Good-bye, winter – with it, Seattle's quintessential look. I welcome spring and summer. I can't wait to discover new opportunities. Until such time, so long, dear reader.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Prince & Princess
Good-bye, winter – with it, Seattle's quintessential look. I welcome spring and summer. I can't wait to discover new opportunities. Until such time, so long, dear reader.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
The Sartorial Rosebud
From her color palette to her bag, from her boots to her body art, and all the little things like her earrings, glossy nails and phone, Therese's selections express who she is; they enhance her beauty for all to swoon over. The low neckline of her shirt exposes her collar bone. The shirt's shoulders accentuate hers. All of it frames her cover-photo face happily. The cut, fit, and color of her shirt, the pale hue of her soft, even skin, the midnight darkness of her lustrous hair pull me in close enough for her eyes to grab mine and dance with them.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Meet Dio
From afar, at the juxtaposition of Seventh and Pine, a sartorial shadow disappeared into the book store. I almost didn't turn 'round, but some mysterious force overtook my being and lunged me in after him. The closer I got the more he shined, until there he was in full view, blinding me like a diamond in the limelight.
He was sizzling: I had to document his look for all to marvel, study and learn, what have you - eat off him? I asked away; he was ready and willing; out the door we flew. I was on a mission to capture his look asap lest the flame of opportunity extinguish.
Dio hails all the way from Taiwan. In about as fast as you read this, I whimsically imagined his journey: Over the Pac he slung shot to LA, then sped up to SF, catapulted up to Seattle, navigated across to NY, where he hurdled false hopes to near exhaustion before half-circling the roundabout back to Seattle, where he's now a student of fashion at Ballard's NY Fashion Academy. In everyday time his movements spanned four years.
In so many words Dio acknowledged that his decision to devour the Big Apple was premature. He survived one month. "So, NY kicked your ass?" I remarked.
"Yeah, how did you know?" he replied. Half surprised, half embarrassed, he wore his heart on his sleeve.
Something tells me that NY hasn't seen the last of Dio. I doubt that the world hasn't, either. NY, Paris, Milano, Tokyo, look out, Dio's on his way.
Dio, thank you for electrocuting me with your incredible fashion sense. You are an inspiration.
Mr. Andy
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Twice in One Day
(Below) Evening arrived and brought Miss Anonymous along for the ride. I don't know what it was about her that intimidated me so. I almost didn't ask if she'd let me take her pic. I requested that she continue reading her book and pretend I wasn't there. The blur resulted from my nervous hand. I'm surprised that I steadied the camera long enough to salvage the image below.