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Tag: Karl Lagerfeld

Mixing the visuals . . .

Here’s what’s left of a foto I snagged off the ether . . . I mixed the final image using the following apps, in sequence, as listed:

  • Photo Pad
  • Fuji Film Instax app
  • PhotoForge2
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    The Fuji Instax app was used for the “bandaid” brush stroke; with the Photo Pad app, I used the filter feature’s “abstract” option; and, with PhotoForge2, I adjusted the exposure, cropped and flopped the image for the end result.

    I don’t make written notes documenting the slider settings (percentages) I use, cos that’s not my style . . . the app features and options are simply the visual cues, the “chart” if you will, how I play between the cues is based on experience, and the “now” . . . thanks to Karl Lagerfeld for providing the “now” . . .

    Golden Globes . . . uh

    The Golden Globes . . .

    GG

    Let’s see, sperm donors, a female actor mentioning her “wife”, everyone thanking their kids, their mother, their mother’s mother . . . HOLY CRAP . . . ladies, don’t forget that some male or a turkey baster had to get up your hole, or your mother’s or your mother’s mother’s, hole that is, or you wouldn’t be here . . . uh, and I saw a piss-poor imitation of Liza Minnelli . . . c’mon, really . . . Bjork did the swan thing a few years back, so . . . Bruce Willis should have given that silly-as comedian some Die Hard ak-shun, then stripped down to his boxers, yeh!!

    GG

    Why do we have the Golden Globes anyway?? The question really should be “. . . do we need the Golden Globes?” No, the Academy Awards has enough poop and vanity to last me through the summer and into fall, when the crap starts to spew from the studios . . . again.

    GG

    The only reason I saw bits and pieces of the GG was because I happened to be in the same room as the TV . . . I was still numb from approximtely 6 hours of NFL commentary . . . I would get Keith Richard, Boomer Eisieson and Charles Barkely to do the commentary for ALL the play-off games, including the Supre Bowl. Karl Lagerfeld would be in charge of half-time ceremonies . . .

    GG

    Sent from my iPod Touch

    fakekarl . . . so desu

    well fakekarl has resorted to using PICHA’S . . . of the REAL Karl . . . h-m-m-m . . . as has been said, ” . . . picha worth 1000 words . . .” HAI, so desu . . . Ouija planchette is spelling DEMODE . . .

    Dipped in Vaseline . . .

    PLUS or . . .

    COCO

    . . . I was chatting with my daughter (Lo) about the Pink Pony thing that Ralph Lauren does, did . . . do . . . earlier . . . and I said that Tavi was one of the 100 fashion bloggers picked by Ralph to wear Polo shirts with the Pink Pony logo . . . and I mentioned that she (Lo) should check out the CoCo CaNal blog . . . and that led to her telling me about the Coco A Go-Go post on Models.com and hence, this post. Got It??

    O.K. Now what I want to say is, I looked up the Coco A Go-Go thing and my pants got tight . . . AND I said to myself (of course), “Holy shit!! . . . now that’s a REAL woman!!!” . . . and she’s even smiling, WTF?? She’s one hunk a female pulchritude that don’t need clothings to conceal skeletal bone rack excuse for feminine beauty . . . uh . . . Why can’t the runway models smile? I mean, are they all constipated or what? . . . can’t be drugs, cos I know THAT look . . . and that silly-ass walk . . . like they’re afraid the ben-wa balls might fall out as they clomp down the runway.

    . . . minus . . .

    COCO

    Why do I hear Mickey Avalon in the background as I tap out this post???

    COCO

    O-o-o-o-o . . . fringe-y bra things . . . garter belts . . . penciled eyebrows and THAT MOUTH!!

    COCO

    Coco would have come down that staircase dressed in Vaseline . . . hat, garter-belt, and jools . . . gloves in hand . . .

    COCO

    As “Weevil” would say, “ah HENH” . . . there’s more than I bargained for . . . sip on this . . . she’s a STAR!!

    Pics from: http://models.com/v-magazine/v-size-4.html and http://models.com/mdx/

    MY “pencil” story . . .

