic French actress Catherine Deneuve. In 1983 he became the first living fashion designer to be honored with a show at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Saint Laurent’s career was famously marred by repeated episodes of substance abuse that injured his health. By the ’90s, his designs were often little more than reprises of his greatest hits. In 1998, he sold his ready-to-wear house to Gucci Group, leaving him and Mr. Bergé with only the couture. With Mr. Bergé, he created a foundation in Paris to commemorate the history of the house of YSL, an archive of 15,000 objects and 5,000 pieces of clothing. He retired in 2002 and had become increasingly reclusive, spending much of his time at his house in Marrakech, in Morocco.

www.nytimes.com