Monday, May 31, 2010

Open your eyes.

Zebra. Converse. Zebra Converse.

Carolyn cut a pair of leggings and put them on her arms. Because she's amazing.

Italian 90's dress found at 33 rooms, Burbank.

Vintage shoes from 33 Rooms, Burbank.

Antique Broach.

Aldo shaved his head.

Vintage belt. "Borrowed" from theatre department.

Random moments of inspiration. Enjoy the show.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Apparently, American?

We've all seen the ads.
A waif -like woman sprawled on a bed, or on top of a table, with a look of confusion on her face.
Covered in something shear, if covered at all.
No, I'm no talking about an ad warning you of the creepy male night stalkers that haunt women at night.
I'm talking about American Apparel.

American Apparel got it's start in 1998 by Dov Charney.
A simple clothing company, providing basics in a sweat shop-free atmosphere.
Clothing for the young and "modern metropolitan adult".
Whatever that means.

As awesome as the idea of a sweat shop-free atmosphere that focuses on organic materials and supports the legalization of gay marriage is, it's kind of hard to focus on the positivity when every billboard of theirs capitalizes on SEX SELLS.

I get it, women are hot. Women are sexy.
I know this.
I'm just kind of over the whole prostitution thing.
Using a nice ass close up to get consumers to buy.
Showing a woman mid orgasm, for profit, while she's wearing a shirt made of basic fabric that's way too overpriced anyways.
Over it.
On top of that, Don Charny recently caused some ruckus with the whole "must be pretty" rule.
Now, photos must be taken of all employees and approved by Don Charny.
As in..."yeah she's hot enough".
What does that even mean? Who is he to say who is attractive enough?

Let it be known that I'm not dismissing the reality that women have sex.
I'm not blind to that fact.
But I am also not blind to the fact that there a women everywhere being exploited because of their sex.
And that's exactly what I feel the advertising campaign of American Apparel is doing to women.
We have sex.
Get over it.

Can't say I'm innocent of everything though.
I'm not much of an American Apparel girl, but I do have few of their basics.
(It's just so damn hard to find a pair of neon, golden legging just anywhere!!!)
But I've made it a personal point, to try my best to stray away from these stores.

Reacting to Dov's claims that he only uses "real women" in his ad campaigns, Canadian based Photographer, Holly Norris, came up with American Able.

In her words;
"Women with disabilities go unrepresented, not only in American Apparel advertising, but also in most of popular culture. Rarely, if ever, are women with disabilities portrayed in anything other than an asexual manner, for ‘disabled’ bodies are largely perceived as ‘undesirable.’ In a society where sexuality is created and performed over and over within popular culture, the invisibility of women with disabilities in many ways denies them the right to sexuality, particularly within a public context."

Holly's project, to me, is a stand against the exploitation of women's sex lives and an open door into a world that is shunned because of appearance.

Touchy subject. But someone has to do it.
Here Here, Holly.

* Photos via,,, iamsuperwoman

Thursday, May 27, 2010


Photography by Michael Blank.

Jamie wearing her mothers vintage Jumpsuit.

Aldo and Jamie pretending to have fun without me.

Me, being the annoying person with the camera, who is not a professional.

Steve Madden shoes.

Vintage belt found in her mothers closet.

The height difference was just too funny.

Photography by Jamie Blank.

Photography by Jamie Blank.

I heard about Jamie two years ago, when I found out she had been having an affair with the wifey.
At first I was all sorts of skeptical, knowing that this lady might be trying to steal my thunder.
In order to break the ice though, Jamie invited me to see the show "Dirty Dancing" at the Pantages.
"OK", I thought. "She likes theatre. This might work".
Then, the night before the show, she calls me and says "do you want to coordinate our outfits to match the shows theme?".
Me likey.

Ever since then, I've been falling in love with all that is Jamie and have actually been having an affair with her, behind the wifey's back.

Jamie is, really, as sweet as she looks.
Everything the Beach Boys were talking about, in the song "California Girls", is Jamie.
In fact, they should just change the title of that song to "Jamie."

She loves the sun, bright colors, outdoor adventures, being active and dressing up!
She's one of those girls that, no matter what, always looks put together.

When she's not organizing themed parties, she's a talented photographer who always seems to blow me away with the stills she can capture.
I forced her brother, also a fabulous photographer, to take her photos when I was at her house recently.
Because I like to take advantage of people's talents.

When I asked Jamie what made her feel pretty, she said "my curves".

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Chola inspired.

My version of "smile now, cry Later". But really just, smile now.
Antique necklace from Hollywood Flea Market.

"In LA we wear chucks not Bally's"- Tupac

Flannel from Charlotte Russe.

Owl from Charlotte Russe.

High waisted Vintage Jeans from American Way Thrift Store. Burbank.
Vintage Belt from Swift Vintage, Burbank.

Cheap sunglasses my sister left in my car one day.
Charlotte Russe earrings.
My sister on her wedding day.
What a pretty lady!
Carolyn. Dying Angel Lady.

My father has obviously been reading this blog.

Miguel and Janett posing at an El Monte 711. Enough said.

90's Contempo dress from Goodwill.
Moms vintage Nina Shoes.
Vintage Ray Bans from Paty's Closet, Montrose.

LA earrings from Highland Park Swap Meet.
Hoops from Charlotte Russe.

Virgen de Guadalupe necklace from Swift Vintage.

Mixing Cultures. A bracelet I bought from "Little Havana" in Miami.