Future Heretics

I've only recently learned about Future Heretics. Every look in this collection seems to inspire one to think of a character. Each ensemble creates some kind of wanderer whose clothes are road worn and have seen many adventures. This kind of reminds me of how I've been dressing lately. Just last night I was looking over the little details that I've put into my oldest t-shirts as well as the sings of wear and tear. I liked it. Since I've calmed down as a consumer, I love that I'm wearing the same clothes over and over. The main purpose of clothes is to protect ones self from the elements. When your clothes say something about who you are, how you live your life and where you've been, that's the special part.

I love the details in this collection (tye dyed long johns, cut up t-shirts, braided scarves). It's inspiring me to go shopping in my closet and look for more clothes to alter. As far as wanting something new, the motorcycle inspired denim jacket in the first image (my favorite look) is something I can't get off my mind.

www.futureheretics.com

Getty Crafty Again...

After finding this photo via Gnarlitude I got inspired.

Remembering Cliff...

I've been pulling my old flares out of the back of my little jean shelf lately. It reminds me of Cliff Burton. He probably wasn't conscious of how cool his jeans looked (that would be so un-metal). Or noticed that he showed off the drape of the garment so well with what seemed to be his signature pose. (Now I am wondering why I never cease to notice what people wear????)

The first Metallica song I ever heard (that changed my life) was not one composed by Cliff. I saw the video for "One" with the second bass player, Jason Newstead, who was recruited after Cliff's death. His tragic end happened in a tour bus accident in Sweden, '83. Such a bummer; he was really great. James wanted to kill that bus driver. The whole band didn't know what to do with their grief except tour. They say that's what Cliff would have wanted them to do. So they took their emotions to the road.

When I was at a layover in an airport this summer I saw Cliff's biography in Barnes and Noble and my jaw dropped. I plan to buy it sometime (airports will just hope to rip you off in your jet-lagged delirium) and I'm digging up older Metallica stuff because of my admiration for his bass skills. Long Live Old School Metallica!

Watch a compilation of his bass solos here.

Secret Places

I'm very impressed with this young photographer. Her images cause the mind to unravel stories behind each captured frame. They accurately evoke the first middle ground of life, when the longing for fairy tales is shadowed by the pains that growing requires. Isolation, sadness. Eleanor Hardwick is capturing 15 while reinventing what was pretentious angst.