It’s a post apocalyptic world where two enemies must come together to fend off an enemy of even larger proportions… There is BEAR. There is RABBIT. And there is a city under siege by squirrel goons zombibified by an  alien acorn…  In the modern age where contemporary art is all the rage and often the words are more appealing than the actual installation, a few art forms have been brushed off. So, how nice...

It's not every day that a jeweler  requests you into his studio and then calls your family heirloom ring "disgusting". Granted the words, "I like your ring" did come before that, but in the age of air kisses and snarky comments from namelesswebmaster102 it felt odd to hear an insult face to face. Odder still was how it hit me as a refreshing taste of honesty. I didn't care that a guy thought the beautiful ring...

 Angelic coos and ahs echoed throughout the room. But, it was her style that caught my eye. Huddled against the cold night, my eyes followed her stride into the room and stalked her as she dug her hands into her pockets. High waisted jodhpurs have never been on my style radar, not even when Balenciaga graced models in the pants for Fall 20007, but somehow as she casually shook her chestnut bangs from her eyes she made...

I have a strong nose and wide shoulders. Almost every night for a month in South EastAsia, I snuck out into the heat of a city lock down to visit the camps of Political Protestors. Some would call me strong. But, holding my lithe fingers and hearing my soft voice, some would call me delicate. Strong and delicate are hard elements to blend, especially for jewelry, but winding down the twists and turns that are Melbourne,...

Music generates sub cultures trespassing age, gender, and ethnicity to gather together people all dubbing their heads to the same beat. Hip-hop, with all of its flows and rhymes has cultivated a style of gold chains, graphic tees, and of course the speedy outpour of lyrics. The 1970’s saw angst driven teens in the Bronx populate before outdoor speakers to express themselves in the new form of the...

Individual girls with individual style. All styled beautifully… ...

“People ignore the strange and unusual. I, myself am strange and unusual.” Lydia from Bettlejuice Kissing or Eating Glass doll eyes, possums, and butterfly wings on blindfolded girls. Red Riding Hood holding ‘grandma’s’ cheek as she pours more wine. Caterpillars crawling along eyelashes and a bug’s leg holding an eye open wide… Slide into the world of Keiko Murakami where delicate doll like figures are printed...

 I don't believe I have to explain my graffiti obsession anymore or why I had to run out of the car to take a photo of THAT... or pull my friend into an alley to take a picture of THIS... I'm not crazy, because I get a little too excited by street art or clutter my hard drive with backup pics of graffiti.  I just do it because I love it...And, I hope you love it too.  ...

 Captured in all their graffiti glory were these two girls on a little place called Centre Place in Melbourne.  "Why do you love graffiti so much?" someone once asked me. "It's not as cool as it used to be when they were tagging trains and stuff."  Here's why... NOTHING is as cool as it used to be. But, I think graffiti always will be... Graffiti is not confined on a sheet of paper or reserved for viewings...

“We don’t see why you have to spend all your money to look good.”~Emily Me & Co is a shop offering appealing fashion forward labels from around the world with nothing tipping over the $200 mark. Women, we can squeeze our bottoms into pumpkin spice jeans from Hoffer, pile on Nikki Montoya’s gold chains, and smile at the bit of sexy lingerie underneath the softest Tees…all without the cringe of handing over a credit...

How ironic it is that while Frankenstein is currently the book I’m reading, I should come across this collection of works… I must commend my friend who was willing to put up with my wandering steps to snap these babies in the rain, in the cold, in the middle of the night. Thank you Katheri...

SINCE GREY LEONARD ST.  Walking the streets at night has always been a pleasurable pastime of mine. Wedged between the cocktails and the rising dawn, my best friend and I would roam the Soho area of New York and stare at the lighted displays of the fashion houses in the downtown area… CURVE THE SIGNET BUREAU Rekindling the past, I walked down Gertrude Street. Amongst the quiet of the night,...

‘IN YOUR FACE’ weaponry is not the typical all encompassing detail for a shoe. And, I admit when first spotting these ‘Hell Raisers’ in Leopard print calf hair…I was a little scared. You are NOT going to get through air port security wearing these babies!  Second glance and I slipped my foot into the buttery leather. How quickly converted I was. The comfort of a loafer harmonizing with an overdose of punk studs...