trick or treat

smell katie's sweets

everyday is Halloween for juggalos

oh, Insane Clown Posse.

when i was in eighth grade, i was in love with my friend's much older (17!!!) brother, M. M had somehow already acquired an entire body of tattoos and piercings, had a full part-time job, and chain smoked like a union boss. he also listened to ICP in his car, which i was blessed to sometimes be driven to school, Taco Bell, and exotic downtown Royal Oak skate shops in. i tried to like them for his sake, but was, um, a girl who read books and stuff. but like most other Michiganders who grew up in the 90s, i can't help but have a soft spot for this hometown duo:



juggalos, as the family of ICP fans are known, embrace their freakdom as putting an in-your-FACE on the underbelly of the (mostly white) lower class.





part thug life, Satan worship, Lord of the Rings nerd alert, and just plain ridiculously terrible music, the hidden part of ICP is they are international fashion capitalists; a true juggalo owns enough ICP t-shirts to go under enough ICP hoodies to match his ICP shoes so he can kick back and read an ICP magazine with ICP ads for more ICP stuff.



as much as the Williamsburg art crowd like looking like they don't have a trust fund, i don't think they will ever co-opt this particular mode of anti-bourgeoisie.



or begin to understand it.

somewhere between Goths and Victorians

PS 1 continues to be awesome

(Robert Bergman exhibition started yesterday)

how i feel a lot

after school

brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

it's so cold in new york, squatters are starting to move south. danielle levitt captured some in a summer studio.

don't turn away from the terrible name

buying making supplies at jo-ann's, micheal's, etc. is kind of like buying groceries at wal-mart to make an organic meal. save-a-thon (east harlem and brooklyn) takes a step back into ye olde era of regional retail:
...a little oasis with most basic fabrics, plus a lot of fancies that range from cheesy formal satins to trendy stretch lace to nice africana cottons and extensive "home decor" bolts. they always have a big scrap sale table and other random supplies on sale. but, it's all incredibly normally cheap! and most everyone working and shopping is hispanic and seems to really know their stuff. on top of all this they offer sewing classes.

my last trip gleaned 5 balls of nice taupe boucle yarn for $2, a yard of ethnic-print flocked organza for $4, a big scrap of buttercream ultra-suede for $6 -- and i put back a super sale 3-yard wad of black sparkle stretch lace, because i still haven't used the almost-as-cheap textured cream stretch lace i bought the trip before last. if only i was still unemployed and cloistered on cass ave, i would be a very happy busy bee. alas, i'm in the collecting and dreaming stage known to sewers with lots of patterns and nothing to wear.

even gummier

u can knock Gummo all you want, but it's a good movie. and Chloe Sevigny did the wardrobe, making it great.

words like "disturbing", "unwatchable" and "new horror" are often used to describe it. well, there's something even worse: Trash Humpers, Korine's new film. if you don't want to see some real dirty birds losing their minds i don't suggest going to the NY film festival tomorrow. if you do, get me a ticket.

happy almost sorta halloween

dazed (and confused) digital is better than the paper version because there is SO MUCH STUFF uploaded everyday -- and its free. this "scrapheap" (discarded objects recycled into snazzy photo ops) challenge is also part of the new "Franken-fashion" print edition.

i don't like Chanel, but maybe i like Coco

Olive Oatman

was a Mormon teen captured by Yavapais, traded to Mohaves, and retraded back to Whites (arguably not of her own desire). existing in the mid-to-late 1800's as a tribally tattooed lady, she lived in Detroit for a few years! The Blue Tattoo, a new book by Margot Mifflin (author of Bodies of Subversion: A Secret History of Women and Tattoo) is an engaging read of her life and legend.

yes, Pink

i like Pink. always have. really do. she's a thick white girl who has kept her oversized nose ring and femipop consistent. in the name of trying to drink less, i applaud her song and style.

put on your bedazzled quilted piecework asymmetrical tunic vest

and head on over to the annual American Sewing Expo in Novi (the Detroit suburb of suburbs of suburbs)

along with vendors selling multiple versions of the same mom patterns and tired DIYers showing you how to put 2 rectangles togethers to make a skirt (or tote bag!) there are also some cool things:

-Kenneth D. King
-Koos van den Akker
-Burdastyle
-Material Girls (one of few independent Detroit-area sewing stores, great vintage kimono and new africana fabric, and vintage repro patterns)
-a lingerie fitting workshop
-Threadbanger's Re-construction Zone

-The Baby Lock Passion for Fashion Sewing Challenge (Project Runway inspired, always a few great winning pieces on display)
...and last year there was an amazing fiber arts group exhibit, not sure if it's there this time around...

Shonibare's last Sunday

tomorrow at the Brooklyn Museum

Alhamdulillahi

Leon Bonnat, An Egyptian Peasant Woman and Her Child, 1869; aka, the most beautiful painting in the MET

her markings and dress look Bedouin (an ancient nomadic sect), much like this striking lady:



female chin tattoos are found all over the world in tribal communities. markings generally signify family line and social status, an instant visual between peoples who don't call one place home.

the perpetual influence of such "primitivism" is found in this week's debut of Rodarte's SS10: