Is totally sick. For exactly one semester at a shitty fashion school in San Francisco did we share each others creative company. She'd come in to class with so many awesome drawings and ideas, her hippie shaman spiritual influences were spelled out in the layers she wore. When you bother to read between the lines, you can find some really amazing, solid people. She is probably, and very accurately, the only person I've kept in constant contact with since I dropped out after that first semester.
In addition to her infectious laugh, she has since become a knitwear wizard. She even almost ripped her pinky off with a knitting blade during one of her final projects. She's given blood to the cause. And she's been so supportive of whatever it is that I do since day one. Since my days of falling through a manhole at Pat Duffy's Bad Shit Vert ramp party days, she has seen me in feeble, aqua green cast, form. But like most solid designers, she will be knitting and making things regardless of how many headbands get sold. Of course, she does more than headbands! I recently bought a salmon knit headband off Ponder Knitwear's Etsy account and have already received a few compliments! I even wore it to take my new corporate id badge picture. Headbands in pictures can indicate one of several things: cliche hippie, cheesy celebrity, spiritual hobo, or religious extremist. I think my photo turned out to be the latter. I know she'd be proud.
A few days ago, I posted this dude doing the Hammer Dance. Ring the bell again! Cause school is back in sesh. What the fuck!!! Too legit? Too legit for the chick on the couch. Keep it AZN. I want this guy at my next party. I want a sandwhich, and this guy on the side!
If James Brown is throwing fireballs at you, you know it's gonna be an epic music video. Whatever happened to videos with backup dancers that wore gangster ass A's jackets?