You are the picture to my frame.
I, being the frame, would do almost anything to keep the picture safe.
Through glass exterior you would be seen. Seen but not touched.
Because baby...you know that deep down you only like the way I keep you around.
You like the way I hold you at all angles. You like that I don't usually miss a spot.
You like the feeling of consistency, the concept of ''togetherness''.
Picture this, my picture.
I am but only a frame. You are the center piece. The focal point. I am merely a surrounding. You get the thrill, and I get a chill when I press you.
It keeps me coming back for more. It makes me want to do tricks for you like showing you how long I can stay on a wall before falling or wobbling. I know everything is going to be a-okay, but do you feel alive on my glass? Do you? You know...this glass has your name on it. It usually doesn't fit most pictures anyways.
Most pictures are either always trying to be too big, or they just don't have the 'ummmf' to be big enough.
You're just right. You put me to sleep at night, picture.
From,
the frame.
X
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
The Deconstruction of the Celebrity
In the celebrity world, many have others to help them do what many people would normally do on their own. They have advisors, stylists, hair/make-up, etc...
Do you see why celebrities are boring in that sense?
They do not understand that time is ticking and people are waiting. They are waiting for something new. That's why they would rather see people with elephants on their heads now. Start shaping and re-inventing the word innovation.
They are the mind, celebs are the body, the media is the soul.
Little to they understand what they are doing to themselves. With the help of others they are detaching themselves from their own choices. They are playing the role of a mannequin, patiently waiting by the shelf to be changed again for the next event or showcasing. That's very disappointing to see.
Do you see why celebrities are boring in that sense?
THEY ARE CONSTANTLY TOLD WHAT TO WEAR. If only they found their own sense of fashion to mirror the world then they would finally be set free.
They do not understand that time is ticking and people are waiting. They are waiting for something new. That's why they would rather see people with elephants on their heads now. Start shaping and re-inventing the word innovation. Fashion is a social commentary on your character. It is an explanation to your demonstration. Don't take it lightly.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Interview - Kermit Tesoro
My dear friend Kermit Tesoro is no one knew to the scene of fashion.
He embraces it with full force.
We talked over biscuits....
Kermit - Thank you! Basically the heels are just representation of my mild iconoclasm on women’s heels. Skulls may very interpretations. All I know is that skull is measured as the seat of intelligence.
Kermit - When I design, I usually submit my consciousness in to a blank pit hole. I just don’t want my works to be too imposed. Maybe that pit hole has dark tendencies.
Kermit - I’d like to work with anyone who shares the same vision and my muse hasn’t discovered me yet…
Kermit - Avant-garde in fashion is becoming more pronounced and I’m very fascinated with ideas that extend beyond other art disciplines. I agree, it’s like a movement of fashion and art eugenics. And I am just part of the insurgency that promotes and practices the idea.
Kermit - What Ive seen and what I see in my work keeps me working with the next experiment. And what I don’t want to witness in my works is regression.
Kermit - I hope so!
Kermit - Maybe I’m answering another different set of questions from your interview.
Good answer, Kermit.Good answer....
He embraces it with full force.
We talked over biscuits....
Xtina - I must say I love this picture. It gives me a really McQueen/Damien Hirst feel to it.What inspired those heels?
Kermit - Thank you! Basically the heels are just representation of my mild iconoclasm on women’s heels. Skulls may very interpretations. All I know is that skull is measured as the seat of intelligence.
Xtina - You give very dark undertones within your work. How do you describe your taste in terms of your own fashion?
Kermit - When I design, I usually submit my consciousness in to a blank pit hole. I just don’t want my works to be too imposed. Maybe that pit hole has dark tendencies.
Xtina - Who would you love to work with? Who is your muse?
Xtina - What makes you so attracted to this sort of ''avant-garde, playful rollercoaster'' shape to fashion? I certainly don't blame you, once you are in there is no turning back. Life becomes boring.
