29.11.11
7.11.11
16.10.11
moi et mon verre de vin
This is how it's supposed to be
rue de bac.
un espresso s'il vous plait
toutes les femmes et hommes sont tres chic
les chaussures, les manteaux
everything is chosen and worn correctly
les chiens sont matched to their parents
I was laughing across pont alexandre iii a cote de le grand palais
but I've yet pour prend une photo de le tour eiffel
parc que its expected.
And shouldn't I be doing the unexpected?
Doesn't it get enough attention already?
Besides, a single carved porte de bois outshines its glory quickly.
I'm glad I made the journey.
I've wanted to for some time, and finally, this is my everyday.
rue de bac.
un espresso s'il vous plait
toutes les femmes et hommes sont tres chic
les chaussures, les manteaux
everything is chosen and worn correctly
les chiens sont matched to their parents
I was laughing across pont alexandre iii a cote de le grand palais
but I've yet pour prend une photo de le tour eiffel
parc que its expected.
And shouldn't I be doing the unexpected?
Doesn't it get enough attention already?
Besides, a single carved porte de bois outshines its glory quickly.
I'm glad I made the journey.
I've wanted to for some time, and finally, this is my everyday.
9.10.11
PETRIFIED ALLIGATOR HEADS
I miss 355.
The long street walk, past hotels, food vendors and Hunk-O-Mania
A homeless man, passed out on the unforgiving concrete, liquor dripping from his open mouth
Keep walking, you're almost there. The only place to be.
“Top buzzer”
The friendly smell of 888, Marlboros and an undertone of BO wafts over. Yes, I'm back. Finally.
Small conversation,
“How was your night?”
“It was fine, and your's?”
“Oh, you know.”
A smile.
A new smell arises. Someone's cooking. Eggs, toast, coffee. Someone I know.
Todays instructions:
Unpack
Organize
Build
Challenge
Create,
Inspire.
I quickly get to work without questions. Cutting, fixing, placing, sorting.
The staircase from downstairs makes a patting sound. Step, step, step.
Up she comes, food in hand for the artist. Eat, Papa eat!
Another scent. Black orchid.
She looks at me. Smiles. “Hi.”
Her keyboard begins clicking thorough writings and emails.
A bird begins to make a ruckus.
Complain, squawk, complain some more, squawk.
Everyone rolls their eyes and continues with their tasks.
Music entrances, beating through its electronic feet.
Sometimes even Nicki shows up.
More tasks.
Stitching.
Patterning.
Pressing.
A collection.
This is going to be amazing. It has to be. It is.
The end of the day is near, I'm very tired.
Boss looks at me and says “Well boss, had enough?”
I nod. Lying.
See you later to the artist.
À bientôt to the writer.
Goodbye to the bird.
I leave 355.
26.9.11
12.9.11
LOGAN NEITZEL - SPRING/SUMMER 2012
PHOTOGRAPHY - RICK KIM - http://www.rickkimphotography.com/portfolio/index.html
10.9.11
RECLUSE part II
after a week straight of bloody fingertips, leather cutting and cold coffee, a collection has been created.
night through night, minions worked, threading and knotting. one dress, one skirt, one short
black throughout, with gold and green disguised underneath
E train to B train. A suitcase full of clothes bounced with two young aspirers dragging it along.
Behind bars and down small hallways, goddesses were created. Tall and thin; hair poised; makeup brushed to perfection.
Hundreds flocked to gaze at the beauty housed within the small white room
Flashes of light, chattering about, everyone seemed to agree.
The lights went down and then the pedestals were empty, a celebration was about to begin.
Drinks on the house, so naturally I couldn't refuse.
Rose petals, ginger-whiskys and 7 empty glasses later, the night was mine. I couldn't have been happier.
RO was beautiful.
LO was handsome.
Only good things were said.
And now, a bit tipsy. Happy and sad. I love the family we've created.
Goodnight for tonight.
Goodbye for a while.
