I give you local Philadelphia artist, Adam Wallacavage's Octopus chandeliers. I love the attention to detail and the way the chandeliers come to life in their environment. There is a strange grandeur about them that makes me feel like they'd fit in an upper class Victorian or Edwardian era home perfectly.
Wallacavage works in other media as well like photography and screenprinting.
I can't remember the last time I loved every piece from a collection, so I say thank you, Marchesa Fall 2010 RTW. I loved the color story, the fabrics, the mix of elegan clean silhouettes with flowing forms. The layering of textures and design is just stunning. Each square inch of each garment strikes me as being deliberate, not one decision in the collection feels like an after thought or means to an end.
I don't think it's a secret that I'm a complete sucker for texture and color as evidence by well, any of my work. In terms of photography, my love of decrepit structures and urban exploring. I wouldn't call visiting the ESP urban exploring in the true sense of the genre by any means but it certainly is lovely, inspiring and an enjoyable experience for all.
What do you do when you are held hostage in your own home by a blizzard and the power goes out? Well, there's always a good book to cuddle up with but reading by candle light a night can be painful on the eyes. Board games with the family? That'll do for a little bit but when you catch one of your relatives cheating (and you know there is always one) or you eventually simply get bored, you're back to square one. How many games of solitaire can a person play? If you are me, you bust of the ole' camera documenting as many snowflakes as possible, taking portraits of family members and then there is always using whatever flashlights/candle lights you have available to create interesting cast shadows from various objects around the house. So, I present to you my power outage shadow series care of Wednesday's blizzard.
And by king I mean 1920s American gangster. A few weeks ago I took a tour of the Eastern State Penitentiary where Al Capone had himself jailed for nine months in August of 1929.
Abercombie and Fitch in uptown Manhattan. Found some old photos from my last visit to New York before the holidays. The line is always like this, all day. Makes no sense to me.