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Designer Cheung Lik: Wear and Tear Collection April 30, 2009

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Excerpted from iFashion Network

Designer Cheung Lik: Wear and Tear Collection – By Catherine Shen

Apr 29

Yes, Jack Nicholson told it to our face that we can’t handle the truth. But lets all be honest here. The truth is, who truly likes a closet that’s sparkly clean? No clothes on the ground? Necklaces all lying perfectly upon tiny cushions? Maybe that’s how we all dream it to be, and designer Cheung Lik seems to know exactly what we are all thinking about.


After graduating from Hong Kong Polytechnic University, Lik explored many different materials and ways to create the perfect accessory. And looks to me she found it through her new collection, “Wear and Tear”. By experimenting with new materials and forms, she created a modern design with a touch of messiness that doesn’t get your mom screaming after you. (Which is a good change). It is edgy, new and completely original.

Check out the Squeezed Chains collection, scrunched up flashy chains with leather straps winding across your wrist as gun mental bracelets. Or check out the Weaved Tape, which is black leather weaved with gold chains perfect around your neck to impress.

Each style is the perfect ice breaker between strangers, so why not begin breaking the ice?





Accessories available at


Schon! magazine: Desperately seeking fashionable contributors April 28, 2009

schonAs some of you may already know, Schön! magazine is scouting for young creative people to contribute; from fashion designers, modelling agencies, stylists [fashion, hair and make-up] to photographers, graphic designers, illustrators and journalists. So, if you think you got what it takes, please create a FREE profile on, join the project “ Schön! magazine”, read the instructions and send copies of your relevant work. Kind and Schön!


Domestic Goddess Reads: Home Cooking April 27, 2009

homecooking_By Julia Pantoga


The other day I took my favorite book off my cookbook shelf to show to someone. This book is my favorite book—not just my favorite food memoir. The book is Home Cooking by Laurie Colwin, who died suddenly and completely unexpectedly at age 48 in 1992. Of course, I’ve read the chapters with recipes that I use all the time often enough to have memorized them, but when I showed the book to my friend, I realized that I hadn’t read the entire book in about a decade. So, I’ve been reading my favorite book again. If you read this book now, I have no doubt that you will say to yourself, “Aha! The original Domestic Goddess!” It is uncanny for me to realize how much my life has turned out to be modeled after hers. I’m a writer who likes to hang out in the kitchen, too. I prefer to stay home vs. travel, too. Like Colwin, I’m always looking for the easiest way to get the most credit for the domestic skills that I have .

When Colwin advises the novice cook to call an experienced cook, take his or her advice about a dish that works, then stick with that dish, I hope that you will say to yourself, “Where have I heard that before?” If you cook, or have ever tried to cook, I dare you to try not to laugh out loud when you take the two hours it takes to read this book. Her recipes are introduced with statements such as, “Here’s an amazing dish that you will never want to serve to your cardiologist …” When I reread her chapter on cooking disasters, after wiping the tears of laughter from my cheek, I thought, “Clearly, I do not take enough risks in the kitchen …” More later, I have a lot stored in my head for you. These days I am thinking about cheesecloth and pastry bags.


Folk Artist Wendy Presseisen April 26, 2009

dogirlsmFolk Artist Wendy Presseisen has a delightful style and sensibility that extends through her many works. From animals (cats and dogs included) to children to children with animals to landscapes, her prints have a quality of another era while still smacking of today. I met Wendy on Twitter, and she’s one of the most delightful Tweeters around. Visit Wendy’s site here.


What do I want to look like? April 25, 2009

styleBy Ruth Johnston

I did some unplanned shopping this evening when I had a mundane errand at Target. I rarely find clothes I like there, but they have electric carts—I’m disabled from walking much, so the mall is almost impossible—and a few times a year, I look. The price suits my budget. I pulled some things off the racks, and started trying them on.

I’m not easy to dress, although being thin helps. I have fly-away hair, I can’t wear heels, and I have to plan everything for how it will look sitting down, because more and more, I have to use a wheelchair. Moreover, for many years I was buried in a township with a hundred times more trees than people, and I was so busy raising kids that I couldn’t form a sense of fashion.  As the kids got older, I began to ask, what did I want to look like? I really wasn’t sure. I wanted to look nice, of course, but I also wanted somehow to look like myself. I didn’t want to dress like the people around me, who wore polar fleece to church. But who did I want to look like? Me. But who was I? Nothing for it but to start trying to find out. I made some bad purchases, and gradually worked out a few principles.

So I stood in the Target dressing room, seeing look after look that wasn’t just wrong, but horribly wrong. The last item on the knob broke one of my top rules: don’t wear extremely bright colors. This little top was the shrillest fuschia I could imagine, and I expected the usual horrors when I tried it on. To my surprise, it looked like me. Not only that, its graceful, short drape would look nice even sitting in a wheelchair: nothing stiff to bunch up, nothing long to fold or sit on. Three-quarter sleeves to look right sitting or standing, and to keep the chill off in air conditioning. I was still surprised, though. Why did this top that broke my rules still look like me?

