Tahitian Sunrise

Pack those bags and prepare for that holiday happenings. Tis the season to buy more. But tell me - What is the new black this season? All the Zuzu pets of the world are not going to assist with the marshy wastelands we call "department stores". What happened to customer service, and service with a smile...and the free gift with purchase.

The other day I was in Macy's...home of the brave, land of the mediocre...with two hand fulls of clothing. I looked to the left and looked to the right, but not a single attendant was anywhere to be found. I walked to the danger zone, the cologne counter and asked to speak with a manager.

After 20 minutes of patiently waiting, I was greeted by Doug, a middle-America - Sara plain and tall type. I placed all my clothes on the counter and advised him that these were the clothes that I originally intended to purchase. I told him that his store was poorly understaffed and that I would return when matters improved. I walked out and didn't look back.

This holiday season, were all looking for that great deal. The primordial soup of price breaks...This year, I am setting off into the sunset and will only agree to return, when this "holiday' season is over!

Summers End

Though the long days are slowly extending the night hours as the summer comes to a close I'm left asking myself; what styles and trends are we in store for? Do the long nights dictate the plight of flannel take a comfortable hold on our being; allowing the trend into a cozy mainstream? Is this a much needed comfort or are we going to tough it out through tough times in a more rigid capacity? Do the long nights dictate the flannel ? Is the drop waist going to drop further or rise to a new occasion?

When the times are rough and the nasdaq drops waistlines seem to do the same, hair gets longer and either red or white takes the lead. The summer is setting to a season of florescent and punch drunk colors that emulated the energy. What subtle tones await us in the Autumn falls?

I sense the need for comfort is more needed now then ever before. Look out snuggie blanket a whole new need for wearable comfort encroaches in cocoon like necessity.

How chunky are your shoes? So long flats and hello streamline tennies with the eco-friendly twist. How does that bamboo feel? What about that sugar cane scarf, is it keeping you as warm as the alpaca, and the cashmere? Times call for new now and next.

Mmmm...warm!

Summer Skool

The hours of light linger longer still...and the dawn reaches for your worn out face that much quicker. Sleep knight owl sleep.

For who ever takes the next step, can also be like my dream last night a flying merman in a hotel bar.

Marching ants crawling all over me, and not a one won! Take the chance and who knows where you'll end up! My Fade Dra-Fey "...will be shittin' on you ho..."!

batter up, what's the new news kid? I'm looking for a cool tomorrow.

What I believe in - dot - dot - dot

It's a disco tinkle in the corner of the dance floor. It's the mirror dust for all the wrong reasons. It's the hair in your underwear at the end of the night that isn't yours...dirty knees...and blood on the dance floor!

Ageless beauties, lining up the wall like pretty paper. Drink in hand walking, gawking, and talking. Delirious dance with a stranger in the night. What a maraud, what a far scape from the "truth" seen by it all...laughing. Girl wake up, I'm tired of this too!

So pretty in all that gear, in all that gear, in all that gear, you look queer! And you try to! Good for you girl! High Gear...right! In the end that's what you are for someone else...training wheelssss!

And how fast the fads change, the novelty of it all...cruel REALLY! But who knows best but big buck in your pocket or purse. And why not right...we work for that buck for that new knit top you just must have. "I have that one in three colors too! It's cute!" What's next... ever hear of Minotaur Shock...really trumpet-y!

Where did the great gardens go? Are the flowers fully in bloom at the Monday's downtown? Where is the breeze? Does it blow by you in your car? I see hundreds of stars in the sky...and they are so beautiful...and the moon more than half full!

Vigo Bay...take a trip, see the world, get out there...do...something!

Like your soul is being dragged out of you for not going!!!

Do you ever awaken from the dream...I have! Oh I just fantasized about having sex with Squeaky Blond...hot and dirty! My favorite!

"Girl this is good! - dot - dot - dot -I believe in me too!"

Husam (Sam) Salman

A Thief in the Night

To my dismay, and utter heartbreak from the underhanded nature of one woman, I decree. Though my following is not a fierce army or a gang of rabble rouses, I feel those I do connect with find a comment or two they relate to. Whether here, on Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, and the now ancient Friendster and Tribe.com; I felt I was getting through.

What is in a name? That but the identity of the object. It has been brought to my attention that not but a few nights ago, my account(s) have been hacked.

Dear to whom it may concern,

I am writing this letter to bring to your attention the cyber abuse of a company you are affiliated with. I am speaking of Fashionweekla.com orchestrated by a horrible woman who's name starts with J.

For the past few weeks I was being bullied to give up my twitter and blog names "FashionWeekLA". I didn't enjoy her tone and turned her down.

Somehow she hacked my account and stole my identities. I find this sort of behavior in poor taste. I want to let all of you know about the unethical and immoral tactics used to steal from a poor designer/ fashion show coordinator.

I implore you to find other site to advertise on, and get your name out. By attaching your name to fashionweekla.com's website, you are allowing J to smear your name.

I intend to let all my media friends know about this injustice, as well as all my Internet T.V. station contacts. This is not a smear campaign, but rather a cry for justice.

Thank you - The real "FashionWeekLA Twitter

In the army now

from time to time we, as society, take on the trials of the world as a view point of expression. For the past several years, men have been living this truth in the army fatigue patterns and cargo style pants (who's' pockets remain empty).

The tide is slowly pulling back and the trend is winding down...where to next?

Though the skin tight legging like pants have taken the polar opposite approach, that style too, of the 80's glam alternative club night wear is also wearing weary.

It's the 90's turn yet again, and the Criss-Cross styling of the baggy pants is about to take it's re boom. Hopefully with a dire flop, but who's to say.

I do know that I am equipped with overalls that I plan to wear with one strap down to look extra stupid yet again, and the three tone silk shirt that wanted to make me jump jump the first time. I'm not one for sports jerseys, but what the hay...right!

The Comfort Question

Sometimes I go to a girlfriend's house before going out, to help her pick out an outfit. It's funny how much time we spend getting ready only to wind up looking cheep in the end.

The next day, as customs and habit dictate, we either get out of bed for work, or, are lucky that it's Saturday and can enjoy the day with the silence of our hangovers.

Why is it then, that after having done our "to do's", that for the most part, we tend to not take the same effort in the days ahead. I understand that wearing a designer Balenciaga dress at work might be inappropriate, unless you are an editor at Vogue or W. Yet I wonder, why some people stray away from taking a little effort in getting pretty for work or going to the market.

I'm not one who cares about what other people think, but I care about what I look like. Even as an artist who sometimes paints for three days solid, during which time I only change my underwear and shirt, I still can't bring myself to wear the same outfit to the same place twice.

As creatures of comfort, we tend to stick with the patterns of convenience and habit. Though we dress up, we save our 'special' looks for 'special' places. Making the mundane seem just that, not important enough to be bothered with, leaving this world looking a bit sad, trashy and unattractive.

Not until the office airs out it's dirty clothes!

With an utter resentment to the modern day work place, I reach out to all with this message.

To all you college bound shut-ins who lock yourselves away from the crowds, follow no trends and march to your own beat...I applaud you for your pluck. I would however like to state, that though your parents dressed in "older" fashions that you may have found cool or hipster cool (ironic), I implore you to please take a look either on-line or in a catalogue, and find other looks that are out there.

I'm talking to you, mister "I'm wearing brown polyester pants, that are an inch too short, with that faded navy shirt, that in florescent light looks gray." and to you miss "beige knit jersey dress with the flats who's souls are thin as they are pointy".

This may have been fun when you were young, and not to say that you should look a specific way, but grow up. With the money you earn at work, set aside a good 3% to update your wardrobes.

I stroll through the office corridors with utter disgust. My eyes droop from the banal efforts made before stepping out of the house. Please people take a moment to buy a mirror and look in it once in a while. Is it any wounder why no one takes you seriously and you keep getting passed up for that promotion?

I'm just giving my opinion, take it as a grain of salt if you must, but please, take it!

Depeche Mode and Hollywood...Serendipity

Driving through Hollywood, I caught wind of a free Depeche Mode concert on Hollywood and Vine. After a quick bite at the rock and roll Denny's. David and I flew to the scene, where we were escorted like cattle into a caged off holding area with large screen tv's posted at every corner and Jimmy Kimmel counting down the seconds until we were live to tape...no more than two minutes later we had a taken a "Wrong" road with our "Personal Jesus".

The crowd was in a traditional somber black with sobering undertones of gray. Scattered throughout were the maze of characters, from the Euro rocker with the platform shoe to the neo-flower child with the irrelevant gladiator sandals, bleach splashed jeans and black combed wool bolero.

An air of rock swept the stage. The faithful viewers along with the waifing tokes that permeated from the group of 'bros' just behind...chide and red eyed, completed the sensation known as concert!!!

BTW...did you know Depeche Mode is roughly translated from French as "fast fashion?"

Coachella 2009...enough said!

