Black and white and read all over - well not exactly read 'all over' but a couple people anyways...

hayzoos chreesto, these stools are rad.  Does anyone know who makes them or where they are from?  I'm almost positive that i can't afford them (again, I have a LOT of  money, tons!, swimming in it! Scrooge McDuck style, like which-trustfund-do-i-withdraw-from-today, kinda rich).  But I would kill for these stools.  I got these pictures from emma's blog.  and per usual they are super pretty.   Sidenote:  Her blog is quickly becoming one of my all time favorites. where does she find all these pretty pics?  check todays post out, she posted some more, to die for pictures (or cry for if you are unlike  me and can't afford to have interiors like these...pity for you)

I like this huge black and white trend, i appreciate how classic it is, how simple it is, etc etc, but sometimes I want to rebel and paint my walls turquoise or cover them in blue wallpaper.

It makes me kinda want to do something less perfect, less sophisticated....anyone agree?

Una posta sobre Jose, the Mexican.

I worked with The Bearded Mexican gang last week, i didn't name them, just passing it along.  To be technical, only one of them was Mexican, and the other two were Brooklynites and a Bostonion, but man, were they bearded - claiming no irony, bt-dubs. This included the photographer, Jose Martinez (the mexican, hola) and Eric, Pat and Anton his helpful posse.  It was pretty much un pleasure en total.  

Jose shot this anthropologie catalogue last year.  Do you even know what that means? I am one step closer to an anthro (yes i call it anthro, i also call urban outfitters 'urban', deal) catalogue job.  My years of rubbing the photo genie lamp, throwing coins in the wishing well, and sticking pins in the homemade (i'm crafty) voodoo doll of the stylist who has been lucky (and ok, very talented) enough to book the job are coming to an end.  Sure, i still have no contacts there, they don't know I exist, they haven't looked at my book or passed around my name, and frankly i'm probably not ready for the kind of risk taking that they need from a stylist.  BUT, i have hugged someone that has worked with them.  I rode in his truck even, where I covertly collected his hair particles and skin cells, prior to having him autograph a bunch of copies of the catalogue.

Not to dis anyone who is into 'the secret' or anything,  i'm into positivity too, but sometimes you have to go back to good old fashion witchcraft to really get what you want.  I mean, put your money where you mouth is; grow a pair. Spells, chants, potions, etc, there is a reason why it's been around for millions of years (bad with number concepts, could be 500 years, whatevs).  We all work within our own comfort levels, i suppose.

 

Regardless, Jose is super super awesome to work with and his pictures are really pretty. I can't wait to see how they turn out.  i'll post them when the catalogue comes out. 

y Te amo tu trabaja, Jose. you are le bomba. 

Emily had a little lamb

hmmm. i shall call this the 'i got to hold newborn lambs all weekend' post. whatever could it be about, you wonder?  just the fact that I, Emily Henderson, styled a shoot on a sheep farm for four days in Pendleton Oregon where i could embrace baby lambs at my leisure.  We were shooting the Pendleton Woolen Mills catalogue so we went to one of the farms that they get a lot of their wool from.  let me be clear, Pendleton (the town) doth blow hard.  But the farm  and the company are rad, americana at its best,  full of the nicest people, a bunch of awesome peruvian sheep farmers, un-ironic western shirts, rodeo gear and rolling grass hills for forever (235,000 acres) where sheep have pretty awesome lives.  if you worry about where your wool comes from, buy their products.  these sheep are happy happy happy. i saw them first hand.  They get sheared once a year (the ewes give up about 13 pounds of wool, the bucks 18lbs).  Its all totally sustainable, not sure if its organic, or what not, but the sheep really do have the lay of the lamb and roam wherever they want.

  This city slicker finds anything super authentic and americana extremely awesome, if not endearing;  the old wooden shovels, the chippy white painted fences, the sheep herding dogs that take serious pride in their ankle nipping abilities, the broken down, sun bleached sheds, the edison industrial lighting in the barns, etc. etc. If you ever wonder where John Derian and, well now, everyone gets their industrial vintage pieces, its places like Pendleton, Or.