When I was two years old, I fell in love with the machine-woven decorative strips that were in fashion on blue jeans a few years ago. I persuaded my mother to sew scraps of them all around my blanky, and I was sure I had the prettiest blanky in the world. I still like scrolly, complicated designs: the Book of Kells, Swedish embroidery, Norwegian knitting, Oriental carpets, and fancy iron lattices. If I had my way, I’d wear a Romanian embroidered shirt as everyday street wear.

As I seek the intersection between this season’s fashion, my disability, and my personality, I guess the compromise I’ve come to is that anything I truly love must always have some little decorative detail. It can be smocking, or lace, or fancy buttons. Best of all when it’s embroidery: I am still a sucker for flowers and leaves. Target’s fuschia top has two large, scrolly buttons. The design isn’t stamped; it’s cast into the plastic so that light can shine through the slits and holes between the edges of the beautiful design.

It’s a simple way of making a statement of individuality that overcomes not only the universals of this year’s fashion, but also the stereotyping power of sitting in a wheelchair. You don’t have to pity me, it says: just look at my buttons. I’m still myself.

See the sweater I bought here.


Musical collaboration April 24, 2009

Filed under: Goddess-Sanctioned Pastimes,Music for Beautiful People,The Artists — rebmas03 @ 10:28 am

musicA place for audio collaboration for anyone with ideas in sound.

1. Post links to your audio idea files UNDER THE LINKS SECTION – traffic noise, guitar riffs, rants, appliance recordings, birdsongs, unfinished compositions, old orphaned unfinished projects from your hard drive… If you don’t have anyplace to store files online you can link to, just do a search on “online file storage.” It’s pretty simple to upload sound files to share. *

2. Visit frequently to see what others have posted – take what you want from what you find. You can record or download files that are unmodified by other members, or you can add something additional to a modified project.

3. Modify what you’ve taken in some way – add, subtract, collapse, digest, excrete….

4. Post a link to the result of your modification.

* Current group members have used, and, and and may be able to answer questions.



Celebrate International “Buy Indie” Day on May 1 April 23, 2009

indieHere’s a great way to give back to your local independent bookstore. On May 1, 2009, go buy one book–paperback, hardcover, audiobook–at an independent bookstore near you. Find yours here.


The making of an artist: Mem’s Pocket Palette April 22, 2009

Submitted by Marjorie Cunningham, owner of Marjorie’s Cracked Plate Jewelry and manager of the Reclaimed to Fame Market.

One of the talented merchants in the Reclaiemd to Fame Market is Mem of Mem’s Pocket Palette.  Mem’s story is a fascinating and inspiring one and she has shared it with us.  Stop by Mem’s shop to see her innovative one-of-a-kind creations!

My name is Memory McDermott and I was born and raised in Colorado. My love for found objects and collecting started at an early age. My mom said that I would stuff my diapers with rocks, rolly pollies and anything else I could find that was not attached to something. (As a child I had to empty my pockets before I was allowed through the door.)

“We were raised in a small town, and the dump was down a dirt road along the river about ½ mile out. I started walking that dirt road on a daily basis by the time I was seven. In the summer time the other girls would play with their Barbie Dolls, and I would be at the dump filling my bucket and pockets with treasures.

“While other kids were making mud pies, I was making little bowls and animals. (I’m not really sure if they actually looked like bowls or animals, but that’s what I was making)

“I remember at eight years old this old man in town was watching us one day and he offered me 50 cents for my mud bowl. My very first sale and I was hooked! After that I would go from door to door in our little town with my “famous art” on a cookie sheet and sale to the locals! Everyone thought it was cute, so I did make a little bit of money until my mom and dad found out what I was doing. They were not amused and did not see “the cuteness” in my salesmanship or art. (They obviously had no eye for talent)

“I was never your typical kid, nor did I care! I was completely happy sitting in a tree high above the ground watching other kids go crazy at an outdoor birthday party. I say this because several years ago one of our neighbors died, and their kids came across a picture of me sitting in a tree at a birthday party and sent it to my parents. I was six at the time. I remember those times well, and I also remember that my mind would go crazy. I would watch, listen and think of how many things I could make from the napkin that had just blown off the table or the silly hats all the kids were wearing, and this has never changed about me. I still watch, listen and observe while my mind goes crazy creating things that sometimes come about and other things that get shuffled to a corner in my mind that only seems to be a distant memory of things once thought of.

“I loved the late ’60s and early ’70s! Going to college in Southern L.A. was one of my favorite times! I felt happy, free and political. That time in my life fit with my personality more so then any time since. I function the best when I have a cause. Everything was changing and the world was exciting and I wanted to be a part of it. I loved the freedom those times offered to create and be yourself and I took advantage of it, creating, experimenting and becoming a mother! Life was grand and I was a part of it.

“I could not tell you everything about my life without writing a book so I will skip all the details and tell you that getting a divorce, raising a child on your own with very little child support changes your thinking and your way of living. I soon found that I could make a better living as a construction worker then I could as a “therapist”. (Not to mention I don’t do well with whining) First of all I am petite. I am only 5’ and weigh 103 lbs. but growing up with two brothers I became tough. This is leading to the rest of my life. I became Union Carbides “First Woman” underground miner. I was a driller, and I loved it! Six years after my son was born I had my daughter and continued with construction work. When one job ended I moved on to another so our lives were spent on the road a lot. I worked for Brown & Root, Gary Refinery, Sturgeon Electric and on and on….

