Getting better

I'm not really sure how most people blog.... My ritual is having writiers block for a few days and not writing much.... then I get in the mood its just like write ALLLLLLLLL the blog posts!

I will get better, promise.....

Mens jumpsuit?

I envision to push boundaries and create something along the lines of this however with a huge hood, short sleeves and a short pant leg to combine with the roman gladiator accessories..... Possible?

Roman Gladiator Sandals

I have admired these shoes for like.... kilometres of years. Now I actually own them. I plan to combine them in an upcoming shoot with a contemporary twist on a male onesie and a gladiator theme of accessories... starting with the shoes. Oh, and I plan to also wear them in my everyday life! #love

PENTHOUSE MOUSE Open Photo Shoot

The heavy beat vibrates through the vast air and endless concrete floors. The vast spaces hustle with excitement and anticipation.

Watchers flutter about with a faux air of importance and self worth attempting to find the middle ground between paying attention to themselves and whats to come.

The stylist also flutters back and forth but with a sense of direction and dedication. She does the salsa dance of making sure everything fits the definition of perfect, a socialite, a perfectionist, a professional.

The models, males waif and alternative looking, the females blonde and perfect smiles, sit silently in front of the hair and make-up team, preparing to be transported from their daily life to a world of new beginnings. The team get to work, glazed eyes transfixed on each model, play Barbie and Ken.

The air through out the abandoned warehouse is chilled yet retains a warmth of creativity, the large space is desolate and barren, like an underground parking lot. The lights are dim but the expressions and smiles of people act like a pounding heart in a dead body with white washed walls. The air kisses and laughter between people, whether real or not, act as a barrier to the solid and harsh background.

Each camera flash captures a moment of perfection, a moment of life where nothing matters but the clothes. The photographers works the magic of the moment, giving regular instructional hand gestures and creating a mirror of poses for the actors to portray as they stand against a wall of white.

The models work on pairs, one guy with one girl. The variety of looks portrays shows the versatility of the brand. The shoot starts with two girls, on in white and on in black, on good and one evil. Mesh tops baring all with little on the bottom. One guy comes out on a jacket that looks like a laser light has pierced the soul of the fabric.

Next is a metronized country look, like the offspring of Country Road and Dangerfeild. The guy wearing a flannelet shirt that reached his knees making pants irrelevant, big boots to stick with the scene. His counterpart showing short shorts from, to somewhat extent, a great grandchild of the horse riding Jodhpur. Then as a complete contrast a girl appears in a pair of extremely tight short shorts that are completely covered in glitzy sequins. They are yellow then printed right in the centre of both front and back is a giant smiley face out of black sequins, a sight to behold.

Trance music breaks any awkward silence, generating a contentment amidst a world of fashion which is not at the slightest a grounded environment.

But maybe its a good thing; if we were to always remain in a world on the ground how could we touch the sky?

~ Hollier

Root Menu Music is Annoying

There was a 'favourite movies' section on my profile.... but again, I wrote to much to fit. Seriously, Blogger, get your act together. We like to write here....

I love bollywood movies... Something about the excessive smiles, head wobbling and the 'screw in the light bulb with your left hand and pat the air with your right' dancing always awakens happiness from wherever it may lie.

Dhoom 2 is my favourite movie, yes a Bollywood movie following the pursuit of two policemen against a world renowned thief and his gorgeous apprentice. Think James Bond cross with High School Music with a cast of men and women all invoking sexual desires. The tunes are pretty catchy too...

My other favourite movie is Kaboom, an American alternative thriller following the life of a schizophrenic and paranoid bisexual college boy who encounters many confusing moments from paranormal activity to undisclosed sexual fantasies. One finds it hard to watch and distinguish the characteristics of his mind, reality and the effect of illicit drugs.

My favourite TV series would have to be obviously Sex and the City, screw your face up all you want, I know you've flipped to it in ad breaks and ended up watching more than you intended, you can't hide it.

