Monday, June 29, 2009

cute as a cupcake

the latest design for a birthday gift. The wearer likes bright, fun, funky colors (which i love to put together). made from a vintage pink fabric, with fun stripes and polka dots to play along.

the $10 wedding dress

Saturday, June 27, 2009


"happiness only real when shared"
-chris mcCandless

Friday, June 26, 2009

“Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary.” --Cecil Beaton, photographer and fashion designer

Friday, June 19, 2009

apron for northern hipster

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just worked up this lil diddy to send up north. I'm loving mixed patterns with complementing and similar colors lately. looking good.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

for the birds

so for years, i have been obsessed with sketch pads, and i fully enjoy a brand new one, empty with so much potential. on of my fave parts about these "thought" books is pimping the covers, fully customizing for ample creativity. i had the idea to cover things with contact paper, and heres a lil diddy i created this afternoon. can't wait to fill it with my thouhgts, musings, drawings, ideas, etc. each one if unique to a time period of life. love these things!
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violin + bicycle

this is my friend kelly, she plays the violin like a champ. I like the acoustic sound from the warehouse. joel p west, on bike, is an added bonus

do-si-do booklet

a great tutorial on how to make your own do-si-do notebook!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


what is it about wearing flowers in our hair, that makes us wear the beauty of nature to enhance our own?
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Friday, June 12, 2009

banksy vs bristol

first guitar

i was driving along hwy 101 in encinitas, sipping on my peets coffee, remarking about the magical effect of marshalls, the dollar tree, and lunch with my roommate in the new development of bressi ranch (which reminded me of north carolina). I tend to think of fun events (like for former) and smirk like a goon all by myself while driving about town. this day, however, i grinned.

i drove past moonlight music, next to la Paloma, and a young man, approx 11-14 was walking out with his mom, cradling a brand spanking new fender black and white electric guitar. He was beaming, I was beaming, the June gloom prevented the sun from doing so, BUT it was a tender moment, that I got to experience while simply driving past. I was stoked for this young boy, because i loved the simplicity of being so absolutely elated on a new instrument, in which, I had hopes for him, he spent hours and hours developing his skill, to make something out of the talent.

it was a 10 second viewing if this kids future and potential livlihood, which just made so excited to be alive. I hope that I can bring that youthful passion and 'newness' to everything i do, whether it is a new project, or something that needs to be reignited inside me.

kid: may you be as amped as i was for you and your new hobby.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.
Steve Jobs

north carolina

so i loved north carolina, the southern hospitality, the friendly smiles, darling accent, and the tastes. without further adieu, sweet tea (from heather, my southern belle):

I wanted to pass along the infamous sweet tea recipe to you! We can’t take credit - this is Paula Deen’s recipe. But if it’s Paula’s, you know it is the best recipe around! :) And truly Southern…
7 tea bags (Luzianne is best or Tetley) 1 cup sugar mint sprigs lemon wedges Bring 4 cups water to a boil in a kettle or pot. Add the tea bags & turn off the heat immediately. Place the lid on the kettle or pot and allow the tea to steep for 1 hour! Remove the tea bags and pour the tea into a pitcher. Add the sugar and stir to dissolve. Add 4 cups of cold water. Very important…add sugar to warm tea before adding the 4 cups of cold water. The sugar will dissolve better before the cold water! Serve over ice with a sprig of mint and a lemon wedge. ENJOY !!


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Friday, June 5, 2009

"dont ask yourself what the world needs- ask yourself what makes you come alive & go do that- because what the world needs is people who have come alive"

Howard Thurman

Thursday, June 4, 2009

mutemath: spotlight


graciousness is a very subtle quality, not likely to be remembered after a brief encounter. but those who practice it and infuse it into their entire lives will find it is the quality of their lives most remarked upon by those with whom they have worked or played.

-Hugh Hewitt

chalk animation- fascinating!

Firekites - AUTUMN STORY - chalk animation from Lucinda Schreiber on Vimeo.

"Only as high as I reach can I grow, only as far as I seek can I go, only as deep as I look can I see, only as much as I dream can I be." ~Karen Ravn

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

There is no better time to say hello

There is no better time to say hello

Monday, June 1, 2009 - FEATURES


Supposedly, saying hi is the best way to approach a stranger. hi. No fancy lines, no uhhm, you look familiar. No. All you need in your arsenal is hi. Personally, I like hello better, but that's because I have a mental disorder that makes me want to be different all the time (in neuro-linguistic programming parlance, it makes me a mismatcher). But that's not the point. The point is, there are a few things I need to tell you, and it’s very important that you pay attention. But first: hello.

I am an underkissed, underloved, underhugged man, and I don't have anywhere near enough sex. (And, for the record, I kiss a lot, love a lot, and hug a lot.) Most people I know are underkissed, underloved, underhugged as well—and don't have anywhere near enough sex, either. I know this because when I try to kiss them, love them, hug them (not sooo much when I try to have sex with them), they shudder and their voice trembles as if it's something they've been waiting to feel for a long time.

You should be able to tell if I'm talking about you. If you sit on trains and stare at people's hands in their laps as if they're the most interesting things ever … If you get a little jolt, a thrill, throughout your body when your hand touches another person's in the line at Starbucks … If you recoil quickly during those moments and smile as an apology, but really you’re ablaze with the feeling of momentary skin. If this is you, it likely means one of two things: (1) You are underkissed, underloved, underhugged, and don't have anywhere near enough sex; or (2) You may have just met the (newest) love of your life.

What this means is we have a problem, you and me. We really do. (And yes, most people I meet are in the same boat.) We cannot easily distinguish between a healthy respect for a member of the opposite sex and a romantic attraction. We just want to be hugged and for someone to pleasantly whisper in our ear things like, do you want some tea, sweetie? In search of that, we get sexual. Sometimes, it's good enough to make us feel wonderful for a few days; other times, the moment it ends, you feel a sharp release of acid in you stomach, and your hands get fidgety, and you think to yourself: i. am. sooo. alone. right. now. It happens. To me. (And probably to you, too.)

Clearly, there's a gap in the process. Something that's not being said that could change everything. I don't mean just in words—words are weak. I mean something that's not being communicated in the widest sense. I mean love. (You knew it was coming; don't act surprised.) It is a communication of words and of body parts. Of bellies rubbing together and foot rubs and lips to breasts. It is a communication of gifts, of silences, of hieroglyphic eye-stares. It is a communication of souls.

The communication of love binds us for one conversation, for one evening, for one lifetime. It’s the gravitational pull we sometimes feel to someone. But I'm mixing words. What do I mean by connectivity? by love? by gravitational pulls? What do I do about all the other feelings that words are not strong enough, not worthy enough, to represent?

We'll sort it out here together. All of it. The words. The feelings. The stories. Let's break it down and look at all the parts and processes. I want to talk. I want everyone to walk in the streets and have wonderful conversations with strangers. I want us to feel connected and respected and appreciated. I want us to laugh out loud at nothing and sit on park benches telling our life’s tales to one another. I want us to hold hands. To kiss in cars at red lights. Over dinner. On couches. At the movies like when we were 16. I want us to hug and make love and communicate.

Let's start by saying hi to people like crazy.