I started a moleskine for my dreams
Letter One. Paris. February 17, 1903
Things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small,transitory life.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
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Some of my favorite people & a disposable camera.
Brendan / Greg&Holly / Sara&Ernesto / Asal
For the past month or so I have worked with incredible artists and photographers on the making of Spirited’s Noir generation.
My favorite part in Spirited’s trajectory is when I can work closely with the story and guide its path with a series of elements: the artist, the feedback, the muse and the final product.
These are unreleased and unselected shots that are not going to be in the magazine because we couldn’t justify using all of them to tell a story (even knowing we wanted to), but are images I love for one reason or another. I finally begin to understand what it means to have too much of a good thing. I’m in love with this issue, I’m in love with the magazine right now and its possibilities.
Thank you friends.
Photography Brendan David Coyne
Fashion & Production Amanda Maciel Antunes
Kair&Mua Kacie Corbelle
Models Holli Featherstone & Avion Pearce
Best Fashion Editorial References I have seen in years.
Ode to my (our) Frida. It takes me back…
L’Officiel #822, February 1998
Photography Iris Brosch
Model Laura Ponte
“Le monde entier dépend de tes yeux purs”
Paul Eluard
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Source: film-instant
We want to share some recent features of Spirited collaborators making of 2012 a magical year! Click Click below:
[photo of Amanda & Brendan by Spirited Event photographer Greg Parker]
Source: spiritedmag
Happy Birthday to my favorite human Philip DuPertuis!
It creates a visual connection between who I am and what the others see. It makes me feel safe and secure to think that others may understand me better through the image I put forth. For me, it doesn’t depend on who I’m with or what I’m doing; dressing in a sophisticated and feminine way is something too natural for me to detach from.
TransparenC Tshirt Give Away!
I have for one very lucky follower a lovely Proxy Apparel Tshirt (100% Organic 100% Fair Trade Made in the USA) to give away! The beautiful city-sky design is by some of my favorite people&makers aka The Made Shop.
What I need from you is a comment/reply telling me about your conscious shopping experience, as in ‘Do You Know Where Your Clothes Come From?’ and ‘Why do you care?’.
Answer these two questios and I will announce the winner based on best answer by 02/10/2012.
Good Luck!
[t-shirt is size Large but they run small to fit most girls between sizes 4-8]
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“As a child, I felt like a changeling at odds with the planet I arrived on. I didn’t understand the world I was born into, and that feeling of dissonance colored my youth. I saw that rigidness existed, and as a result, for me, rigidness got a bad name. Looseness was far better. And I gravitated toward a different life.”
Tilda Swinton
[photo by Mario Sorrenti]
what an illusion
Where there is a crowd, run the other way and you’ll be right.
Source: henrycharlesbukowski
Ballet Mécanique by Fernand Léger
This is gonna sound ridiculous (since I’m not a child anymore) but I don’t care.
I watched The Red Balloon (by Albert Lamorisse) for the first time last night. Maybe I should be sad that I never had a chance to watch as a child but my 9-year-old-self was happy with those thirty-four minutes of pure brilliance.
It’s not a movie to watch with your reason, and I’m not the one with reason anyways, so my relation to Pascal (the little boy and director’s son) was of Love at First Sight! In fact, if I ever have a baby and it’s a boy I’m going to name it after Pascal (dear husband: we’ll discuss that later in life) inspired by the film’s desire for magic.
Hours after the end I began into my own journey of finding its implications and meanings and why we are so damn cruel and destructive. I believe it’s a movie about our dreams and ways to find our escapes and paths for those dreams to grow stronger, but that it can be destroyed by an act of brutality (which in the movie as in reality It’s as simple as a child’s bullying another child). I’m glad I watched as an adult, but I’m also glad I haven’t lost my child-sense of looking at things for the first time.
Like poetry, we are left to fill in the blanks following this boy running across the beautiful streets of Paris and you (like Pascal) meet love, danger, mercy, life and death.
It’s perfection.