    Today fakekarl (FK) had a new post, but I must say that the satirical wit has dulled . . . when I read the earlier stuff it was like a needle in my left index finger . . . fakekarl was my new Lenny Bruce . . . now, while I listen to Cibo Matto (a new thing, thanks to a 14 year old genie), I decided to give old FK one more chance before I delete the link . . . I can do that you know.

    PENCIL

    Back to Cibo Matto (“crazy food” in Italian) for a second or two. . . Cibo Matto reminds me of Vermillion Pleasure Night . . . the song “Know Your Chicken” is a song that could be from “Midnight Cooking” . . .

    PENCIL

    Artichoke” is probably my favorite track at this particular point in time . . . “peel my petals” . . . “Know Your Chicken” and “Birthday Cake” are right there with their collective noses pressed hard against the glass. (Songs are from “Pom Pom: The Essential Cibo Matto” CD). “Pom” in Korean means, “spring” – here in the U.S. “pom pom” is what the cheerleaders shake while they prance and jump, causing their butts to shiver and twitch – happens at HS pep rallies, basketball and football games!!

    PENCIL

    I’m a fan of the real Karl Lagerfeld, and for a while FK was as close to the real thing as I could get without leaving the couch. But I think I’ve eaten all the choice bits, so maybe it’s time to move on . . .

    PENCIL

    Maybe I’ll renew some old acquaintances . . . you know, like MY pencil . . . and sketch book, and Cynthia, La Petenera . . . or . . . I can’t remember names . . . but I do know that the little “retro” Pentax Optio 43WR that I bought for my oldest daughter several years ago, will be pressed into service, as I bought a new SD card for it yesterday (2 GB)

    PENCIL

    Here’s some pics taken with the Optio 43WR . . .

    . . . . Gojira!! (Godzilla)

    PENCIL

    . . . starting to get back to it . . .

    PENCIL

    . . . I spent some time fondling the new iPod Touch at Best Buy in Carson City NV, on my way back into the void.

    Why am I talking about this? Well, I get tired of taking the Canon out of its bag, turning it on and then framing the shot . . . so, the little Pentax is like “. . . wham, bam, thank you m’am . . . ” short and sweet, no commitment . . . Everyone remembers the “Diana” camera, little plastic toy that leapt into stardom in the artsy photo world way back, like 1970’s and 80’s.

    PENCIL

    . . . I wanted one (a Diana) but settled for a Spartaflex (2 ¼ sq format) – I don’t know where I got it . . . anyway, I did some work with it using out-of-date film and developer.

    My Spartaflex . . . as seen with Optio-vision . . .

    PENCIL

    PENCIL

    . . . the flash is harsh close-up . . .

    PENCIL

    . . . the ghost of Diana Vreeland was shaking my hand or something . . .

    Oh, if you get a “Big and Tasty” meal at Mac D’s, eat it in the dining area or park somewhere, because it will leak in your lap if you try to drive and eat . . .

    Pichas of Cibo Matto from . . .

    Blood of the Land . . .

    Aunty is back . . .

    KARL

    Asuka Ichinose shows-off Aunty P’s most fav “beaver tail” under-armor . . .

    KARL

    Today is the 14th or 15th of September . . . checked the iPod calendar and yes, it’s the 15th . . . lately things have been a bit out of order. . . partly cos the moon was dark and the air is filled with this smog-brown smoke from some stupid fire or fires out in the forest – makes the eyes scratch-y and the throat feels like it has a case of the strept-o-coccus (rasp-y and RAW) . . . BUT I do know that I closed my eyes and said to the keyboard as I made ready to seek knowledge in the “blog-o-sphere” . . . “THERE WILL BE A NEW POST” on the fakekarl blog and not the “Heart of Gold” thing that I’ve been reading faithfully, over and over . . . and . . . over for the past two weeks or so . . . AND when I opened my eyes and the page finished loading . . . IT WAS THERE ! ! ! . . . it was like eating a piece of sourdough toast with melt-y butter (margarine) and strawberry jam . . .

    KARL

    Well, I know Karl is like a god, or . . . maybe he IS god . . . but WTF, I think it’s ” blood of the “LAMB“, not “blood of the Land . . .

