Brotherly LoVe

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W-O-W LOVE

I'm in love...like wow in love, with Sportsmax Code.

Max Mara group has several branches but this is by far one of the best designs.

In short, sportmax-wow is an art community of the most stunning, creative, and kickass woman in the industry. These aren't the top and leading artists but a glimpse into the budding designers who will come to shape and influence our communities and industries. If you haven't already checked it out...do it now! http://www.sportmaxcode.it/wow/default.aspx

New artists every 15 days.

Noten' Love

Ted Noten, an established artist from Amsterdam, gives a quirky but twisted take on designer goods and icons with his collection of jewlery and accessories. Art n' funtion...dearly noted.

Holiday Love

All I want for christmas is a black vintage dress for all holiday events and parties. http://www.poshgirlvitnage.com/

For the first Love: art n' irony

As the first entry for "Love, Love", a blog for everything inspirational, from art to fashion, design to architecture, everyday people to the noted and of course the good, the bad and lovably ugly, I felt as though my first post would be all encompassing. I was searching the Internet for the next thing I was in love with, when I stumbled upon an amazing artist; Mark Zlotkowsi. I attended a great party at zhou b. gallery, http://www.zbcenter.org/ and I was looking through their events to put into my gmail calendar and there it was; the all encompassing first posting: "As above, so below; New works by Mark Zlotkowsi." What you don't know, until now, is that I've been writing a book for some time and on of my chapters was titled exactly the same as the artist's exhibition; huh, ironic I thought.

"As Above, So Below"
The first time I had to commit to a direction to take my life, I was 19. I had spent a year or so running around LA and now was back in Chicago to pick up the pieces I had so abruptly left behind.
I was sitting on the living room floor, one after noon with a newspaper in front of me, looking for jobs. My parents weren’t entirely convinced that I was looking for jobs so they made me write down all the jobs I was applying to, so that they could see I was actively engaged in finding employment; which was much like collecting unemployment insurance; perhaps they were training me for future incidents.
In any event, I was distraught and hitting dead ends with every lead I found. I laid on my back staring up at my ceiling thinking about where I wanted my life to go, what direction, what I wanted to consume my life with and I was blank; I had no idea. I was restless and dark and closed my eyes to daydream and escape my reality.

I must have drifted into sleep because when I woke it was dark outside and the city lights were illuminating my living room floor. I stumbled to my kitchen and found my bag from the Salvation Army with all my kitchen goods. I started to put thing into the cabinets, when I noticed a book in my bag. I didn’t recall picking up a book but what the hell?

I flipped the paper back book over to its cover and there it read, “As Above, So Below”. I opened the cover and on the first page it read: “In all of creation there is a repetition of the same pattern in all structures from the tiniest atom to the greatest unit of cosmos. Astrology points the way to a greater understanding of man’s place in this repeating universe.” I was hooked.

I sat right back down to where I earlier laid in disillusionment and off course and began reading. I learned about astrology and its place in the universe of man, the tree of knowledge, the planets and the cosmic family. I wasn’t far into the book when I read something that changed the way I thought about work; “In order for each individual to seek and find his place in the universal scheme of creation, he must first divest himself of the roles which his family, socioeconomic level, nation and race have imposed upon him.” I had never thought of my life stripped of all that I ever knew it to be. I thought back to when I was a little girl; when I was 4 or 5 and asked myself what was driving me then? What did my spirit want to do without knowing any better and with no judgments?

Now, I wish I could tell you it was something really deep and meaningful but what I wanted to do, more than anything in the world, when I was a little girl was create. And to make matters even more embarrassing all I ever wanted to do was a craft a story of a young girl and play dress-up to match the tale. I would pull clothes, jewels, dolls and my relentless older brothers together and imagine.

Perhaps, I didn’t entirely strip myself of everything that was labeled to me, but the place that this passage made me go to snapped everything into perspective and I found my direction.

That day was the first day I decided that I would work in environment that would allow me to be that free, creative, and soulfully happy; art, and for me fashion was the one place I was allowed to play dress up.

That very next day I woke energized and ready to take on the world. I enrolled in a local city college and also got a call back from a company with a job offer. I was well on my way; it was only a beginning but everything above and below me was lining up and connecting the dots; and as my lifesaving paperback mentioned, “…for the end of one evolutionary stage (LA) is but the beginning of another (Chicago).”

And perhaps, this little book manifested in the form of an Internet link for an artist's event, but whatever it is, it reminds me that I must be on the right track.

Love,

Irony