Rebels

Propane anger,

Diamonds on a

Furious turn.

 

Night mists

Fluctuating,

Split nerves

Multiplying

Along glittering

Streets.

 

Rebel roses,

Grave shadows

Overturned

To shifting

Movie frames.

 

Pieces of the

Dream land

Undone,

Swallowed

By poisonous

Fumes beckoning

The seekers

To entangle with.

Punk Fashion vs. 50s Rebel Fashion vs. New Rebel Fashion Wave

Does history seem to repeat itself every two or several decades?   The 50s rebels had the greaser thing going on with their leather jackets, jeans, and t-shirts James Dean style.  The 70s punk fashion came packaged with something similar: leather jackets, jeans, tees, and rock patches/pins on the jackets by way of the Sex Pistols and Ramones.  I’ve had a fascination with “rebel” fashion since a young age, wearing custom-made patchwork pants and dresses to high school bohemian style.  Nowadays, I wear light wash ripped jeans, a leather jacket with a pop of color, and pearl adorned sneakers with faux diamond rings, hoop earrings, and cat eye shades for a statement.  The glamorous rebel look is my thing, where diamonds meet dirt, gutter to the stars.  My love of glamorous movie icons like Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn meet rebel heroes like Sid Vicious or Marlon Brando in a Hollywood back alley.  The dust kicked up by non-conformist attitudes marries with a love of flaunting beauty and bejeweled spectacle.  Happy almost-weekend!

James Dean

James Dean Greaser

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Sid Vicious Leather Jacket

Reign Diamonds

Happy Birthday Norma Jean!

Humble beginnings,

Sheltered in stark contrast,

A life in royal bloom.

 

The avenues of her steps

Echo in

Eternity,

Furs scraped against

The walls of chaos.

 

Bled in fury of her form,

Taken to the downstairs lair,

Drenched in diamonds, delusion,

And care.

 

Laid in a simple drawer,

Her modest return,

Silver screen

Pandomonium

Cut from a steaming reel

In the wash of dark theaters.

 

The light of

Her glittering stare

Reflecting back to its

Quiet origins,

Simple, barren,

A backwards growth

From tulip to flare.

Runway Workshop with Charleston Pierce at StudioMix in SF

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I took a free workshop Saturday with Charleston Pierce and his awesome female assistant at StudioMix in the AMC building on Van Ness Ave. in SF, who is both a model and an actress.  I had a lot of breakthrough moments that day, leading to a group huddle at the end in which I rejoiced and got teary-eyed.  I feel blessed to have Charleston as my new friend and life coach.  He talked to us a lot about giving the audience our genuine selves when we walked and not faking our expressions.  It was just me and a few other male models, some of whom were modeling for the first time.  Charleston showed us a beautiful runway performance of his.  He really put the smile, swagger, and soul into his step!  I was delighted to see more of it, because I didn’t know what to expect, and that is truly the mark of an original runway performance, one that delights and excites and keeps the audience asking for more.  The first walk of mine had poise, but not enough focus or direction.  The second one was a crazy spiraling dance not fit for runway in which I was looking down too much and the last one was more focused, but I have to rid myself of certain bad habits.  Charleston instructed us to lock ourselves in the bathroom and practice our expressions.  My bedroom closet door mirror and the bathroom mirror are my new office space!  I learned to bear my most authentic self without losing control or focus.  Much of the walk is a mental exercise.  We discover our best walk through careful cerebral calculation of spatial formations and poses/attitudes.  My ballet training at Dance Innovations in NJ has helped me to distinguish my walking and posing techniques.  I hope to use this training to become more familiar with my own habits and go onto having greater confidence in and control of my walk!