Part Three

    I popped another cigarette, and ran toward to neck of the wood.  I got myself into a thought: saw myself walked out of the campus, a limo approached me, and the door opened.  I looked at a stranger with familiar face sat on the passenger seat commanded me to hop into it.  I went along with a stranger, he jacked thousand dollar bills in the front of me and threw it at me.  I glee with a joy. He said, "take your clothes off!"
    11:59pm, I came back on the earth and went str8 to the same old boring cycle: show up at the team meeting, waited for a  tardy captain. He have not shaved his beard for weeks.  he looked ghastly and remind me a lot like a monkey with a strange nose:

Proboscis monkey

    He wanted to share an agenda with us. They were my co-workers and got annoyed with him.  I would lost myself for not pay attention to his agenda, only analyzed his bloated gut. I mean it was so huge as it would pop if you stick it with a needle. *shuddering* I wondered what's a storage in his gut.  It seemed that it got bigger every week to the point where i would asking him if he was pregnant.  

    The meeting adjourned, I chatted with my co-workers about the bloated gut. I went to the retro building with a lot of stripes.  I saw the many streets went different directions and thought I should change my route to get out of neck of the wood. But I did not, and went into the building. *face palm*

 

   Oh Gawd!  I'm relieved that I saw the Balenciaga collection of Fall 2012. It looked acceptable! Cuz, for the last few collections were pretty off. I found out few weeks ago, Nicolas Ghesquière lost his best assistant Alistair Carr.  I googled him up and understood why Balenciaga was off the direction for last few collection without him. 
   Oh poor Nicolas!  He had to do it by himself.  I wished I can be there to rescue him to get Balenciaga back on the asphalt. And now, Fall 2012 collection was getting better.
    Balenciaga is one of my biggest inspiration.

     11:25 pm:  I dressed myself in the dark, and did not care what I looked like. Because at work, nobody pay attention. Except I wore $350 dollars jeans. I would be scolded from my so called leader that I am not supposed to wear jeans to work.  For the mother of god, I work during graveyard shift and sit under the desk. Who would noticed me wore the jeans? *shudder*

       I got my snacks: lot of nuts and oranges.  I ran out of my apartment to the bus stop.  I lit up a cigarette and waited for the bahn to arrive.  I got bit restless, time ticked closer to my work shift.  Alas the bus was here! I hopped and plopped on the dirt seat. 

       All the sudden, I saw a vagabond lady sat across from me.  She screamed.  Everybody looked at her puzzled.  She flashed her boobies to us.  It was ghastly view.  Her boobies were consequently out of proportion, and it literally went south, I mean SOUTH POLE! Her tits pierced my eyes. I had to shut my eyes so hard and tried to forget everything as if I want to format my memory from what I saw.  *CTRL+ALT+DELETE*  The bus screeched and kicked her out.  Oh dear!  Goddamn driver, would you hurry up!  I pulled the bell cord stop where I worked.  I checked my phone and clicked: 11:50pm.  FOOK! Run Mava Run!

Sneak preview of new series "Tribal dolls"

Oh 

ummm!  I think i can whip up a coat looked like this.  But too much labor eh! 

Oh, Meadham Kirchhoff!

Pardon moi for the mess on my sewing table. since it wound up with many stuff going on. So, I created a new series of Mava dolls; the embodiment of tribes. They lived in forest, desert, and the natural world. 

I always been drew irresistibly the attention of tribes. Their attire and lifestyles made it looked pretty simple. While we the "civilized" people shot our feet for everything that we controlled by money.

I made the cute customized doll for a client of mine.  That character's name was Gamzee.  I never heard of it until I googled it.  Cute looking character.  So, i whipped it up a doll!  I really wanted to keep it. Unfortunately I sold it to my client. *sob*  It gave me some ideas for my future Mava doll. 

the alarm light blinked at 11:00pm, I groanly woke up and stared at 11:00pm alarm and it shook my bed violently. Of course I snoozed it. What the fuck I woke up at unholy hour of 11:00pm.  Can someone take me away? Is there somewhere waiting for me? 
    Anyway, I had an obligation to do the chase and scold at those crybabies business. I never bothered to turn light on every time i took shower.  Being in the darkness felt my peace.  I hopped in the shower. the water was so hot! I love how it stung my skin and lathered the honey  scent soap. the aroma was so wunderbar. I inhaled the honey scent and closed my eyes. 
    I walked down on a small street, the buildings squeezed together and saw many window displays show lot of balenciaga bags. I leaned on every windows and drooled at those bags. the fog smeared on the windows when i breathed. Those bags looked brilliant and it did a wonder on me.  The honey scent faded on me.
    I got out of shower and groaned at myself.

Best Collection of Fall 2012 gone to Walter Van Beirendonck!

Oh dear! I am exhausted from applied the graduate schools. It really jacked me up big time. my brain is fried and aimless.  Should I make a bold move? QUIT MY JOB?

Ah, I did the new series of painting, it started with this portrait and i accidentally added an applique on the mouth . I thought it was a marvelous idea.  It looked so gobsmacked! There was a metaphor. LIPREADING AND RORSCHACH

Introduction to MaVaology 101

I am working on the series of beanie hat dolls.  I hope I sew as much as I can and want to make it look adorable!  It reflected a lot of my style, too.  So, I can host a MaVa dolls show which i had not done it for years.  I thought it was a good opportunity to do it. My dolls sold all one the world. I want to continue to make as if I give birth of many MaVa dolls! 

Ah, it is fucking time for me to fuck off!

I need to fucking focus on my fucking project for the fucking time

I got bored with my coats, I was not in the mood for coat shopping. well well, i lied! I had holes in my pockets so I could not SHOP.  I thought I had enuff shit to make a coat of my goddamn possession.  I checked my fabric rack, and boxes.  I got the grayish greeeeen fabric, lush black leather, not that so called fake phleather.  oh gawd, the gorgeous maroon red fur! Thank  to my Tommy!  

So, I whipped all the materials together. It turned what I wanted, a feeling of nomadic style. It took me almost two weeks to complete it. It ain't cheap! 

André Leon Talley said to Vera Wang, "First of all... Its been a very bleak week so far its been bleak streak over here in America ! You know what ? It's the famine of beauty ! Its the famine of beauty ! The famine of beauty honey ! My eyes are *starving* for *beauty*!"

I kan kan do it! The fur: it challenged me to sew it on apeshit sewing machine, 

not specialty fur sewing machine. Anybody please buy it for me?

 *eye rolling*

*scream* It stretched all the fooking time. I had to iron to shrink it back to the goddamn size! Fudge it! 

Oh gawd! I painted skeleton legs on my jeans. I loved how it made me looked skinny! 

*sniff* I cried that I did not saw any lard!

The New Gorgeous: Brood Spring 2012 by Serkan Sarier