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Man Ray and Lee Miller

I was in San Fransisco this weekend and I saw the Man Ray and Lee Miller exhibit at the Legion of Honor. It was quite provocative and totally accessible... Like I could have been there in Paris, in the 1930s, hanging out topless, smoking cigarettes, and and having my portrait made by Picasso (you know, when he would pop by). I do not care how cleque Paris is for lovers or artists... Lee Miller traveled from New York to Paris to study under Man Ray, they soon became lovers, then collaborators in exploring and developing new processes in photographic surrealisum. If this is not romantic and sultry and seeped in bergemont and vermoth I guess you'll need to go and see the exhibit for yourself...

Wholey heck! The internet is a spaghetti pot of nonsense!

So I am exhausted!... It is Sunday, early evening and I have spent the last hour (ok two) in a whirlwind of wondering aimlessly in a dizzy brain spin of halfhearted (severed) emotions... Yikes, this place in weird. It is So fucking WEIRD! I set out with a direction, I promise you I did... It was to find something interesting and perhaps even useful and if relayed correctly, it would ultimately INSPIRE you??? >>> What I have arrived at is overwhelm. I am completely depleted from admiring and judging and comparing and delving and longing and involving myself (emotionally) in affairs that are not mine to ponder... There was even a point at which the beauty and inspiration looked somehow ugly and diluted, it felt like inspiration torture... Just as people have become progressively desensitized by violence on TV, I feel as though I am being a little bit desensitized by beauty, design and cool shit on the internet. Meanwhile, the affairs that ARE mine, and the beauty that IS mine, I have neglected entirely... No, dinner is not on, laundry is not switched, clothes are not put away... My grubby little kid is not in a bath! And now I am sitting here writing this... My word I am a lump at the moment? Seriously, I fell in to a black hole and I feel yucky. Who cares about Tom Cruse being an alien mind reader (scientologist) or Nicole Richy when she was haggard (she wasn't always so stylish you know)? Who cares about some random, abandoned, craft blog that hasn't been written in it 7 years!? Who cares about beautiful pictures of rope or the trajectory of Kate Moss' career. I don't know these people, why am I investing??? I don't know it just happened! I could not guide you from point A to point Z (nor would you want to go). On the positive note I am pretty sure I did something completely unique tonight that can never be replicated, in it's exact contents at least, you know, the plethora of garbage I just filled my head with has most likely not ever been shoved into any human's brain in that precise order before.. By generic act however, this type of nonsense happens on gazillions of computers, everyday, around the world... Perhaps you are doing it now, sorry you had to land on this rant. Well I wanted to inspire you... I am pretty sure I can mark "F" in that box... But I am hoping I have said something you can at least relate to... I know for me this feeling is not new, in fact every time I hop on the internet at 9:pm and and not off till 1:am and I have spent another night without connecting to my husband who is, himself, wandering around in a totally different world on his own device, I feel this disappointment. Maybe I am just sensitive or maybe I should make a shift in my ratios... This all sounds way more ranty and dramatic than it is. And perhaps I've gotten it all out now? Really I just wanted to write... That, I HAVE done and what came out is more authentic than a picture of a waify model in bad 90's clothes with a face to counter act the hideous outfit and a hair do situation that looks fucking awesome on her but would be just plan old plan on you or I... But here's that picture any way... Because, of course I need a picture... (I don't have that picture yet... But watch! I will go find it... If I ever make it back to this post again, you will see that I am a fortune teller… Oh it is out there, and I'mona get it...

Ah-ha! Found one and it only took about 3 minutes! (that is a millisecond in internet time)

New bangs!

So I have got new bangs and I love them!... So much!!! they are all hi chopped up in the middle and curtain-y on the sides, they are funny little things that I love! I feel like these little bangs just open up my face and give my hair the sass that the misery of a grow out is usually lacking. So, they are a little art school (I am a painter after all) and they do resemble my kindergarten picture when I cut my bangs myself, super special, just for picture day, but I LOVE THEM!!!! It is amazing how a little change can make my face feel alive again... I was suffering from a serious case of dead face... I know that doesn't sound very attractive, and it is not, not attractive at all, but I calls it like I sees it folks... But now I am, if I don't say so myself, feeling rather cute with my crooked little bang job. I have a lightness around the fringe and a hop in ma' step! I am ready to take on the sunshine!

Golden Rule

This is a beautiful image from a shoot I did hair and makeup for, for Golden Rule... One of Portland's most original stores EVER and the largset personal collection of rare vintage I have ever seen... Sadly, it now, exists solely on the internet.

Pretty Girls

Why I love to cut curly hair

Here is what I can do for your curls... Or rather here is what I LOVE to do for your curls. I love to take a massive block of curly hair and set it free... It is like it starts out as a heavy hunk of wood and I sculpt it into a beautiful work of art. I love to take each tress and make it it's own shining superstar. Bouncing forth radiating light loveliness around your beautiful face... In a happy head celebration bouncing, cheering and marching it's freedom dance. Too much? Did I lay it on too thick? Am I'm SPIRALING out of control here with my elaboration? Because, honestly, I don't think I have quite yet conveyed my fondness for your coils! No seriously, I have been called the curl whisperer... Just saying someone (other than me) did say that. It is probably because I love them so much, so I just know how to talk to these babies! Is it like I am a used car sales man with this schpeal? sorry about that, but my enthusiasum is real and my abilities... Also... Real. I just have to say one last time, I love um' I love those crazy curls!!!

More Agyness Deyn

Bowl Haircuts

More on the bowl cut... In it's different incarnations. Not all exactly Dorothy Hamill, but still the essence or potential is there. Here are some lovely images of some sweet short haircuts for you to ponder.

Might be a bit heavy on the Aggy Deyn Side, but we are talking bowlcuts right... And who could get too much of her? just darling...

For my curlies... YOU will love this!

This is so funny I was LOL-ing, for real, when I was this. I am sure if you have curly hair and have fought the frizzies and fly aways you will be able to relate. Even for those not so curly haired this video is super funny, I think you will like.

This Weeks Crush: Carrie Mulligan

How cute it her sweet little face??? Also I think she is definitely one of those women who was made for short hair! She is just too much for me!

My Ode To Curly Haircuts !!!

I LOVE to cut curly hair. Love it!

It is so sculptural and artistic.
I like to treat each curl as an individual personality and I shift and shape them into the best curls they can be... The curls they were meant to be. And what we end up with when they all gather together is a fabulous party atop your head!

With wavy and curly hair there is so much potential and possibility for play, for me the artist as well as for the hair itself. Definitely my favorite texture of hair to get all up in.

Not only that but it is so super surprising how many curly haired clients have never had a decent cut, one that takes their curly needs into consideration! It is pretty gratifying when you give a 35 year old woman her first great haircut.
That is a groovy kind of love! For everyone involved. Really, you seam to them, a miracle worker... But perhaps, in real life, you are just good at your job.

That is my rant for today.

Thanks for reading!