Another is Secret Diary of a Call Girl, which follows the upbeat and somewhat unrealistic yet humorous life of a London prostitute. Warning, after watching it, you WILL consider prostitution as a career move; just promise me you'll stick to ice-cream, tissues, convertibles and clothes you can't afford during your midlife crisis. We all truthfully know it's not filled with kind gentlemen swooning over your sexual experience. That's purely a TV marketing ploy to make it appealing... which works.

And lastly... I can never forget; Spartacus. The Australian TV series full of rich history, amazing fashion, chiselled and sweaty men, sex slaves, power, corruption, beautiful architecture, unrealistic special effects... Oh did I mention the idea of the actors wearing clothes was about as farfetched to the producers as was the fact that all the gladiators would realistically be dead after most of the wounds they ensure?

Seriously watch it, just make sure you are alone as you WILL take your clothes off, sweat profusely and have uncontrollable hormones... Come to think of it... That's probably why its rated R18+.

~ Hollier

Shades of Deception

Sunglasses are a topic of debate these days – has their function diminished from reducing the light penetrating the eye, to blunt and just fashion statement?

The first ever recorded usage of sunglasses, ironic compared to their title, were worn by the Chinese in the 13^th Century. The smoke coloured quarts lenses were worn in court as to conceal any eye expressions of those deciding the fate of a man below. Like those times, today sunglasses are worn in the fashioner’s world to solidify a positive perception of judgement experienced by both the wearer, and the viewer glancing from across the sidewalk.

 Sunglasses are a finishing touch to anyone’s summer attire. Without fashion, one is a mere blank canvas, without sunglasses, one is a painted canvas but lacking the signature required to illustrate completion and ownership of one’s work.

Those who wear designer sunglasses can give the impression of wealth and to some extent materialism. Whereas those who wear the sleek, slimline and edgy sunglasses with red reflective lenses show off their ‘masculinity’ and seek keen attention with one arm hanging out the window as they cruise by in their expensive transport.

The expressive look of retro hippy style or keen adverse in displaying a sexual orientation will be found with multicoloured round frog eyes glasses sitting sceptically between the nose and the upper brow. Those seen holding their heads high gliding through the streets are often sporting the sophisticated look of aviators. Those sunglasses originally created to aid pilots in World War II have since boomed into a fashion icon throughout the decades with those wearing them seeking an almost sacramental approach to fashion.

Then come the masked faces of avoidance, the sunglasses leaving more lens than skin and an impossibility to read facial expressions. The hidden faces scream loss of identity and a hurt and hiding personality. The awkward uncomfortable look that comes with these large goggles fits with the thought of them overbalancing and falling, leaving the sunglasses with a magnetic attraction to the floor below.

Sunglasses give an immediate attractive or repulsive portrayal of not only someone’s fashion sense, but also their self confidence. So next time you slide on your identity, are you showing yourself or hiding in the dark shades of dignity?  

~ Hollier

Maledious Modelius

What's with the name? Does he major in Ancient Latin? No, I don't.

I thought it appropriate to play with words and come up with a title to convey the irony with model stereotypes.

Stereotypes form for a reason, a generalisation based on a fact in a minority and projected onto the majority of people in the group. For female models it's usually regarding anorexia and other eating disorders. For male models, while not being as represented by the media as its female counterpart, it is the low intellect found throughout male models.

Honestly, this really is often the case... Sure, looks are nice... But you can only stare at someone for so long until you try and initiate a conversation... If the opposition cannot keep an interesting conversation evidently they will soon be forgotten.

So I found it necessary to create a paradox by taking 'male model' and turning into some elaborate scientific species name. I know, it really does nothing to justify my own level of intellect... However I never stated I was an exception to the stereotype did I?

I know I'm no Einstein, but when you research interviews with male models it becomes apparent to myself that I can at least retain a conversation with some depth and interest... Even if it's filled with big words that really hold no significant meaning that neither me or you truly understand.

I appreciate humour and intelligence in a human, so when I got the chance to create an ironic title... I couldn't just give it up could I?

~ Hollier