• drape - arrange in a particular way; "drape a cloth"
• drape - place casually; "The cat draped herself on the sofa"
• drape - curtain: hanging cloth used as a blind (especially for a window)
• drape - clothe: cover as if with clothing; "the mountain was clothed in tropical trees"
• drape - the manner in which fabric hangs or falls; "she adjusted the drape of her skirt

DRAPING. in ten hours. I wonder which context I'll be using...

Beautiful. Days. Unfold.

"There's always hope, no matter what happened before."

--Edie Sedgwick.

Factory Girl. I wonder who the Edie Sedgwick equivalent would be considered in society...

I mean, there is never a replica for a person, but I wonder who is the broken star that everyone loves and wants to be, but really knows nothing about.

My mom and I both agree that every person is broken in one way or another. We all start off sort of the same. And then, somewhere quickly along the way we become tainted. We can't do enough, we never look good enough, our hair is too short and then it's too long, we're too skinny and then we're too fat. Here we are, always trying to change ourselves, when all we really nee is to open our eyes and see the person, rather than what we attach to that person.

It's all GUILT BY ASSOCIATION. Things. Matter. Material. It's all meaningless.

I wonder where Edie would be now.

Maybe we'll meet someday.

SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HER OWN BEAUTY

Above: 16 yrs. Less than 1 yr. of experience. Thought that I was crazy when I told her she was beautiful. Asked her to simply let me take a photo, and this was the pose I got in a split second; no thought; no second guesses. One motion.

After producing the fashion show for PhilaU for the second year in a row, you'd think I'd be a little less amazed by certain things. But this year I feel like I was even more awe struck at the beauty, poise and natural movement of the models than the previous year.

My mom and I were having a conversation (it seems to be recurring) about time. I don't generally become stressed unless I feel challenged with time. I blame it for causing me to doubt myself, when in reality time is inanimate and can't do anything to control me, unless I allow it to that is. Well, thanks to Henry Van Dyke I get it a little bit more now:

“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.”

Time is time is time is time.

No matter how we twist or turn it, it's always the same. The numbers don't change, nor does the space between them. It is our own interpretation that we allow to cause discomforts.

A statement to solve any problematic situation: I can dance if I want to.

and to all, a goodnight.