Reach for the stars

NASA's announced its most diverse class of astronauts ever. This is AWESOME. Diversity makes us better. 💯


Diversity also makes us smarter. (Scientific American)

Fashion prodigy: leggings, repurposed

She's at it again!

As of late, Fashion Prodigy is enjoying the art of repurposing. The most recent example is a pair of black leggings with zipper details which she cut up and turned into footless socks, boy shorts and elbow "pads."

Notice the gloves, too. She repurposed an old pair of toddler-sized socks by cutting slits and transforming them into fingerless gloves. The resulting look has got this fierce, 80s power aerobics vibe (plus the upcycling is great for the environment).

#MyHero.
  

She has mastered the pose.

A megastar on the verge (Madonna in '83)

"In June 1983, Madonna was an ambitious 24-year-old getting some heat on the club charts," writes Rory Satran for i-D. "When photographer Richard Corman met the young singer, she served him bubblegum and espresso on a silver try at her beyond-bohemian walkup on East Fourth Street between A and B. It was, as he puts it, 'literally right before she stepped out and ran into the stratosphere.'"

After three decades, almost forgotten forever in a warehouse, the casual Polaroids of Madonna-on-the-verge are documented in Corman's limited-edition book, Madonna 66.

I love the raw intimacy captured in these photos. They are images of Madonna we so rarely get to see today: innocent, unmanufactured, unguarded. Over the span of her 30-year career, our eyes have been trained to see a Madonna meticulously cultivated and commercialized. 

In these photos you can feel her fire and young ambition. "I felt like a warrior plunging my way through the crowds to survive," she has said about those early days in New York.

I remember, as a young girl growing up in the 80s, how much I looked up to her. I related to that "I wanna conquer the world" attitude. As a grown up, I still do.


Madonna's not too happy about a planned biopic of her life. (NYT) 

Life accordian to Trump

I couldn't help myself. 


Life accordian to Trump, the original.

Radio silence (forgive me, Dear Reader)

Oh my, Dear Reader!

How did two months just whiz by without my notice? Well, I suppose this happens when you jump start your career and re-enter the work force full time.

Forgive me for the lack of fun and interesting stories. Sometimes life pulls you in another direction for a season. But know that I miss you and I will make an effort to post a good yarn every now and then, because I want to keep in touch.

love, -j.