welcome back, spring! {and childhood}

the snow in NY has finally melted and my spring fever is more severe than EVER! i can't get away from pinks/girly pastels in my work...which is totally out of character.  but i get to go crazy with the ruffles and flowy details i've always adored as they won't be hidden by freaking down jackets!

for my technical drawing midterm, we had to design a (basic) line.  totally free range, but the flats had to be PERFECT.  mine are not, but hopefully you won't notice the mistakes for which my prof undoubtedly docked my grade.  my inspiration was a little girl's tea party: pastels, whimsy, clean, and feminine.  it's a spring collection, so the materials are very light cottons.  only the leggings and dolman tee are knits.  unfortunately, the color reps are supposed to be on the presentation board, and the black+white's are supposed to be on the spec sheets (aka "design cards").  

hope you enjoy my simpler/more sophisticated side....enough to buy it one day.  [click to enlarge]

**note: i'm not the biggest fan of the long peg skirt, but it was 3am and i needed one more garment for this project.  

....and now to start patterning/sewing one of these babies....

*yawn*

school is back to it's high-speed pace.  ny is enticing me to enjoy the city instead of the studio.  and i took an internship writing for an online magazine that is just getting its start.  [i'll let you know when my stories, if they're good, go live]


so here's a mood board.  not finished quite yet, but basically this is my general mood for this season of designing, constructing, writing, and being.  light. blush. breezy. ethereal. feminine. and whimsy. --wait--that's pretty much my mood all the time. oh well. enjoy.

bring it, winter!

i'm now prepared for a new york winter:

 boots: hunter (duh) -- found them at my first sample sale experience--so cheap! j.crew :)

new coat (delia*s), new boots, new glittens (thanks Sophia!!), sequin pumps (zara/goodwill), beanie (forever21)

and a sampling of my favorite new friends!!!  yes we all wear black. a lot.

from left to right: chandra (who didn't want a frontal view), sophia, ariana, and keenan. 

a few are missing, but they weren't in class yesterday. boo.  LOVE!

i think we will be keeping each other alive this fall/winter via collaborative homework, healthy vibes, and probably snuggling together for warmth.  i'm nervous about the inevitable cold that's coming, but i've armed myself pretty well, i think.

welcome to the school that never sleeps!

that was the main point of my orientation lecture today.
i was one face in a sea of optimistic, naively-confident, wannabe-designer faces.
ironically, i've never felt less self-assured.


back home i always felt confident in my wardrobe and modestly happy with my appearance.  i sought to have presence in every room, self-affirming my potential fashion design abilities.
back home, it was clear i needed to pursue fashion.

skyline from battery park, 03.10

back home is the humble south, and honey, NYC is nothing. like. that.

photo-cred: boyfriend, 03.10

you know those rumors about fashion school? like all the girls are bitchy? spoiled? and dress like a poodle who collided with a shredder while wearing a biker jacket?  i'm here to refute these theories.

you know those rumors about fashion students working through the night for weeks on end? vying for the most lofty internships only to be punished by an overbearing fashion guru who makes you run coffee errands and massage her feet? desperately trying to keep up with the industry's lightning-speed evolution so we aren't ignored and wasting the 40K we dropped on tuition?  i'm here to validate these theories.

times square from empire st. 03.10

new york is a dazzlingly beautiful place--but it's like one a venus fly trap for the fashion hopefuls.  It's the place that makes things happen, right? we can't resist the glamour, the people, the resources, but it comes with a very sharp bite.  these are my writings (and means) of survival, the avoidance of being eaten alive by the very thing i want the most.


{commence cheesy end-note} buckle up! it's about to be a bumpy ride!