a vehement swing

this was my last proper full weekend in new york before
my grand departure to lands unknown and i had a lovely saturday
that somehow created itself cosmically, i like to think.

after a convergence of luck and brilliant timing at the doorstep
which would result in wonderful sights later that evening, j, l and
i made our way to the hindu temple in flushing. our main objective
of that afternoon was to dine lavishly at the temple canteen in the
basement, which we did lovingly. it was delicious. to say the least.
i think this has become one of my favourite places in new york.
its weird, wild and feels like you are in another world, which somewhere
along the route of the seven train, you end up in.

but it does get better.
we went to see fuerzabruta that evening with a massive gracias to john (jon!?!)
for making it happen. i saw de la guarda a couple of times a few years back
and this totally blew all of my fond memories of that to pieces.
heaps of beautiful, colourful, effervescent little pieces.
i felt like i was going to explode because i was taking in so much
inspiration that my senses did not know how to function anymore.
so you ride this intense wave of all things electric.
fuerzabruta is graceful and poetic. utterly unstoppable in its valor.
there are these tiny moments between the big things that make a
heartfelt ping at something stirring in your person.
there are grand moments where strength and endurance is pouring
out copiously for all to relish, admire and marvel at.
there is a scrim that unravels and its purple and shiny and i want
to make dresses out of this stuff. undaunted, fluid dresses!
this purple material, fluid and flowing and floating and there are these
two limber creatures climbing up and down and dancing and yelling
on their opposite sides. it was so romantic, distinctive and potent.
it floored me. it was a complete lucid dream.
there was also a pool which realized all my dreams awake.
i don't know what i have to do to get into that mylar pool, but i would
consider a number of unspeakable things for a slide. glide. (ask j/l)
oh, as long as i can wear my satin swan printed knickers.
thanks again j5, you are beyond brilliant.

The Hindu Temple Society of North America
45-57 bowne street. flushing new york.

Fuerzabruta
daryl roth theatre
101 east 15th street. nyc.

from here to that neon moon

i honestly jumped for joy when i saw these on creatures of comfort
ld tuttle for VPL Spring 2009, one of her best collections to date

lady on a lim(b)

props to my lady, gg.

she is rocking it at philip lim with her handbag designs.

this speaks for itself and there are volumes!