    Yeh, I was of the Cath-o-holic persuasion until I turned 11 and then one fateful Friday I refused to go to catechism . . . the priest and my mother stood and called for me until they realized that I had become a child of the cornfield and all was lost. Oh, I still ate a tuna or grilled cheese sandwich in the school cafeteria (religious abstinence – no meat on Friday), but only because it was a hard habit to break . . . OH, and CONFESSING . . . I used to go into the confessional and do the “Bless me Father, for I have sinned, it has been TOO many days since my last confessing, these are my sins . . . “ and then there would be a L-O-N-G silence in my dim cubicle . . . and . . . and finally the priest would say “ . . . did you have impure thought my son??” The priest always thought I was a boy . . . h-m-m-m-m. . . “I’m a girl father, girls don’t have impure thoughts . . . “ And he would say things like “ Have you coveted your neighbors wife or taken the Lord’s name in vain or . . . do you eat meat on Fridays?” Well I eventually admitted that I had said some “bad” words and maybe I spend more time washing between my legs than is necessary . . . uh . . . and then I would get an Act of Contrition and 4 or 5 Hail Mary’s with an Our Father thrown in for good measure. Penance . . . on the hard, unpadded wood kneelers, then holy water absolution on the way out the door to freedom!

    Crap . . . I feel violated by all the religious recall . . .

    KARL

    X-O-XO

    Night-y night . . .

    Sent from my iPod Touch

    Aunty P’s quickie . . .

    HOLY CRAP . . . where have I been . . .? Well, better late than never . . .

    PEE

    Read the good stuff here . . .

    I’ve been lurking outside the “rag” man’s workroom hoping for a chance to see more of the mystery inside . . .

    PEE

    . . . not the workroom . . . some historic structure in Iceland . . .

    Whenever I see a photo of Karl (Lagerfeld) I think of Robot Chicken or . . . or those little South Park characters . . . mainly because the head doesn’t quite fit the body – I expect the body to walk off and leave the head suspended, hovering in space completely self-sufficient . . . Karl is always 2 or 3 light years ahead of everyone . . .. BUT . . . cannibals eat human meat or flesh (if you prefer a more delicate reference) , we are carnivores as evidenced by our canine-like teeth, so a bit of “meat” on occasion is O.K. (ref. “10 things Karl Lagerfeld could do without“)

    South Park brings to mind the “Head Lice” episode and Angelina Jolie . . .

    In all my contracts it says, if you want me, send a private jet . . .” probably should have a t-shirt with that on the front down hear the hem-line . . .

    And I like this . . . “I imagine the world from my window.” Yeh . . . it’s true, why go somewhere if there are going to be lots of people who went to the same place as you, just to be able to tell their friends “oh, I was in Paris and saw THIS concert . . . it was AWESOME . . .

    I asked this guy I was introduced to (social thing) how he liked Japan (I had heard that he had been to Japan recently) and he said “. . . It was AWESOME . . .” O – K – A – Y . . . and then I asked him if he had been in Tokyo, and he said, “No, we were in Kyoto . . . it was AWESOME . . .

    PEE

    . . . really . . .

    fa-fa-fa-Fashion

    . . . on suicide and dying . . .

    . . . the fashion press . . . Or, just . . . “the press” . . . maybe that’s the problem . . . maybe the press is not GOD . . . and maybe Alexander McQueen was only there for the show , , , maybe “fashion” was his vehicle, his ride . . . with “spinners” and hydraulics and blue lights in the wheel wells . . . maybe Lee should have just kept on cutting patterns, and maybe Isabelle Blow should have just been satisfied with buying his graduate collection.

    I’m writing this after reading a post about Lee McQueen or Alexander McQueen’s suicide. Yeh, I KNOW it’s been a while . . .
    People who commit suicide are selfish people, so caught up in their own lives that they fail to see that by killing themselves they spread a cancerous sadness over all the people who are acquainted with them.

    When I was teaching school (elementary, Gr. 3 – 5), a local middle school student killed himself (town population: approx. 4,000) . . . the result was that the school district brought in “grief” counselors and school life was disrupted for the week by all the tears and sadness, real or imagined, or maybe just sympathetic.

    One of my 5th grade students asked me what I thought about the suicide, so I stopped the class lesson and explained how a suicide disrupts the lives of family, friends and the community. I said that suicide is an act committed by a selfish person, someone who thinks that their problems are so unique that no one will “understand” . . .

