Photography: Unknown; Photo No. 3 by: Derek Ridgers
I love the honesty that candid photography is able to capture. Beautiful or ugly, there is a vulnerability in the truth that it conveys. -tM
When one is not aware that they have an audience. -tM
Oh the classic Cat Eye, there are so many variations that can one can play with along with tips and trick and many eyeliner tragedies, I have finally settled on one that works for me.
I use a pot, Make-Up Forever, matte gel, (it last all day, and doesn’t smudge) and a thin pointy painterly brush. I start from the centre and move out, stopping at the natural end of my eye. I then, or sometimes before put a piece of coloured paper wrapping tape on the end-bottom of my eye, going from the bottom on an angle, just to have a guideline for my flick, and then I carefully draw that on, remove the tape, and voila, flawless. My last step is to go in and thinly do the corner part of my eye.
Now the trick is always getting the other side to match, however, one eye is always slightly different, just like the eyebrows, they are cousins, not sisters. So make sure to go with the structure of that particular eye, otherwise it will really look mismatched.
And depending on the day, time of day, or outfit, the intensity of that feline flick may change. And that is the beauty of the Cat Eye, it has the power to speak a great language.-tM
This also applies to changes and growth, when you no longer fit the mould of that friendship or relationship. There is no sadness in leaving what doesn’t work behind. Remember, don’t look back, you aren’t going that way. -tM
Uffff, how I adore this wallpaper.
Vintage & sexy, it conjures up all kinds of feelings, and lends itself to many interpretations depending on the accessories; from tacky, to dirty old man, or perhaps eclectic older woman, to an abandoned parlour where dusty old books sit, waiting to be handled again, and lastly, classic and timeless. That is the thing about animal print, it can be all of the above depending on presentation.
I find it interesting that this particular presentation makes me feel many things. You don’t have to be a fly on the wall to hear what the walls are saying here. -tM
People tell us who they are all of the time. It is up to us to decide whether we listen and acknowledge their truth. -tM
Those of us who live in the city, sometimes feel like we are going to melt into the heat and humidity often find ourselves wishing for a little pool relief.
This little innovation reminded me of just that. Hippy Chic, bathtub in the ground, and voila, a wadding pool that will last as long as the bathtub remains crack free. Cooling down is essential in summer months, and this is clever. -tM
It is not often that we see someone of a mature age depicted is such a carefree and involved way.
A playful spirit, confidence, and interest in life, are beautiful things. -tM
“We are who we are, having secretly decided who we would like to be.” - Oscar Wilde
I have always loved 70’s Cher. -tM
A multi media Artist, Lauré`s work is thought provoking to say the least. These are just a few selections of different mediums she continues to work with. They vary from sculpture, installations, video, tapestry, performance art, to name a few. She tells stories through art that explore the fine lines of balance between fiction and reality through personal myth and universal themes. -tM
Whatever happened to style? Whatever happened to the imagination that helped create an image to express who you are uniquely as an individual?
The more I look around, the less I am inspired. Teenagers, the ones that should be exploring who they are through fashion all look the same. There is a uniform for each age group it seems. I long for the days when subcultures, sprung out of the music they listened to, influenced their attitude and their style. Everything is so generic these days, creativity on all levels seems to have left the building.
The 80’s were a time of creativity and exploration. We have lost that somewhere along the way as Corporations and Fast Fashion take over and we march to the beat of another type of drum.
But then again, perhaps it is me, just getting older and longing for a time where my youth felt incredibly important and influential.
What do you think? -tM
Present and unsuspecting. A refreshing take on nudes. -tM
When architects began to design homes and spaces with large windows, curtains became an important element of interior design and architecture.
However, lately there has been a shift away (at least here in N. America) from curtains and a push toward blinds. I miss the romance and ritual of drawing the curtains closed. I miss the sensuality of the sun peaking through mid day; curtains swaying in wind, encouraging the merging two worlds.
Another time and place, saw me draw the sheers open and closed, depending on the sun, and often of the positioning of the moon, as this became standard, so did the stories of disillusion, fear, promise, and hope. There were always lessons to be learned at the edge of the window sill and in the rustling of the curtains. —tM
Because sometimes we all need to feel like the moon is there solely for us. Our own private source of light, alleviating loneliness. Consistent in her inconsistencies, she radiates a sense of calm and hope. -tM
So in the name of research I stumbled upon these ancient relics from the Roman Empire. The first being door knobs, the second being an assortment of chimes and decorative flying penises that were often hung above doors, inside and out as protective talisman’s and in worship of fecundity.
You see most civilisations, Greeks, and Egyptians alike, worshipped sex and God in much the same light. There was little to no separation. To be able to have sex and enjoy it freely was the ultimate gift of the gods, and to procreate was a miracle in the making, hence the penis envy.
However, I would like to know why they didn’t celebrate the vagina in much the same fashion. Perhaps the penis was easier to replicate in form and in shape.
Yeah, that must have been the case. ;) -tM