Adolfo Sanchez Fall/Winter 2013 Nolcha Fashion Week

Adolfo is a young Designer based in Los Angeles; who launched his first collection back in 2006. This time around February 13^th, his runway show was held at Nolcha Fashion week here in NYC.

EMERSON by Jackie Fraser-Swan Fall 2013

On a late, cold, Sunday evening, after a weekend of snow, young fashion savvy darlings gathered at the Lincoln Center to attend the show of a young up and coming designer. Jackie Fraser-Swan is based in Boston’s Newbury Street shopping district. The name of the brand “EMERSON” is her middle name as well as the name of one of her ancestors’ philosopher and poet Ralph Waldo Emerson. 

Boy Meets Girl Fall 13

Angel Sanchez Spring 13

Here we go again. .

Daniela

The look in your eyes. .

A couple of months ago I was featured along with other photography students in a small exhibit. These were the pictures selected for it. This month the story repeats; I am am working on the upcoming exhibit for September 19. Right after Fashion Week, which gives the opportunity to get great shots. 

Wish me luck, It will be in a small venue by Union Square here in NYC, I'll keep you posted!!

Photos by: Natalie

Artist Statement

I came across Paul Shoemaker's Artist Statement. Still can't believe how good and truthful it is, I had to share..

"There is power in drawing a single line.  The moment someone chooses to create something, be it a piece of visual art, a poem, a song or even a single, solitary line, all creativity is a testament to the human condition.  The sheer act of expressing a thought is defined by its own creation. Created all alone and in secret, a piece of art can be unseen for ages, but the decisive act to create a work at all, labels it with a life—a beginning and someday an end.

The meaning of art is different for everyone even the creator.  The multiple circumstantial elements, that are complex, intuitive, and subversive, can ultimately never be fully explained by a historian, a viewer, or even by the artist.  Therefore, the unacknowledged exchanges found in creative expression become unimaginably exponential.  That is what makes such expression, particularly visual expression, so incredibly important.  Art acknowledges our existence and the things we create take on their own existence beyond any control.  

Today, the challenge of making art is an international challenge.  With technology and information inherently imbedded within our global society, the question of the individual versus the world comes to the forefront.  We are forced to recognize both the identity of self and the world’s identity.  What is sustainable in our material condition?  And what is the physiological status (progressive or degenerative) of our universal existence?  

I create because I cannot attempt to answer everything or anything.  It is merely an attempt.  It is based on the thought that the Idea is sacred.  Art was liberated with what was deemed “Modern” from strictly aesthetic confines.  In my opinion, creation today is formatted to the aesthetic of the mind combined back into the aesthetic of the eye. 

So now what?  

There is too much cynicism.  The negativity of our time is overwhelming.  Has technology and media developed us to become too good for anything sentimental?  Our minds are constantly overloaded with information, much more so than a couple decades ago.  The power of expression is an instrument that acknowledges the potential in life.  In living.  

The exchange of words, of time, and of ideas becomes my premise.  History is not stagnant, old, or antiquated.  History is alive, thrashing, and spills into each of my footsteps on the sidewalk.  History is tactile and fluid.  I become haunted by history and the future, combined into a physical and mental challenge.  

Why do I create?  Because a line has to be drawn." 

-Paul Shoemaker

Chanel inspiration..

I found this on Nina Garcia's blog.. 
Is the poem that inspired the latest Karl Lagerfeld collection for Chanel.


Enjoy!

Colloque Sentimental

Paul Verlaine

In the deserted park, silent and vast,

Erewhile two shadowy glimmering figures passed.

Their lips were colorless, and dead their eyes; 

Their words were scarce more audible than sighs.

In the deserted park, silent and vast, 

Two spectres conjured up the buried past.

“Our ancient ecstasy, do you recall?” 

“Why, pray, should I remember it at all?”

“Does still your heart at mention of me glow? 

Do still you see my soul in slumber?” “No!”

“Ah, blessed, blissful days when our lips met! You loved me so!” 

“Quite likely,—I forget.” “How sweet was hope, the sky how blue and fair!”

“The sky grew black, the hope became despair.” Thus walked they ’mid the frozen weeds, these dead, 

And Night alone o’erheard the things they said.

Translated by Gertrude Hall

found on http://chanel-news.chanel.com/en/

P.S. sorry if I have been absent, but my life gave a huge twist this past weeks. 
I finally found an apartment and moved in, trying to give eveything a place and putting together furniture :)
will post pictures later!

xox Natalie.