Posts in the “SARTORIALISM” category
Hibernation Station
by angeliska on January 21, 2008
She used to wear her hair like you except when she was sleeping, and then she’d weave it on a loom of smoke and gold and breathing. Escape by Amy Earles She is one of my favorite artists. All I (…)
Folderol, fall and all
by angeliska on October 20, 2007
It’s just beginning to turn here- still golden enough for your metal zipper to burn your neck, just a little, if you stand in a slanting sheaf of afternoon light for too long. Almost Fall! Nearly knee socks! Soon, soon (…)
Days in the Elf-house
by angeliska on June 30, 2007
Three days of constant motion, momentum for the sake of momentum- endless errands, packing too much/not enough lost articles, baggage mishaps, no sleep, unexpected grief, the circus (more on that later, I swear..) Suddenly I find myself thousands of feet (…)
Augustus in NYC – part I.
by angeliska on September 15, 2006
Oh my stars and garters! Where have I been? New York, you say? Mercy! I can hardly recall it- seems like a dream. It rained nearly the whole time we were there. It was wonderful. I haven’t really had time (…)
