-Watermelons and Playing Cards-

Those two things have NOTHING to do with each other besides the fact that I was a concoction of them the past few days. I always have fun dressing up… I always have. Before I had any dime to do so I would be on a constant cycle of recycling my clothes. I would wear the treasures I had found from my little thrift store road trips here and there. I would make whatever impression I could with them and then sell them off to wasteland (the buffalo exchange of hollywood) They would pay me for my used garments and I would use the drug money to buy more of the sickness. Then came a little success and all the sudden people are paying you to wear their clothes or sending you so many you can’t count. I don’t mind it of course!!! Just as long as it’s really me. I love LOVE love rompers… you might know that. They are so fun and have been so good to me all summer. I wear them often. Sometimes right before I go to sleep I have an image or a dress pop into my head… and I think… I should sketch it, don’t forget. I am a fan of big personality clothing. I like to make statements without saying anything at all. In my search for these statements… I end up empty handed with maybe just a bunch of labels…. so I have to create these statements. I can’t sew, dang eeettt… I would probably sew my fingers together… but I find awesome people that have the same humorous, beautiful, creative over the type attitude and challenge them with a…”do you think you could make this?”

Let me present the evidence:


Watermelon jumper (some say strawberry… tis whatever you fancy) A young woman contacted my manager via email from myspace. She liked my look and directed me to a site of some of her up an coming outfits. I get a few emails like this… and I check every one cause who knows… so she sent me a box of treasures and I wore a couple of them on warped tour. Then we met in person and she took my measurements and showed me a sketch of a watermelon jumper. I died inside. I was like, wow you know exactly how to speak for me through fabric. None of this terry cloth flimsy overpriced everyone wearing outfits you see on every b, c and d-lister out there… but a piece that was meant to be next to the chicken fingers you ordered at The Hard Rock Cafe. I’ll take it! She’s not Chanel… but she’s an up and comer. I was so happy to bounce around as a watermelon and see the tidal waves of “what the fuck is that” blogs on the outfits… of course… durh! Welcome her:
www.juliemollo.com

Then we have VEGAS.


I have been working with my stylist Johnny Wujek for years now. He would always cut me breaks in the early days when I had nothing going on. The great thing about him is how he accommodates. We all see those reality shows on tv about this and that and then a stylists reality show and I watched it and I was like… oh my god… they are all missing the main ingredient for styling someone else which is understanding personal style! You have no idea the many times I’ve been forced to go to a shoot with out him and end up with a stylist saying, “You MUST wear this… it’s Prada!” and then I have stylists who like to try an recreate the pin up look for me but fail miserably because I don’t want to look the forever 21 version of. To some styling is an easy job… as easy as your mother laying out your clothes before school each morning, but it doesn’t mean it’s right. I find myself in the back pages of rags for the worst dressed because of this man and for this I thank him. Johnny started to send me fabrics and ideas weeks before we were to open ROK in Vegas. I said fuck it, let’s go all out…. and we did down to the glued on glittered shoes. I laughed when I saw it and it made me so happy inside. I’m 23. I am going to have FUN with what I wear. Sometimes I feel silly, sexy, innocent and confident… sometimes I feel dark. I will always wear how I feel back pages and all. 
I don’t know what to do with these outfits after I wear them… like what does madonna do with her cones or her white wedding dress and so forth? I think I will hang them up nicely for now until some idea possesses me to do something with them. 
Now… I am scared but confident… I wanna share some of my secrets with you. I’m always getting myspaces on where do I get this or that… here you go:
a list of my favs:
www.myspace.com/mandate_of_heaven

ON ETSY (www.etsy.com) imyourpresent

www.fredflare.com

www.girlprops.com

One of my favorite designers is a guy named Jeremy Scott… WWW.JEREMYSCOTT.COM check out his larger than life clothing. Okay I’m done typing… the stewardess is telling me to close it up… I’m thinking you need to work on that outfit honey.Wait… should I do a line? I want to. In the right time.

Question is, would you rock it?