Xtina - What do you want seen in your work? What don't you want seen in your work?
Kermit - What Ive seen and what I see in my work keeps me working with the next experiment. And what I don’t want to witness in my works is regression.
Xtina - I want to see you shaking Gareth Pugh's hand. Can you make this possible? HA!
Xtina - What can we expect in the future from you? Where do you see yourself in say....5 years.
Kermit - Maybe I’m answering another different set of questions from your interview.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
The Fight (The Screenplay)
I have been living through this metaphor lately.
This is the picture :
There are two kinds of blood cells in our body. Red blood cells and white blood cells.
They of course, pertain to different purposes within the system.
Unfortunately enough they coincide and ultimately work together as a team.
Naturally there are less white cells than red ones. The red ones like to overpower and take charge of the white ones. Little do they know that the white ones have a heavy weight they must carry over their shoulders.
They aren't often used because they don't seem to be of use to individuals. They do not realize that without them they cannot heal. They cannot feel.
The white cells are white for a reason. They are pure, and their intent are good. They are filled with innocence that bore the red cells. You see...the red cells are hot-headed. Red = their outrage against life (even though their organic nature is to live). They are impulsive, rebellious creatures with a nature that feeds off of power and misplaced energy. The white cells share energy from others. They are very efficient in that manner. Red blood cells are in a constant state of fury, they are always left empty even though they have it all. Red blood cells are everywhere there is no denying that. Red cells are white's truest weakness. White cells try to part ways in a very quite manner even though the red wants to make it two way street. White and red do not mix.
As much as Body needs white cells, they only come out and play for a few moments. Only when Body asks for it to. But the red...oh the red is always there. Body always needs red. Body begs it not to change or leave. But white is dying inside...dying to tell Body how arrogant red cells are. Me and you both know that Body enjoys the white and red battlefield. In fact, thrives off it. This is a form of entertainment to all organs of Body.
I am a white cell living in a red celled society. What do I do?
This is the picture :
There are two kinds of blood cells in our body. Red blood cells and white blood cells.
They of course, pertain to different purposes within the system.
Unfortunately enough they coincide and ultimately work together as a team.
Naturally there are less white cells than red ones. The red ones like to overpower and take charge of the white ones. Little do they know that the white ones have a heavy weight they must carry over their shoulders.
They aren't often used because they don't seem to be of use to individuals. They do not realize that without them they cannot heal. They cannot feel.
The white cells are white for a reason. They are pure, and their intent are good. They are filled with innocence that bore the red cells. You see...the red cells are hot-headed. Red = their outrage against life (even though their organic nature is to live). They are impulsive, rebellious creatures with a nature that feeds off of power and misplaced energy. The white cells share energy from others. They are very efficient in that manner. Red blood cells are in a constant state of fury, they are always left empty even though they have it all. Red blood cells are everywhere there is no denying that. Red cells are white's truest weakness. White cells try to part ways in a very quite manner even though the red wants to make it two way street. White and red do not mix.
As much as Body needs white cells, they only come out and play for a few moments. Only when Body asks for it to. But the red...oh the red is always there. Body always needs red. Body begs it not to change or leave. But white is dying inside...dying to tell Body how arrogant red cells are. Me and you both know that Body enjoys the white and red battlefield. In fact, thrives off it. This is a form of entertainment to all organs of Body.
I am a white cell living in a red celled society. What do I do?
Bringing Back Fashion
I want to bring the element of edge back into society. Real edge.
Not the edge that many of you perceive to be ''a pair of shoulder pads''. Though that was cutting edge two years ago, now it's like a good worn out sweater. Hand it up in your closet baby.
It's time for something new, something that involves a frightening smile.
Fear and pleasure is the best recipe for disaster and so it hit me.
1) Brass Knuckles
In any form.
Edge in its best form. Violence should be fashionable too.
I have been on a brass knuckles crave for a long time now.
