A furry blue meatball with feet, on the warming plate, that's what I look like. This is another photo from the night I went to hear photo/conceptual artist Ian Wallace speak at Rennie Collection in Chinatown, where Vancouver Barbara took these next three photos.
The next photo is one of my favourites ever. I've stepped into a Hopper painting or a scene from a classic movie. VO: "She was a shaggy dame in Shanghai Alley with a mixed up box of Cracker Jacks as Prada, looking for a two-bit schmuck with more cents than brains." (VO means voice-over)
This next one was taken in line waiting to get into the talk. My sushi sweatshirt! from you know where - My Sister's Closet - and high-waisted pants, retail, super duper discount. My sponsored posts for Look Fabulous Forever are done but I'm wearing their makeup in these shots, Sweet Pea lipstick and their eye shadows.
And what have we here? Oh, that would be me at my latest workshop!: Diva Tales of Fashion Corruption. Oh yeeeeah, such a good time. It was produced by the Style Cabal, comprised of Barbara, Deb, and Judy, from the Vancouver Guild of Fibre Arts, where I did a talk last May, and myself.
Below I'm introducing some of my favourite inspiring style bloggers. Of course, that's Judith, Style Crone, on the monitor. Note the props everywhere. Heh.
These photos are courtesy of Vivian, whom you met on my blog HERE. Huge thanks!
The Style Cabal gals joined me for a rousing Broadway number during the show. What a riot, the crowd went wild, but no one threw their panties at the stage...!? (Thank you.) [Edit: We all wore amazing crowns, which Judy made, example HERE.] And I showcased a selection of my farked clothing. People who attended also discussed and strutted their own farking and fabulous outfits.
Below, evidence that everyone was feeling me up! That's what happens when you speak to a room of sewers. We all want to touch the fabric.
I spent a couple of hours whipping clothes off and on but the time flew by. Nothing like baring your underwear in a room full of strangers to calm the nerves. Almost like those naked dreams coming true, not necessarily in the Cinderella way.
I also showcased this T-shirt that friend Suzanne Carillo made me - "Dressed to Piss You Off," which she sells HERE. So good.
Note the chaos. And note the Freakish Yellow Skirt!! This kind of jumble freaks me out, but when you are doing quick changes it can't be helped. I carefully returned many of these things to their numbered, annotated space bags when I got home.
This next photo was taken by artist/poet/fibre artist Y, whom I met at the Guild talk. The photo on the monitor was taken by Vancouver Barbara when we were shopping at Dressew. Of course I had to have that wig. And a new concept was born - tag as earring.
In a discussion with Y, she brought up the topic of wrinkles in the universe. The guy who "invented" them won a Nobel Prize. Doh, of course the universe has wrinkles, it's pretty frickin' old.
But the real prize should go to the person who invents a lotion for that. Or attempts a facelift of the cosmos with our obsession to be smooth. Then again, assuming there's time travel in space, the universe can simply rewind itself any time.
Where's my rewind button?! Would I use it if I had it? Would you?
I'm feeling slightly Mr. Clean here, in reference to a bulky, white bald man, who dresses in white and flits around our homes making our kitchens and bathrooms sparkly fresh with his products. He used to be a cartoon and then the ad geniuses turned him into a real human. Just leave it alone!, I say.
Anyway, this outfit feels so chemically white I could melt cheese on it. There's my white moto jacket. My pants were falling down for real so after these photos and before I went on my inspiration walk, I put on my unisuspender. Wardrobe malfunction narrowly averted.
Of course I'm wearing my T-shirt "I am my own brand," which should read, "I am NOT a brand." It's very Magritte of course. My online presence is brandish because it's merely a visual representation of who I am. Which makes me brandy, a good stiff drink. (That's the Cherry Red LFF lipstick.)
Must fly. Much to do. If you want me to do a talk to your group, have your people call my people. This is a thing I do now. I quite like being a ham, with melted cheese. Yes, cheesy.
Best stop now. And you'll be glad that I followed the rule of making very SOE-friendly blog titles. I know I'll get tons more traffic with the words "furry blue meatball" in there.
I'll link up to Patti at Visible Monday, Not Dead Yet Style, and Catherine at "I will wear what I like!" at Not Dressed as Lamb.
