Portfolio- I'm no photographer

Well... The dresses are cute, anyways.  I'm going to overcome my shyness about showing pictures of myself one step at a time, so for now, here are a few of my creations, made to fit my body.  Meanwhile, off to shop for models, Photoshop, and a real cameraperson!

(the birthday dress.  oh yes.)

I got tired of seeing plaid everywhere but in my collection.  Hello, forecasters?  Here's my forwarding address!

Sweater Leggings- An Epic Tale

This place has the most interesting wallpaper- I had to feature it.  Anyhow, the leggings are super warm, great for a night out eating truffle fries and careening around Downtown Lost Angels in brassy steel colored HHBoots.

The big 20-something!

Had a lovely birthday yesterday, with good food (which was fancy drinks) good friends (E3rd event, the Association Bar, and my darling pal Gina of Rebellionheirs,) and good graphics. 

Or at least, my quick little b-day present to myself; a graphic print dress.

Um... we were a bit distracted taking the photos.  I'll have to style a shoot.  I should have asked for a tripod... anywho, meet the first member of my new line- Graphic!  (or at least, meet a blurry pic of most of it.)  Created, of courses, from a badly scarred remnant in the murkiest crevices of the Condo, it was a piece of birthday cake to throw together.  Here's to a productive year!

"I very well may be knitting a ranch house!"

One floor-length black sleeveless dress and a fistful of Mardi Gras pearl beads later, I was a real phony!

Nothing like some nice blue people to help fight away the Mean Reds.

I had a blast on Halloween, and everything in the costume was recycled.  The dress I whipped together from a very forgiving, very elastic cotton blend that I bought in remnant pieces at the cardboard condo, my favorite place to shop.  Took all of two hours, and although it was hardly a Givenchy, I still felt chic, appropriate, and warm.  I even borrowed a orange stuffed tabby for a few pics!

The Shorts- The Trouble Line

When I came across the fabric, at the Cardboard Condo, of course...

...the first thing I thought to myself was, "Hmmm- sorta... Cavalli, right?"  The second thought was, "Why do I already know I'm going to buy that, when I know I'll never be brave enough to wear it?"  My third thought was, "Oh, what will my mother say."  The last wasn't quite a question, just like it wasn't a question whether or not those chains would become shorts, and the shorts would be mine.

Side zip gold chain print stretch fabric ferociousness.

Oddly enough, my mother thought they were "too cute."  She absolutely refuses to be boring, fashion-wise.  I'll have to thank her for these genes when I see her this weekend.

Furnished Line- The Vess

It's Autumn- my favorite and the cruelest time of year.  It's the time of my birthday (good)  the time of fall fashions (great!) and the season of not-a-single-one-of-these-RTW-pieces-of-fabulous-fit-me. (Cry)  So behold; I am creating a line, dozens of lines, completely based around the most important factor anyone could base a line of clothing around- does it fit Me? This, below, is a vest I was playing around with. Or, it started as a vest. The flare ended up being so voluptuous that it’s almost a dress. I haven’t decided if it’s Victorian themed

artsy

or just plain crazy. (My roommate took one look at it, and said “I’ll never understand women’s fashion.” )
This is from my Furnished Line, along with the black and white Baroque flair skirt that makes me think of The Viceroy in Santa Monica (I know, I'm missing the chartreuse- just give me a week!)  And for those of you wondering about the shorts- They get their own separate post.  Check back with us...