may i feel said he by E. E. Cummings

may i feel said he
i'll squeal said she
just once said he
it's fun said she

may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he
why not said she

let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she

may i stay said he
which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she
if you're willing said he
but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he
ow said she

tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he
go slow said she

come? said he
ummm said she
you're divine! said he
YOU are Mine said she.

SO RICH...

Louis Vuitton Journey Commercial Campaign

Mario Testino Photographs Keira Knightly for January VOGUE UK

UNTIL ONE - SWEDISH HOUSE MAFIA DOCUMENTARY

"DJs, ARE THE NEW ROCKSTARS" - Rolling Stone Magazine

PARIS!

GIRLS ON FILM for Factory

Natalie Portman for VOGUE US

"One thing I remember about you, you want to love so badly!"

Please note that the following is 'Friend's Writing'. I love to share inspirational thoughts written by my dearest friends (with they'r permission of course!)

I looked at myself in the mirror. “One thing I remember about you, you want to love so badly,” he had said earlier.  My eyes looked tired.  I remember this apartment being much larger.  I returned to the living room and muttered something about how I didn’t mean to leave with his heart in my teeth all over again.  We smiled and shared a hug and a laugh and I pushed myself into the cold night air in search for a cab.

There is something about returning to familiar words and thoughts, something about the writing process - that makes me think of old lovers. There exists a lingering familiarity in the way my fingers run over your back, or the keys of the computer, and the recurring words and thoughts that come to mind.  What if we could revise our affairs as we do our words? In psychology they speak about the unreliability of memory: our emotions influence the perception of what we believe to have occurred.  Certainly, this is true for we the lovers that were once interlaced in sheets and at this moment walk down separate sidewalks in the city; the once besotted now carrying two entirely different versions of our own demise.  But what if we could rewind our steps - click, click, click, and bring us back to the bench where we separated in the park. What if, instead of the finality of my words, I only listened harder and you had been more compassionate. By examining my failed attempts at love I revisit my writing process and draw parallel between the two endeavors.

I am in charge of my writing, or at least, I’d like to think so.  I delete and edit as I’d like to, adjusting the angle of my perspective and coaxing you along.  I control how much I write, who reads it, and what criticism to take on board.  It is not the same for love, however.  I am at the mercy of the heavens for when love is to enter my life, and what I am to do with it.  We have no control over whom we love or who loves us back.

Just as we write our words, it is God that plays with his lover-pawns. Does He ever hope for a re-write? Is it our words that reach out to us for revision as lovers reach up to God in hopes of a re-do? Or is it the reversal; is it the writer that sees the magnitude of pace and placement, as the all-knowing God understands the importance of the larger story to come?  He knows that which the lovers do not.  Examining my life in relation to love, as a piece of God’s work-in-progress, I am presented with key-terms.  I would like to divide my current life-draft into the recurring challenges of both mother-love and romantic-love.  It is through these trials that I am able to inspire revision in my life after the fact, over and over again, in hopes of understanding what it is that He has in store for me. 

There is the certain topic, just as there is the certain lover, which is a consistent source of inspiration for me.   Both mirror each other, as they are failed attempts at love.  The failure lies in their rejection of me, not in my failure to give.  It is rejection that inspires resilience, I have found.  The topic that I continually find myself writing about is my mother.  Under no circumstance did my mother deny my love; to the contrary, she was a source of inspiration and confidence.  But when she left the earth it was a source of rejection, from God I thought at times, and just as a snubbed lover attempts reconciliation so I sought after her love even though she was no longer present.  The love I felt for her was reworded and refined as I sought to extrapolate meaning from her departure through poetry and letters and autobiographical accounts.  Depending on my mood, she took on the form of an angel or a painting or fire; at times she chose to leave and at others she was abducted from her throne. Such is the beauty of writing, through my familiar metaphors I could refer to her in various projects and much to my chagrin, the reader would never notice that I was referencing her, it was a quiet homage to her throughout my work.  Just as my mother serves as a fixation for my writing, there is a particular lover that operates as an obsessive platform for my sentiments.  Just as I revise the consequence of her departure, so do I insist upon modifying the reason for your misconstrued departure, dear lover.  As it is rejection that leads to resilience, for there is something we must spring from in order to be uplifted, it is compassion that levels our buoyant frame within the quest for love, both in our writing and our relationships.

