My Isadora Duncan spooky photo

Channelling Isadora Duncan for Anne's link-up at Spy Girl - Go with the Flow: Long, Loose, and Drapey.

While I was in this outfit I felt lithe and also like a big tropical fruit, but able to kick ass as well with these madly fringed sandal-boot contraptions. I wore the purple garb, which is a kimono-like cover-up, even though I would have preferred flinging it dramatically about my person while gasping and sighing with theatricality like a bullfighter in a chiffon showdown at a fabric shop surrounded by shoppers watching me dazedly, perhaps aghast, with their children pulled in protectively by their sides. Ole!

But looking at the first photo, the desaturated one, I felt very Izzy D. I can almost hear the Victrola playing in the background. Although a beach setting would have been much better for this vibe. 

What I'm wearing:

• filmy see-through orange maxi dress, thrifted
• reddish slip with neon-orange lace trim worn over the dress, thrifted
• green shag carpet sandal-boots, retail mega-sale
• purple leopard-spottish kimono-style jacket thingy, retail mega-sale
• black and white beaded neck pouch, thrifted
• broken wrist watch tied around my neck, vintage, new gift when I was 15?
• magic pendant and loupe, O made them for me

I cover my arms most days because I don't like sunscreen and my skin needs a break from the rays after too many years as a sun worshipper. This is probably my palest summer ever but I'm starting to warm to the idea. 

And of course my heart also belongs to Patti, Visible Monday, so I'm linking to her fantastic garden party in my previous post featuring my Warhol hair and me-as-a-product clothing. I think my hair was shiny in those photos because I didn't put any product on it and I combed it properly for the first time in months - I usually only finger-comb my hair. Also, I used a colour-revitalizing shampoo called, fetchingly, "Silver - Color Cocktail," by C:EHKO. My hair also maybe looks whiter because the contrast between my roots and the bleached hair is more noticeable now.

I'll see you at Patti's and Anne's. Keep cool. Keep warm. This hemisphere action is groovy.

Would you come to my Factory?

Smack, smack, SMACK! THWACK! That's the sound of me slapping big labels - trampling our divine bodies like many crawly advertising people suck suck sucking at our skin. I hear them, slurp, slurp, slurp, aaah. And we pay for the privilege! But why not pay myself for the privilege?

A sucking leechoid at my own skin?! Shamelessly promoting me, moi, myself, my lonesomeness, my fabulousness, yes!! Why not? Shy exterior hides vampire-bat-like tendencies, although I look like I just rolled out of bed, which I had almost done, except for staggering to a local cafe (carefully in my platform shoes) as no milk in house, for one very weak brown liquid poured down my gullet (coffee) and a solid thingy I chewed on, which had various flavours and I had to pay for and crumbed up my journal. Aaaah! This process woke me up a little bit.

This is my Andy Warhol hair. I wish to cultivate (or decultivate) my personality to be like him, saying almost nothing, not moving my lips when I talk, parroting interviewers, looking vacant, smart, and sexy-ugly  - but only when I appear in the media. With my friends and colleagues I shall be a loud, boisterous person with suitably artsy eccentricities, such as spouting poetry at odd moments, drawing on people at random, doing drugs (chocolate) at every opportunity, and painting cardboard boxes. Care to work in my Factory? I'd make movies of you too, sleeping, cleaning your ears, putting bandaids on your corns, and trying to act all normal. I'm sure you'd be schtars, not that you aren't already. 

I don't buy labels for being labels, but I feel great when I snag humongously famous label pieces for less than $10 at the thrift store. I wish Hollister would go away (big label), OR, better yet, that I could duplicate Hollister's brainwashing capabilities as crawly sucking advertising wizard of my own. That's all. (PS I like advertising - without it I wouldn't have discovered Polly Patty, the amazing plastic parrot that chirps back anything you say to it. Act now and get a second one absolutely free.)

Details

• Gap T-shirt (slurp, slurp, slurp), retail, mega-sale, upcycled with my Sharpie and then washed to create very awesome purplish stains everywhere - deliberately. I love that effect. 
• flowy pants, thrifted, down-sized many sizes, ELASTIC WAIST disguised as fashionable, hurrah
• platform sandals, thrifted
• gauzy white cotton shirt, from Athens when I went to my friend's wedding there

This is the most breezy cool outfit, especially for my morning outings before it gets hot hot. And, no, I'm not selling these t-shirts, just my own self.

How's your weekend? If I wear this to Patti's on Monday (not sure if I'll post again), I'll be not moving my lips when I talk to the media, trying to look vacant, smart, and sexy-ugly, and perhaps breaking into poetry at odd moments. I'll bring my movie camera. If I post something elsein the meantime, like something drapey for Anne at Spy Girl, that's a whole 'nother story.

(Ed. note: Yes, I'm linking this up with Visible Monday. Anne's link is in my next post. See you here, there, everywhere.)

(Another note: I am linking this up with Shiny T Tuesday at Jane George's Flight Platform Living, theme, Undeniably Me)

Fleeting twirly madness and captured in paint

Just a quickie twirly madness as feebly captured in the park -

My vintage evening gown with leather jerkin. The photo is small, I know. I'm still learning all the functions on my camera. Gurrr. Why can't I upload them directly into my brain. Surely a feature such as that should exist by now. But twirl I must. The breeze did most of the work for me.

During my inspiration walk I ever-so-lightly dusted passersby with the dress's magical powers as I brushed the silky folds of the skirt into the fresh wind. I had several laughter-filled conversations along my travels with different groups of ladies who had descended on the city for shopping and site-seeing adventures. The dress called them to me and enveloped them with new worlds of possibilities. Just fabric on skin? Maybe. Maybe not!

Details

• gown, vintage, gift from wonderful Ariane of Style Sud-Est, first worn here 
• leather fringed jerkin, vintage, thrifted
• D&G shoes, thrifted
• magic pendants twirling everywhere, made for me by O
• sunglasses, vintage, thrifted

I hope you all have something to twirl madly about this week. I'm linking this up to Patti's Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style and Jane George at Flight Platform Living for her Shiny T Tuesday (Leather on Chiffon). I wouldn't normally do two-fers but my schedule demands it be so.

Also...

Anne of Spy Girl painted me! 

The image above is just a sneak peak. You'll have to click here to see the bigger version on Anne's blog Spy Girl. I love how she used that wild technique to do my patterns. Anne is an incredibly talented artist who widely exhibits her work in a range of media. You must see it, look here. Hugs, Anne. I LOVE that piece. Art camp is awesome!!

That's all.

PS I put on blue lipstick a couple of days ago for my morning outing but took it off because it gave me the pallor of a fish belly. The addition of eye shadow and blush would have helped balance things out but I was too lazy (!) to do it. I'll try again later. Thanks for your comments on my blues. I appreciate your feedback.