careful where thee tread

i sit in awe.

the world of fashion turns out such hideous and offensive bile to the young and eager slightly over-blushed masses of american youth who put themselves in debt to buy low-grade synthetics sewn by 13 year olds trying to make a living. no one looks good in this crap because it is impossible to respectfully glorify anything with this offensive attempt.

i sit in awe.

the world of fashion turns out such harmoneous, fantastic feats of garment engineering to the young and eager slightly over-glossed masses of americans who live a more priveleged life who put to work their accountants to make appropriate payments to american express to sluff off thier most recent shopping day out, including the three o'clock refresher at the coffee bean, to buy these examples of what clothing can mean when the person behind the spec sheet throws a little bit of their heart into the satin camisole with pintucking in just the right spot. everyone looks fabulous in this... it celebrates, in a realistic and not cheesy or silly way, the human body and just how good people look when they are confident, and so were the fools scheming their outfit at conception.

it's a beautiful balance.

I'm Wonderful!

Lately, I'm thinking about the fact that molecules stick together. Especially when I wake up. The bed holds me. The floor is always there. It all works, everyone drives to work and then home again, and it all is held together by presuppositions and collective willpower. This is where we come in. We don't really work right. This is why we need fabric, silver gelatin, and paint. All of which have not one thing to do with our new faux office acreage. I will elaborate. I don't know that at this point in time we need an office. Our homes are cozy, our collective will is strong, and we have techniques to be envied for making crap into manure. But things have come up, plans have changed. We now need, for the sake of changing cable television history, a space which can accommodate humans, meetings, a dry erase board, various sketches, and collective willpower fierce as Wombats. There is my dads first team real estate office, but that is to easy, to gray. So that leaves Paul, our resident x super model who is now working for Sal in the arts of acquiring and re-distributing vehicles from those who have neglected assorted debts. (Notice the rapid bypassing of any other options).
Sal has a repo lot in downtown Long Beach near Wilmington, America's most 3rd world city. It is a 3 acre lot with various odds and ends including two fork lifts, a Mississippi river Dixieland paddle boat on trashcans, and several empty trailers with a few random employees that may or may not be living in them. One empty trailer, we have now decided, is to be called, "The Matte Black Creative Center for People Who Need to Create Their Own Jobs". "Matte Black" for short. I've taken on the task of acquiring the dry erase board, and I have decided to live in a state of complete awe that it all sticks together and that we almost have a good job we like.

Can we make a cool shirt out of this?

WARNING: Feel free to view our creative process, but tread lightly, just because I am trying to steal this idea from Twin Peaks does not mean you can steal it from us.
Matk, can we make a cool shirt, maybe have the text in news paper cut out print or something? Any ideas? Would we get sued? I'll kick David Lynch's ass, I totally could.

the search continues

paul and i spent a good portiono of our thursday searching for the perfect fabric for our pants. paul had had a little too much caffeine due to a migraine (attempt to rid himself of said ailment) so the pretty lady at the fabric showroom might have thought him a little.. um... tweaky. after a few deep breaths and a balance bar our young paul was feeling more like himself again.

this is one of my favorite parts of my job. fabric. my mom used to take me to look for fabric; she is an interior designer. so i guess i've just always liked it. it gets the wheels turning.

oh and by the way i got a parking ticket. i am always too cheap to just pay $6 to park in a lot. i really think it will work to go to the meter every 20 minutes. it caught up with me, the chase finally ended.