Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Alaska Mangialetto | JACKEDfashion
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A WINGED women on a mission, she drinks grape wine and recites the truths of dress through decadent attire.
She brings new life to garments and believes in a colorful tomorrow.
You can find her lurking the streets of Miami in chunky shoes and drapery.
Currently she is in the production stages of releasing a new concept through JACKEDfashion Newspaper.
She also happens to be one of my dearest friends.
mS. aLASKA mANGIALETTO
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ALASKA http://jackedfashion.blogspot.com/ http://www.facebook.com/JACKEDfashion?fref=ts |
Collage.1- Lucky Charms
Going to start making these interesting collages in my photographs.
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Corpse Bride
Fashion Show at Chalk in collaboration with Pamela Wasabi as stylist and Bleach Hair Addiction.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
MAN VS. MACHINE FASHION INSTALLATION
Under construction in ordinance of the Queen to improve the exterior circumstantial pleasures of time.
FOR EYES
I.
I WOULD RISE FROM MY FALLEN BONES
AND BOW TO YOUR FALLEN FOES
COME JOIN:
LMNT
L.A.W. FASHION EXHIBITION
MAN VS. MACHINE
ART INSTALLATION: NIETZSCHE'S GHOST
BARE BONED WE EXHIBIT THE HIDDEN GLORY OF WHAT IS EXPECTED FROM US IN A SPECTRUM UNINHIBITED BY THE HUMAN FORM.
INHIBITED BY THE HUMAN FORM
THE HUMAN FORM IN ITS NATURAL STATE
AT IT'S MOST VULNERABLE REALITY.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
iiiIIIiii000iiiIIIiii | Far from the usual.
Overwhelmed but filled with blood thirst.
Ready to savage these beasts.
A two headed snake wearing the heaviest of all armor.
Crowning all the lands with her fashions.
Weighing out the seasons.
She dances.
This post is dedicated to you.
UPCOMING EXTRAVAGANZAS
Exhibit i
Fashion Installation
PeekabooSwimCapshow
Exhibit ii.
Fashion Installation
exhibit iv
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Dearest White Mountains
The leaves swayed in a synchronized dance. The White Mountains trickled with remnants of nature’s Germans. The green moss crept through each worldly rock. The waters haunted with chilling ease.
As the beautiful boy explored this land, his interior walls shined through the exterior facades. This place brought rare feelings of vibrant memories: the ones to move on from and the ones to look forward to, the unveiling retreat for a soul worth fighting for. Dripping in wine we found each other skipping stones. From one rock to the other we wandered up the basin. Forget all the sadness that in a different world so simply sits. Moving forward I pledge to love all, to be true to what I know, and what I don't know. Keep my friends close and my enemies far. Stay true to the knowledge Mother Nature has given me, knowledge of the magical unknown; a force field around my being and a sanctuary of dirt to sit and contemplate on the wonder of life. A getaway I will hold for a million years, grateful for this grime, for this untimely sign.
Calm down young child, like water you run. I can hear your wailing. Innocent in your cry, I come following to your rescue. Hold on to my hand, even when my being storms with rage. High over yonder I'll take you way past our nation’s flags. To the heavens we will drink with dandy friends to watch over. Keep us still with the coming of daylight, helping us master each day’s disguise… prepare for the next surprise.
I stand in awe over my mother’s treasures. What great glory the sun sheds. Showering our mother with exposing light, her water constant in her flow.
Fairies came to send secrets from under creeks. How could anyone feel alone around this most thoughtful place? Where everyone angles his or her own course and nobody signals a fire. A flame becomes our guiding light.
Forever earth will smooth my misfortunes with hearts of gold. To believe is to manifest, as to forget is to deplete. Change has come, change will come, and time is of the smallest matter. The freedom in the woods created deep caves in my veins. Pools where my blood can sit still and bury my grief to a grave.
Wine I must say has played a key role in all this enchantment. To me, I believe it is what churns our delights, creating harmonious dynamic among what sits quietly.
Night is falling and day is withering. Now the sun brings a beautiful reflection of Daughter Diana to our eyes.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Ms. Carmen E. Hamer
By. Lauren Ann Wolfe
Humbly for my dear friend.
Carmen E. Hamer
A mistress with a hand that relates to that of a master. Confirmed through recent studies of her penmanship, she seems to envelope a classic from the 17th Century. Without question, she prances like a damsel in high ranking. A soul for all to hold sacred. Her creations and designs bring new architecture to our beginnings. The detail of a single angle through her carefully stitched seams deflect the expression of a forever queen. Let's take a second to sit in silence with open eyes. These are the first birthed sketches. Exhibiting a collection which foretells three elemental foundations: Brain, Heart, and Time. An ultra level that she conceived through a series of six prominent scenes.
Coming this Summer to pound your pleasures I proudly present
Ms. Carmen E. Hamer
Monday, June 25, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Bunny Frolic.
A gathering of thoughts run a trot through my brain.
A stampede of emotions claim a spot to sit and revolve,
revolving and resolving.
To my mind they stand chained.
With them I live in wonder.
Always in wander.
Life might seem insane.
Enveloped by the scorching, sunny days.
Tonight I sit inside.
-Night
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Miami Zombies.Dedicated to eating face.
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Brazil 'cannibals turned women into pastries'
Three suspected cannibals have been arrested by Brazilian police on suspicion of having murdered and eaten as least two women who they may have turned into pastries.
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