    And then there’s the other side to McQueen’s death . . .

    Liz Jones of the Daily Mail wrote shortly after McQueen’s death:

    There was the show where the models were encased in a glass specimen jar, with a finale featuring thousands of moths released into the air around the clearly terrified models.
    . . . and
    I remember being shocked at his Highland Rape collection of 1995,
    . . . a bit further in the article . . .
    I remember sitting in the front row of that notorious pole-dancing show, which was given a standing ovation by the fashion press, and thinking: ‘But who would actually wear this stuff?’” “Sadly, McQueen never quite cut it when it came to haute couture, either.” “For McQueen, being wearable was not the point. He was not interested in that.

    Maybe Lee let his demons become TOO real . . .

    Read more: www.dailymail.co.uk/

    . . . so the press continues to look for the shocking, the “reality” crap that permeates the media . . . we still have Galliano don’t we ??? Karl Lagerfeld on the other hand continues his genius . . .

    Fake (faux) Fur

    Karl Lagerfeld – Chanel Fall 2010 – Faux Fur and Icebergs

    Gotta say it . . . the man is a bloody genius, that’s all . . . having an “iceberg” sculpted inside the Grand Palais for the show . . . with ICE trucked in from SWEDEN!!

    No . . . I didn’t have a seat by the polar sea, but I saw enough through these eyes to say . . . yes, there was some real crap, but the gems were there, hidden, surrounded by faux fur and wookie leg prostheses . . . yeh, I really like the brass knuckles disguised as “jewelry” . . .

    KARL

    . . . and the bracelets look “techno/industrial” . . . “KOKKOI“. . . “sugoi” . . .

    KARL

    A Karl clone not quite transformed . . . check out the tie, collar and neck thing” . . .

    KARL

    And the “iceman” himself walked “dangerously” close to the Parisian iceberg . . .

    KARL

    . . . credit for the photos . . . http://media.onsugar.com/
    p.s. I cropped the photos, cos the originals were HUGE . . . and there was a LOT of background that wasn’t necessary . . .

    One Year Ago . . .

    YEAR

    Year in Review

    I updated the “About” page a few days ago and thought maybe I should post something about what has gone on since I started this blog . . .

    YEAR

    YEAR

    First a look back relative to where I was 30 days ago . . . I’ve definitely moved forward . . .
    A figure I purchased a few months ago has been reconfigured using modeling putty – the “Voluptuous Neighbor” who now sits naked on the light stand . . .

    YEAR

    . . . the Red Paint MS M1 prototype is finished with minor detail mods to be made. I’ve started working with air curing “plumber’s” putty to create the rough figures for some of the prototypes that are currently in development.

    YEAR

    Although not meeting the projected goals for increasing monthly views, I should have 3k in 7 to 10 days. Yeh, I know it’s not a lot, but I don’t do “membership” come-on’s or free stuff “give-away’s” . . .

    YEAR

    Lotsa talk about Polaroid making a come-back, but it won’t be the same . . . I’ve been using the Poladroid app . . . and I’m satisfied with the results.

    YEAR

    YEAR

    . . . the above image is a “real” Polaroid image from around 1980 . . . used the Polaroid “Reporter” camera.

    I’m currently using a 4GB CF card as an external storage device, Why? . . . well I updated iPhoto a while back and it decided to “hide” my photos and set-up all sorts of “meta” crap so I had to find an alternative for saving downloaded images . . . I don’t use Photobucket or Flickr so I need to be able to “get” my images tout suite . . . without any “geeky” bullshit. I’m going to buy an iPad in the near future (30 to 60 days) . . . reason: I will only load the apps that I need . . . the iPad will “mirror” my iPod Touch.

    Short year, yeh?

    YEAR

    Lots of self evaluation, where I’m going, where I’ve been . . .

    YEAR

    Yeh . . . that’s Karl Lagerfeld . . . I’ve become a “fan” of fakekarl.com . . . HOLY CRAP!! I’ve become a “fan” of something . . . but I’m still “bosu” in my kingdom

    YEAR

    “Suntory time . . . ”