It is the conversation, real or imagined, between the muse and the creator that advances the dialogue toward resolution.  Back to the imaginary bench in the park where I sat alone after my lover departed, I am left with so many things unsaid.  I am armed with ammunition in my mind of what I should have could have would have.  If only we could scratch that and start again, as we do on paper.  The dialogue between the two sources, arguing, conferring or furthering the quest for understanding echoes reason in both cases.  The relationship must be harmonious, however.  There is nothing more inane than forced dialogue.  The compassion that arises from when to speak and when to wait is relevant in both our relationships and our writing.  We place and trace the words from their original source of conflict and develop our argument skillfully.  This is the goal anyhow.  The dexterity improves over time and what was once awkward and frightening comes more easily.  Or at least we’d like to think so, for both relevant endeavors.

I am thwarted back to his original diagnoses of me wanting to love so badly, and draw parallel with me wanting to write well so badly.  Good writing springs from the rejection of bad writing, and compassion for the piece leads to revision and reconciliation within the work.  Sometimes it is the wanting that can get in the way of the doing, however.  My father always says you cannot want something and have something at the same time.  So must I be content with what I have in order to appreciate it so that I may move forward gracefully and knowingly.  So here it is that I will leave you, dear muse, as I have written myself into a circle, and there is no point writing to you when I want you so badly.  Simply put, I must have what I have, even if that is only a pedestal from which you will be adored in the kingdom of my mind and the dominion of my writing.

- Lauren Fales

Tribute to Alexander McQueen by Nick Knight

Fabolous - Steve Jobs (feat. Paul Cain)

Fabolous - Steve Jobs (feat. Paul Cain)

New York Times Style Holiday 2010

VOGUE UK JANUARY 2011

"an old portion of an autobiography that i wrote....." - Lauren Fales

"I love far too easily. The idea that love is something to be earned doesn’t make sense to me. Perhaps this is why I hurt over and over again, collecting my thoughts and opening and closing doors. I love people for their idiosyncrasies. I find beauty in their vanity. I love people for existing, for walking, for being only an amusement to my clear mind. They dance like feathers in the open space and I watch them flounder and flail to the ground. I love people more than they understand. I always write goodbye letters to lovers. I’m sure I’ve been written off to the dozen I’ve given my heart to as a girl that loves too much, and there is truth is this. My goblet overflows. I am red wine trickling over the counter and dripping on the floor and the stain will remain. One day they will learn to love as I do, perhaps in a future life, even if it is only for a fleeting moment. But my heart is not one that can be contained." - LF

Crystal Renn for VOGUE PARIS edited by Tom Ford

Jamie Nelson for Harper’s Bazaar en Español

Photographer Jamie Nelson captures Model Anna Rudenko for Harper's Bazaar en Espanol this month

Rihanna for Interview Magazine

Rihanna wears Spring Collections by Chanel, Louis Vuitton, and Jill Sander for December's Interview Magazine photographed by Mikael Jansson

Paisley Dee Photography & WISB* Art and Fashion Co-Op ART BASEL 2010

Miami Beach-December 2010- Miami born photographer Paisley Dee opens her exhibition for the second year during Art Basel Miami Beach 2010.  She has spent much time traveling throughout South America and will be showcasing her work Las Caras Perdidas: The Lost Faces, which is a collection of prints taken of the indigenous and local people of Ecuador.  Her images tell a story of humanity through people and their environment.  The artist’s fascination with humanity and civilization evoke emotion and portray a life different to a world she lives in.  In addition, Paisley Dee has shot all look-books for the organic luxury ready-to-wear line WISB*.  Adjacent to Paisley’s exhibit will be the WISB* Pop-Up Shop which features the S/S 2011 collection, available via demi-couture, a capsule collection exclusively for Art Basel Miami Beach 2010.  The shop will also contain one-of-a-kind accessories designed by WISB* and hand made by Haitian artisans as well as the BASIC* t-shirt collection, and the new WISB* men’s collection consisting of reworked vintage pieces.  This is a not to be missed one stop Co-Op of art and fashion. 

JAZZ boutique supporting Veteran's Day

JAZZ Boutique located at 132 N 5th street in Williamsburg is THE PLACE to be on Veteran’s day! FREE Food & Drinks! Donations to help homeless veterans & the opportunity to personally thank a vet. A special $5.00 donation will get you a 10% discount on all store merchandise. $10.00 donations will get you 20% off and $20.00 gets you 25% off. ALL DONATIONS will go directly to purchase needed supplies for homeless Veterans. JAZZ Williamsburg combines high-end designer items mixed with affordable, accessible pieces. JAZZ features celebrated and established designers such as Alexander Wang, Charlotte Ronson, as well as under-the-radar designers! TRULY MY FAV place to purchase accessories and jewelry! SHOW THE LOVE on this special day and SHOP!

Today Thursday, November 11th from 1pm-8pm at 132 North 5th Street in Brooklyn, NY 11211 for more info call 718-38808338 or check out JAZZ