“In 1987 I had a brain hemorrhage that changed my life forever. . My son was 13 and my daughter was 7 at the time. They told my family to bring my kids in to say goodbye, that I would not make it through the night, obviously I did (we think, that’s still on the table) but I was in a coma for fourteen days in intensive care and after that a little over a month in the hospital. When I went home my parents came to take care of me for about 2 months, my son quit school to take care of me and my daughter went to live with my brother and is wife some time after where she remained until she graduated. It took me a long time to learn again and to be half way normal again and I was full of anger. I did not see the miracle that everyone was talking about. I spent hours, days and months in a dark room where I could only have two visitors a day and only for 10 minutes at a time. I was full of depression and despair!

“At some point I began to dream again of making things. I would spend hours creating in my mind, making something from an old object or painting a beautiful picture. It was those things from my childhood that kept me going. It was the creative side that softened the anger and gave me a reason to get well so that I could use this time to create.

“During this healing period in my life, which was a good eight years I made things, became a drug an alcohol counselor, opened my own shop and learned a new way of living. I always had a house full of homeless people, which actually started long before all of this and I soon was on a mission to make hats and scarves to pass out to homeless people every winter. (I still do that)

“In a six-year period before I came to Texas I was asked to manage a non-profit organization that was going under because of previous management. They only had 63 paid up members, rented their building and were losing money fast, forcing them to eventually close the doors. I told the board of directors that I would do it only if they stayed out of my way and let me do what I felt was best. I told them that the first thing I was going to do was use a donation (a lot in the city that was donated) as a payment on a building. I sold the lot and bought a huge, huge building for $150,000. They were horrified. I promised them that we would have it paid off within one year. We DID, one year to the date! We put on plays and dinner shows at the Hilton and eventually in our own building, we raised money through various activities at the club, had a monthly Las Vegas night that always brought in a lot of money and by the time I quit 6 years later to move to Texas they had plenty of money in the bank, 10 well paid employees and 892 paid up members. I tell you all of this because I believe after all of these years that a creative mind will take you a long ways if you let it.

“During these years I also got back into herbs, which I studied as a child with my grandparents. I sold my own line of tea for years then wrote a book with all the recipes. The only one I did not include was the Hair Growth Tea as I still have plans of marketing that.

“As I mentioned earlier, to tell my entire story would be a book, which this has become so I will quit with this last entry.

“Today I have two fantastic kids that are amazing adults and one beautiful granddaughter and they all live in Austin! I am also married to a man I met after moving to Texas. We have been together for 8 years now and live 70 miles Northwest of Austin so I am able to see my kids and my granddaughter often.

“I spend most of my days now just enjoying and taking care of our crippled deer and any other animal God sends our way. I still dumpster dive (hubby is over the shock now) and I still have my days but all in all…. my joy comes from being able to create and the hope that every day I have made a difference for someone else in this lifetime.”


If the shoe doesn’t fit, stretch it! April 21, 2009

My deeply coveted Chanel ballet flats

My deeply coveted Chanel ballet flats

I waited my whole life, or so it seems, to own a pair of Chanel ballet flats. And when I bought them I promptly put them in the closet for six months, petrified to wear them. Well, when I took them out this spring for their debut, I discovered that they were too small in length! Now how did that happen? Since I seem to have a lousy mid-term memory, I cannot for the life of me recall my decision-making process for sure. (That I can’t recall a such a significant shopping experience unnerves me more than anything.) However, I believe it had something to do with the size 39 being too big, so I went, under professional advice, I’m sure, to the smaller 38.5. I wore them for a day and considered amputating my big toe in the name of fashion, before turning to the Internet for solace. Would you believe I’m not the only one?! Here’s a wonderful site with tips on breaking in my exact Chanel flats, aptly named! The advice plus all the comments from fellow sufferers is all the practical fashionista advice you will never find in a glossy fashion mag. I think I know why, but I’ll keep my advertiser-pressure opinions to myself. See it here.


Valentino at Long Island’s CinemaArts Centre April 20, 2009

valtinoThe great Valentino documentary, “Valentino, The Last Emperor,” continues to break records in art film houses, but I was especially thrilled to discover the it is playing at my new favorite CinemaArts Centre near my country home in Huntington, N.Y. Director Matt Tyrnauer introduced the film last Friday, which I could kill myself for not knowing, because it was impossible to get tickets the director presentations at NYC’s FilmForum. I’d highly recommend seeing the movie at the cushy CinemaArts Centre, which is one of the fanciest art houses I’ve ever seen, complete with its own sculpture garden, chic cafe, and 3 roomy theaters, all set like a pearl in the oyster of this quaint Long Island Sound-side village. I checked with the cinema, and it’s supposed to be playing through this week, but will linger if there’s a good turnout. Learn more here.