Here are my most recent outfits of the day. We take a bunch of photos every day in order to get one decent one out of the bunch. Google photos has been animating the lot to produce these hilarious gifs. You can see how far away Katy is when she takes the pic. We do that to insure I can get my body to fit into the square dimension of Instagram. Should I begin to add these silly things to my Instagram account every so often – just because they are sooo stupid funny or are they just stupid? I have lost perspective.
I started each of the last two school weeks in all black. Black Monday is definitely a thing. I actually wore the same top both times – this BCBG Max Azria cotton top is sensational. I have it in white too and also in white in a crew neck. The quality of this brand is over the top fabulous. I either buy it at www.bcbg.com or Lord & Taylor. Oh, and sometimes at Bloomingdales.
I had these pants hemmed because they were 1 1/4″ too long. Am totally in love with the little slits at the bottom – they are definitely my new favorite thing. Also love that I’m in a size 0!
So anyhow, I am starting to re-run outfits but am still working on changing it up. For one thing, I got a haircut. It will grow back in about a minute; it grows so fast. But this will be fun and different for a while.
I love the above outfit. The top and pants are both Trina Turk. The top is a silk/spandex blend. The color is that rich oxblood it-color from last season that is still very big. I bought my first Trina Turk top in 1999. It’s the one I’m wearing in my profile picture – also a silk/spandex blend and probably my favorite thing in my closet. It’s older than my students but has transcended time in a way that very few fashions can. Surplice front, bishop sleeves and of course, black.
Here is that same BCBG Max Azria top I mentioned – in white but in the crew neck. Found it at the BCBG outlet store in the mall – marked down and 30% off (final sale). Such a great deal!
This dress currently has over fifty likes on Instagram. My most liked posting. The first time I wore it, it was like a ninety degree sauna in school, so I had on sandals and had my hair in a giant bun. But this day, last Thursday, it was much cooler. I was subbing for the teachers who left with students on a field trip and I spent a chunk of the day in an air-conditioned computer lab. I love this dress so much that I got it in white too. Think I’ll wear it tomorrow – students are just about done painting so it might be okay if I’m careful and wear my smock. When I look at this photograph, I miss my hair because most of what is ombre ended up on the salon floor (sad face). But it will grow back.
These Seven For All Mankind jeans are like something out of a dream. I think I spent an hour trying on jeans and these were the last pair. They fit like the ones in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Crazy. Had to have them. And size 25! Yes!
We had a BBQ for my birthday, so I pulled out the boots I bought for my Native American costume (needed them when I taught at Lake Street Elementary – they had a Thanksgiving feast every year where the kids all dressed as Pilgrims and Indians). Love them but would love them even more if they had a heel, which goes without saying. I have this Bailey 44 top in three colors – black, gray and this scarlet red. The shorts zip in back for a really smooth line. They are Trina Turk.
This cotton/silk BCBG Max Azria sweater is reversible. I wore it the other way a couple of weeks ago. I love it both ways! It’s like two for the price of one.
Finally, another Trina Turk dress. The size 2 dimensions are my measurements. It’s like buying couture. This dress looks so much like a flat pattern sloper. The difference is that the fabric is this jersey stretch double-knit and not a muslin draft. It was available in black but I waited too long to get it and missed out on it.
So Trina, oh great goddess of my fashion world, if you are listening and there’s one in your secret dress lair that you’d like to gift me? Then I accept. You are my favorite. <3
It got cold again in the ‘cuse this week after 85 degrees last week, so it was back to sweaters and long sleeves. It also felt right to go neutral palette – black, white, cream, beige, and grey with some navy blue thrown in, which is pretty much my whole wardrobe (heavy on the black).
When I really like something I buy it in several colors. I have the above Bailey 44 top in black and in red, and I have these BCBG Max Azria leggings in black with faux leather and in navy blue.
It’s already been a month since I got my smart phone, a month of different outfits and about a month of school left to go.