2) The next festivity not many know of (which is why I absolutely LOVE it). My main desire. Heelbags. Heelbags are a rarity but when the right one is found it is bliss. The higher the better.
They are transettic is kills.
Not the edge that many of you perceive to be ''a pair of shoulder pads''. Though that was cutting edge two years ago, now it's like a good worn out sweater. Hand it up in your closet baby.
It's time for something new, something that involves a frightening smile.
Fear and pleasure is the best recipe for disaster and so it hit me.
1) Brass Knuckles
In any form.
I have been on a brass knuckles crave for a long time now.
2) The next festivity not many know of (which is why I absolutely LOVE it). My main desire. Heelbags. Heelbags are a rarity but when the right one is found it is bliss. The higher the better.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Diversity
It seems to be as though in this world as much as we have grown to learn to embrace universality and diversity...we still cling to cliched ''grouping''.
Everyone HAS to fall somewhere, but I belong nowhere. I take bits and pieces of groups I rather gravitate towards and carry on from there. They call this process ''eclectic''.
So what is the end result of individuals such as myself? What happens to me? Where is my stand?
I think I have recently realized that I should HAVE no stand. I don't need another hand.
I reminisced on my life,and why God gave me the plan he did (as lonely as it may feel sometimes). A few months I had created :Transettic.
Transettic : To set regulations, rules, trends, and movements. To trend set.
Transetting would not involve this above. A transettic person would not be there.
A transettic person would sit by themselves, walk strong alone, and feed off of energy.
Many would argue that this is a lonely road. But I beg to differ.
In truth, this is the only way to really find yourself. Finding yourself without the thoughts and opinion of others lingering around your mindframe aids to this. They say that you are who you are with.
Your character defines your friends. This is why transettic people do not have any/many friends.
They choose to keep a few, and keep them conjoined and mysterious.
This leaves the element of mystery with a hint of privacy.
The next time you enlist me under a label I will merely chuckle because little do you know that my definition of social grouping is soon to change the world. I cannot wait until ''transettic'' hits dictionaries and minds of confused children.
So I accept the consequences/risks that has to come with the idea of being transettic.
It is a lonely road to reach the top, but I know nothing in my way will make me stop.
Everyone HAS to fall somewhere, but I belong nowhere. I take bits and pieces of groups I rather gravitate towards and carry on from there. They call this process ''eclectic''.
So what is the end result of individuals such as myself? What happens to me? Where is my stand?
I think I have recently realized that I should HAVE no stand. I don't need another hand.
I reminisced on my life,and why God gave me the plan he did (as lonely as it may feel sometimes). A few months I had created :Transettic.
Transettic : To set regulations, rules, trends, and movements. To trend set.
A transettic person would sit by themselves, walk strong alone, and feed off of energy.
Many would argue that this is a lonely road. But I beg to differ.
In truth, this is the only way to really find yourself. Finding yourself without the thoughts and opinion of others lingering around your mindframe aids to this. They say that you are who you are with.
Your character defines your friends. This is why transettic people do not have any/many friends.
They choose to keep a few, and keep them conjoined and mysterious.
This leaves the element of mystery with a hint of privacy.
The next time you enlist me under a label I will merely chuckle because little do you know that my definition of social grouping is soon to change the world. I cannot wait until ''transettic'' hits dictionaries and minds of confused children.
So I accept the consequences/risks that has to come with the idea of being transettic.
It is a lonely road to reach the top, but I know nothing in my way will make me stop.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Interview - Yuima Nakazato
Yuima Nakazato.
For those of you that aren't familiar of his work, he is known for his ....outland-ish taste.
Xtina : Alright sweetheart are you ready?
What made you interested to follow through with the fashion world?
Yuima: I was expressing myself by fashion what I wearing since when I was in my childhood.
I think it was influence of the street fashion movement in Tokyo when I was a high school student.
So, it was not influence from the designers, it was from the street.