I'm only just across the water.
x
night through night, minions worked, threading and knotting. one dress, one skirt, one short
black throughout, with gold and green disguised underneath
E train to B train. A suitcase full of clothes bounced with two young aspirers dragging it along.
Behind bars and down small hallways, goddesses were created. Tall and thin; hair poised; makeup brushed to perfection.
Hundreds flocked to gaze at the beauty housed within the small white room
Flashes of light, chattering about, everyone seemed to agree.
The lights went down and then the pedestals were empty, a celebration was about to begin.
Drinks on the house, so naturally I couldn't refuse.
Rose petals, ginger-whiskys and 7 empty glasses later, the night was mine. I couldn't have been happier.
RO was beautiful.
LO was handsome.
Only good things were said.
And now, a bit tipsy. Happy and sad. I love the family we've created.
Goodnight for tonight.
Goodbye for a while.
I'm only just across the water.
x
RECLUSE
(latin: recludere) [n. rek-loos]
one who lives in seclusion or is marked by withdrawal from society.
being alone; without accompaniment. standing by itself. sole; single;
lone; only.
one who lives in seclusion or is marked by withdrawal from society.
being alone; without accompaniment. standing by itself. sole; single;
lone; only.
7.9.11
the rain in new york sucks
being from seattle, i would think rain would be easy to endure
when i stepped out onto the street this morning, i was instantly drenched from head to foot
the dirty, aggressive drops invaded my clothes, making the hair on my neck stand tall as the rude water startled me
seattle rain is soft and kind,
it dances from the sky, flying down to greet passing people
sometimes it makes your clothes damp, but its okay because of the reviving quality it has
i invite the rain to cover me, i want to be drenched in the pacific northwest
if only all rain could be from seattle,
the world would definitely be a better place
being from seattle, i would think rain would be easy to endure
when i stepped out onto the street this morning, i was instantly drenched from head to foot
the dirty, aggressive drops invaded my clothes, making the hair on my neck stand tall as the rude water startled me
seattle rain is soft and kind,
it dances from the sky, flying down to greet passing people
sometimes it makes your clothes damp, but its okay because of the reviving quality it has
i invite the rain to cover me, i want to be drenched in the pacific northwest
if only all rain could be from seattle,
the world would definitely be a better place
6.9.11
ROMANIA
look. here's pictures i took this summer while i traveled through transilvania
ps. i also walked to the Ukraine
ps. i also walked to the Ukraine
NEW YORK NEW YORK
sometimes i just go,
i never think of where im going to sleep, where im going to eat, or how im going to get from one place to the next,
i just go,
never having a plan makes surprises arise more often and in a different form
they come from the hundreds of feathers you find, littering the streets
from the unique beauty of a new york skyline shadowed by night
perhaps a cute boy takes interest in your shoes, telling you he has the same pair
i never want my days to have a timeline, living appointment to appointment
pairs was thought of on tuesday and made a reality by sunday
i rely on my ability to improve life, a skill i have practiced and continue to perfect each minute of everyday
some say free spirit, i say a really good bullshitter
you can't tie me down because ive already gone before you get the chance
love life as it comes, because its probably the best life you'll ever live
and now, its time for me to go
Mr. J
i never think of where im going to sleep, where im going to eat, or how im going to get from one place to the next,
i just go,
never having a plan makes surprises arise more often and in a different form
they come from the hundreds of feathers you find, littering the streets
from the unique beauty of a new york skyline shadowed by night
perhaps a cute boy takes interest in your shoes, telling you he has the same pair
i never want my days to have a timeline, living appointment to appointment
pairs was thought of on tuesday and made a reality by sunday
i rely on my ability to improve life, a skill i have practiced and continue to perfect each minute of everyday
some say free spirit, i say a really good bullshitter
you can't tie me down because ive already gone before you get the chance
love life as it comes, because its probably the best life you'll ever live
and now, its time for me to go
Mr. J
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