Life seems really exciting. I love that feeling I get when something is fun and the universe is filled with things to look forward to, as though it will fulfill its promises. Not sure if that is bad for my art. Lots of artists seem to be brooders, creating work out of anger, misery or melancholy. But I am all into happiness and joy. I want people to feel good when they look at my work, as if they are in on a secret. A secret language that enlightens, if that makes any sense. I am thinking about painting on paper for the “futura” series. That feels right too.
I will have time to paint this summer, but before I do anything I want to work on the business of being an artist and that includes securing venues for exhibitions. I have something in the works for July that I am VERY excited to share but I believe it will have to wait to be revealed, as it is some type of top secret thing-a-ma-gig. Will let you know soon though. I promise.
This week I did a lot of black on the bottom (BB). So far, I have not done a single repeat in clothing or shoes. I like the idea of planning what I’m going to wear for people to see because it’s kind of a fun way to look forward to going to work, so thank you to all of the people who liked my Instagram #ootd (outfit of the day) posts.
I went to a funeral this week. My great aunt died. I know how some of you don’t like being morbid, but I can’t help trying to see a big picture to life when someone I cared about leaves us for good. I know, and I don’t even think about dying at all. I think more about all the living I need to do and the existential quest of what I am supposed to be accomplishing, as though I had a plan before I was born. I am supposed to find something or someone in a search for happiness, as if I had a bet with someone up there in the ether that even within the parameters of the life I was given, I’ve been challenged to still find it. Whatever that may be.
It reminds me of the famous Robert Rauschenberg story of the Erased DeKooning piece. In the video made at the time of the 1997 Guggenheim retrospective, Rauschenberg talked about how he had been doing a series of white paintings and he had conceived the notion of erasing a work making it white again (the paper). The idea of the process backwards, you see? It is such a cerebral notion for a guy who spent a lifetime laughing.
He decided he wanted to erase someone else’s piece since erasing your own would have this feeling that you already knew how it was made, so it would be a lot easier to erase your own work. You know how much pressure you had placed on the pencil and how much elbow grease it would require to get rid of those marks. That makes sense, right?
So he went over to DeKooning’s, a formidable guy even sober. He knocked – the artist didn’t answer at first and he thought, okay so the idea has now died. I tried and knocked and …nothing. Done and done.
But DeKooning answered, let him in, closed the door behind him and stood in front of it so that Rauschenberg couldn’t escape after announcing his query – in the back of his mind he thought for sure that DeKooning would beat the crap out of him.
But instead, DeKooning said something like. “Okay, I understand what you’re asking. I’m going to give you something hard to erase.” He handed Rauschenberg a drawing made with charcoal and paint and other materials, and Rauschenberg spent months trying to erase it.
It was a challenge, and that made the idea more fun. And as much as non-artists scrunch up their noses and think that’s not art with an Emperor’s New Clothes mentality, you really have to admit that it took loads of time and a lot of work to erase that art. So in essence, it was and is artwork.
Art history scholars tend to relay it as a message delineating the changing of the guard from Abstract Expressionism to the new Pop Art establishment, but Rauschenberg himself insisted that was not his intent.
No matter what we do, people will put their own spin on things. Kim Kardashian and Jennifer Lopez are Instagramming like clockwork, and they take the good and take the bad along with it, the negative-nellies who voice their harassment of the selfie variety, and can be very harsh in doing so.
I won’t let that stop me from continuing my journey. I am having fun with the fashion stuff, which was heavy on the Banana (Republic) this week.
In light of the death, my parents were talking about buying their plots this week. Preparing for the inevitable in a way to reduce our stress when the time comes. My great-grandfather bought one extra plot a long time ago and Mom and Dad were thinking of trading it in for their two – but that spot is like my perfect spot. It is a short walk from my great aunt and uncle’s graves, overlooking the Comstock Art facility, which is next to Manley Field House at Syracuse University. I kind of want to keep it for myself. It seemed familiar, like a part of the puzzle that made sense but didn’t….
It really is surreal to think of ending up there. Like, what? That’s all this was? Me, dead, with a view of my art school, along with a giant oak tree and a huge gravestone marked MILLER? What is that supposed to mean? I mean, I know.