Xtina : You're making me want to take a trip to Japan mister! So what exactly inspired your new collection? I had seen your work for FALL/WINTER 2010...and though...wow. The big hair, the distorted wings, etc...This is beautiful, but I wonder what the f*** was going on in his head! Its genius! So do guide me to your vision.
Yuima : I imagine that imaginary human, is an animal, human, man and women, machine, these elements are together in one body. It is a superior human. Image of cold & fire.
Yuima : For the costume design, It was great experience for me. Its great process to create costume for just especially one person.
Yuima : I have got inspiration from the Leonard Da Vinci's imagination. His starting points are that his imagination went further than our imagination... So I went to the past world, and try to see future...
Xtina : I love that line. Went to the past to see the future. Beautiful. When you work, do you like to surrounded by people, or do you like to work in solitude? (We all know how some people can be you know!)
Yuima : When I started thinking, I need to be solitude. But other work, together with people is more fun!
Xtina : I'm the same way. What is your goal for the future? Where do you want this fashion statement to take you?
Yuima : At this point, my imagination is able to realize only 20%...I wish one day would be possible to realize what I imagine... I need more experience and learn many things...
Xtina : Oh, how you and I are not so different after all! You are very philosophical. You enjoy working with very abstract shapes. Do you think that the geometric shapes can be worn on a daily basis, or are they just a fashion statement really?
Yuima : In my concept, I believe that geometric and the organic form should be become together... So I always search the form that be living both together...
And that was the end of that round...
I must say he was the biggest sweetheart though. Very modest.
The fashion world cannot wait to see more of you. That's an understatement. Love ya, babe!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Italo Calvino
Italo, I have been sewing my soul on your pockethole.
I have really been enjoying your presence lately.
Come by more often, please. The classroom is soon to be your second home.
I must say our teacher has taste. A specific taste bud.
The tongue is sweet. Top dollar elegance.
I can appreciate a righteous tongue.
Italo even had films done by him. You know you have to be fabulous to gain such a status.
He also won a Nobel Prize for Literature. I salute you.
One of his best works : ''If on a winter's night a traveler'' (wrote in 1979).....
The content is playful and intriguing. It is what some would call ''confusing'', but I enjoy a few question marks popping up here and there. Makes me think.
Thank you for such bliss, Calvino. A lot of imagery seeps through your work, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Set me free because I'm not running.
I have really been enjoying your presence lately.
Come by more often, please. The classroom is soon to be your second home.
I must say our teacher has taste. A specific taste bud.
The tongue is sweet. Top dollar elegance.
I can appreciate a righteous tongue.
Italo even had films done by him. You know you have to be fabulous to gain such a status.
He also won a Nobel Prize for Literature. I salute you.
One of his best works : ''If on a winter's night a traveler'' (wrote in 1979).....
The content is playful and intriguing. It is what some would call ''confusing'', but I enjoy a few question marks popping up here and there. Makes me think.
Thank you for such bliss, Calvino. A lot of imagery seeps through your work, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Set me free because I'm not running.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
The Discovery of Rilke....
Ever since I started to study Rainer Maria Rilke in school, I couldn't put him down.
I don't know if it's because of his addicting ideologies.
Or because I see a lot of myself in him and his thought processes.
He exposed what he believed was the truth, and spoke just that.
He was honest, in a world where the truth has now become a scandal...
that's all people were really searching for.
I collected my favourite Rilke quotes :
''A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've been throughout your whole relationship.''
''I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.''
''Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.''
''Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.''
''The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.''
I don't know if it's because of his addicting ideologies.
Or because I see a lot of myself in him and his thought processes.
He exposed what he believed was the truth, and spoke just that.
He was honest, in a world where the truth has now become a scandal...
that's all people were really searching for.
I collected my favourite Rilke quotes :
''A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them - they're who they've been throughout your whole relationship.''
''I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.''
''Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.''
''Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.''
''The deepest experience of the creator is feminine, for it is experience of receiving and bearing.''
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