Sunday, November 10, 2013

SUNDAY NOVEMBER 10th 8:03 PM

Sometimes, the best part of my day is crawling into bed. Especially on a Sunday.

Monday, October 21, 2013

HEART THROBS

iceland
empire of the sun- I'll be around
pies & thighs
tunics
gold
black
dangeruss
cous cous

Sunday, October 20, 2013

" I think I sleep better when I eat cheese before bed." -Alyssa D'Orazio, New York, New York, 9:38 PM.

Monday, October 7, 2013

WHY WRITE????

Why do I spend so much time at this broken down typewriter? Isn't it just a big waste of time? I could watch television or get into a game of cards or some other recreation. And what is so great about writing? There is an answer and I will try to tell about why in the following paragraphs. 

Something happens to the inner side of me when I sit down to type. I just get completely lost in what I am doing. It is just like I have entered a different world. My imagination is at it's highest peek. I am kind of floating in a sea of thoughts. I am lost in thought, please don't disturb. I want to be alone. 

The spoken word is very volatile. It disappears into the atmosphere and does not stay with us. It is gone until spoken again. It only has instant impact. Words are usually soon forgotten. 
A written message is different, it does not disappear and can not be altered, unless rewritten. Interpretations by others might differ, but the wording remains the same. 

Some times I have an instant desire to say something, but when I do say it it doesn't come out right. What I say and what I mean are often different. I am not a good speaker. But, let me at this old typewriter biding my time, I think I do a much better job of expressing my true feelings. Some thing just builds inside of me and my one finger just keeps on telling me what I am thinking. I think That I do a better job when this old machine and I are to-gether. We get along. I just love to type. Ideas come easier when I do. I wish I had found this out earlier in my life. 

ROLAND BARTELS
504 Oak Pk Dr. 
Shawano Wisc. 54166.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

bird of a different feather.

Junya's juxtaposition between lightweight knits and excessive hardware fit together seamlessly. He presented his collection with a sense of effortlessness.Plus, I cannot resist a good headpiece... so, for the moment, Junya conquers Paris Fashion Week flawlessly. 

Sunday, September 15, 2013





Lightweight, turban style, head wraps, hoods, streetwear, layers, sportswear, vibrance, casual X eveningwear, mesh, neoprene, chiffons, sheer, loose, embellished, fringe, statement neckpiece, leather.
Raw edges.
Blazer on with gold chain and clip, all white, all black, skater skirts.
Lazer cut, allure, structured, geometric, Carhart, wet hair, cuffs, american horror story X Health Ledger, muted hues, return to craft, hand painted python, bold belts, metal and leather jewelry, long layers, veils, macramé, quilted bibs, elemental.
xx
SS14.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Manic Mornings








Thoughtfully still, clouded and clear, heartless spirit, mindlessly racing, enlightened, provoking, suffocating clarity, up down, chained freedom, silence, clamor, bleakness, euphoric warmth, death, life.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Trend Tablet





Lidewij Edelkoort, who started Trend Union as her forecasting agency is nothing less than brilliant. For those of us who cannot afford to break the bank with a subscription to her work...check this out: Edelkoort has a social media platform (linked here) that "explains how trends grow, evolve and flow; helping us to better perceive and understand how they interact with our daily life". 
Images sourced from Trend Tablet.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Everything is beautiful but everything is ugly. 

One minute you find yourself at peace on the train amongst the sea of strangers, the next, you want to murder the person next to you. 

Dinner was one hundred a person, or dinner was one dollar pizza night. 

You are completely enthralled in the social scene, yet the next night it feels lonely amongst the crowds.

Running a million miles a minute and yet time couldn't move any slower while waiting for the crazy lady in the check out lane at Duane Reade.

Dirty and sweating through everything trying to make a meeting on time, then dressed up to stay up all night. 

New York is the city of contradiction. 

A gorgeous contradiction when you sit on a friend's roof in the Bronx sharing drinks, the lights from the city glowing just across the way. 

Sunday, July 28, 2013