Girls, girls, girls!!! All day I was watching the parade of the new jack city dirt hippy, mixed in with a little rock edge, stroll in a promenade fashion up and down the avenues of the Coachella festival grounds. What more can a creative mind ask for?

Each a gestalt of the zeitgeist of the times...with the subdued tones of the faded fashion hues to the bold expressions of drunk punch colors. I witnessed the transformation of the drop waist silhouette emerge into the Grecian goddess drape. And boys, please catch up...my senses were a buzz for the form in it's purest, but in relation to accessorizing, drape and silhouette...believe me when I say....(Yawn)...what was that, effort?

Like a dreamed or a panting, where the women with their fine curved bodies, played the audience of passersby. Hypnotizing the male of the species, like a sirens song, turning all heads like moths to a great pair!

The nights precession of My Bloody Valentine created an atmosphere, a mood that brought the audience to the crucible...some loved the sounds of the bands interpretation of the times and the feelings of their art...I was one!

The days dance ended with a cure for the aching heart...the Cure. With a passion that is notably the style of Smith, they delivered a sound that is undeniably kissable! I experienced this and came out of the crucible on the other side, and found that what was given, was good!

For all those that went, you understand, for the rest...take my word for it...it was tasty!

recycled closets

The state of the global economy can be viewed through the garment industry...slow but still moving.

People today are shopping more in their closets, taking a garment from two or three seasons ago, and another item from last season, and adding a modern piece like the 'boy-friend' jean. (jeans that have larger sized holes that fit a bit larger).

Though we want the new 'new look', some of our modern budgets tend to run a bit lean these days, leaving one with a bit more want in their eyes then desirable. Fear not, we, as the consumer nation, know, we can not do without the new new...anything.

So before you pirate a ship off the Horn of Africa, take a second look at those worn our wears in your closet, cut off the sleeves, dip it in bleach filled water, wash and rinse and you have a new piece!

My friends "ECO" and Bamboo...hand in hand!

Great day for the eco happy hound on the hunt for the new 'must haves'.

Samsung is launching a new more environmentally friendly phone. The case is made entirely out of recycled plastic, and has zero toxic materials and is charged through a solar panel on the back of the device. Though this phone doesn't come in the 'eco' green, we are all accustom to, I still find it to be an innovator in the cell phone arena.

So you had your sugar now for some medicine...

Bamboo fabric is a natural textile made from the pulp of the bamboo grass. Bamboo fabric has been growing in popularity because it has many unique properties and is more sustainable than most textile fibers. When woven, bamboo fabric is light and strong, has excellent wicking properties, and is to some extent antibacterial. The use of bamboo fiber for clothing was a 20th century development, pioneered by several Chinese corporations.

Let's see where the trends take us next. Garment production using bamboo fabrics is on the rise...so be on the look out for the new bamboo duds this Spring and Summer, and keep an eye out for any wandering panda bears. You're outfit might look too tempting to resist a taste. Oh, and if you're not calling me from your new 'eco' phone...then don't call me at all.

Wrist Bands..."You paid for that?" Are those still relevant

Are those still relevant?

Please tell me why we don't wear our hearts on our sleeves, but fell the need to wear our charity on our wrist. Does anyone go out and decide to support a friend’s organization because they are wearing a wristband?

On Wednesdays, I choose not to eat red meat, or chicken. I'll either eat fish, or have a meat free day. To me, that is a sort of fasting. Part of my reason is for health, but another part of me does it for spiritual reasons. Aside from mentioning it here, this once, I don't go around mentioning it to others. I'm doing it for me.

I support many charity events, help non-profit organizations and do other philanthropic work. I don't attach the bumper stickers, or take the backpacks, or other free gifts. I want all the money to go directly to the cause. Does that make me a better person, no, but does wearing tacky rubber wristbands really look good anyway? And what is the environmental impact of them, do they decompose, biodegrade...

I'm not saying stop your support...but please, for the love of my eyes, take them off.

Fashion Police

Fashion Police, you should all be arrested!!! Juliana, you get a get out of jail free card because you are too cute!!!

Did anyone notice the Fashion Police after the Oscars? Jay was in a white jacket on the runway...that's just "t"-acky. Everyone knows when you want to give fierce face and make a presence on the runway; it can't be in an outfit that doesn’t fit the season!

And someone please tell me what the Welsh tranny diva is doing wearing a blue pin stripe suite in the US with a white belt and brown boots...honey please take a look in a US based magazine and let me know where that look is located.
Juliana, I'll let the blue dress with the butterfly sleeves slide this once, but that's too much look for you!