Tuesday, November 10, 2009

50 Cent Come to Town

Today 50 Cent came to Macy's at 5pm.

At 11am this morning there was one guy waiting to meet him.

He was a 17 year old white guy who was reading his Harry Potter book to pass time.

Nothing more street than Harry Potter. Although I don't doubt that 50 Cent has read at least one of the books.


-and somedays they last longer than others...so today I'm just going to count my freckles. love always, jane

Making Christmas Tra La La La

Mission: create a sexy/cute Christmas tree on this bust form.

Step one: KKK? Crafted out of old tablecloths and random scraps of wire and ribbon are the undergarments.


Step two: The Land of Oz? A good base leads to a beautiful finnished product. Props on the photobomb, Mallory.


Step three: Lights to add magic.


Step four: CANDY! And a jingle bell necklace!


Step five: Sprinkle in fahionable ladies and oversized ornaments.


Step six: Place presents under the tree.


And there you have it. Perhaps Matthew Barney will walk into Macy's and demand to see
The creator of the cute and sexy Christmas tree. Then he'll sweep me away to be his costume maker, and I'll meet Elijah Wood.

-and somedays they last longer than others...so today I'm just going to count my freckles. love always, jane

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Slumber Party

Before:


After:


I've been working overnighters at work to set Christmas. And although it messes up my sleeping habbits, I do like the change in daily life. I get to see certain hours of the day that I might not notice.
Example:
6am full moon over the pacific ocean. It follows me as I walk to my front door.



Example:
2:30pm. After waking up and eating some leftover pizza I go and sit in my backyard. The weather is literally perfect; sunny, 76 degrees, small breeze. The birds in the tree above me are going wild. I took off my slippers so that the wind can tickle through my toes.




-and somedays they last longer than others...so today I'm just going to count my freckles. love always, jane

Love Is In The Air

what i HATH WRITTEN

They Call Me Jane, That Is My Name