These lambs were 2 DAYS old.  They were outrageously cute.  This guy (above) is Brian, the husband who is also the biggest animal lover I know.  He visited me over the weekend because I had already been gone for 2 weeks and i'm starting another job straight from here for a couple more weeks.

We watched the sun come up and go down most days.  It was super, super pretty.  I'm feeling a bit broke back right now.  not sure what that means.
oh and pendletonians are super super nice.  I'm not one of the city folk who gets annoyed with niceties (at least not quick niceties).  I relish in them-  the unnecessary conversations, the politeness to pure strangers, the genuine and honest food reccommendations from waitresses at restaurants.  i love it all.  I once did a shoot in Little Rock and i have to say after 3 days of being called 'miss emily' (by EVERYONE, randomly, there was no town meeting about it, i wore no name tag, it was as if it was my given name) i realized that i might actually prefer it and was disappointed when upon returning to LA people didn't jump at the chance to address me as such.
yes. i like nice people.  unless they are in front in me in line making unnecessary convo with the teller.  or walking really slowly on the streets. or trying to give unsolicited advice about which shoes or clothes or jewerly i should buy in a store.  then miss emily gets a 'lil' bit peeved.

don't mean to brag, but...

I hope its not just because i'm tipsy, but i'm feeling pretty sentimental right now.  A preface:  I get super annoyed with people who brag about their jobs, especially via facebook, updates like 'i feel so lucky right now to do what i do'.  It really gets under my skin, i just want to say, 'oh.., so good for you, aren't you just the luckiest little, cocky piece of sh*** rubbed in everyone else's faces'.
Most people that know me know that I like what i do. and right now, i'm feeling it. major.

Why? because i'm working with some crazy talented people.  The art director, Maryalice Eckart, provides unlimited inspiration and energy, while the photographer (to be blogged about manana) captures it all.
It makes for a very interesting and challenging day.  i'll post the pics when they come out. These are all  from Maryalices' portfolio.  which is awesome.

And just to be clear, it's not always like this.  There are some shoots where you aren't given any inspiration, nor do they want your input and you end up feeling like a scherpa.  which would be fine except i'm not climbing everest,  really just dragging bags into the studio, unpacking and repacking and leaving the studio.  the view isn't really as good,   nor is the air quality.

bachelor flower edition...

Yes....!

 i love this picture.  legs were so the 80's.  stomachs were the 90's, shoulders the 2000's (or the aughts, as we are supposed to call that decade regardless of the fact that very few people know what 'aughts' means).  but legs. ah. those.... were the 80's.  pantyhose. pumps. THEY ARE BACK.

but that's not this post.  this is a flower post. 

more specifically, a farm wedding flower post. my weekly dedication Nicole, one of my best friends, who is getting married next september to one of the best guys ever.  its gonna be the shiznit. 

I would like to be at these parties.  hey, nic. you down?  you likey these flowers?

all photos from once wed.  

aubergine and apathy

sometimes you feel like blogging and sometimes you don't. gosh. so i just actually typed that with my little sausage fingers.  embarassing (about the admission of both the blog apathy as well as the state of my bloated appendages). regardless.  It's kinda like cuddling. nope, i always like cuddling. maybe its like going out? nope. i'm the socialest beast in the animal kingdom. (hey spellcheck, get a real job, you are such a buzz kill) maybe its like cooking...yep, that's it.  not me, of course.  i no cook-y. brian cook-y. but  i would imagine that someone who likes to cook feels like cooking a lot (like me and the blogging), but now and again has super long days on set and catches up with friends and family at night, and cooking takes the back burner to everything else.  and where does that leave the blog?  a blog does not right itself, oh no, it doesn't.  nor would i want it to.  it would be like a naughty naughty dog walking itself, or itunes creating its own playlist for you.  i would be very very worried.....remember the sandra bullock movie 'the net?'  a blog can start taking over your life if you let it blog for itself.

so, is this a cop-out blog post?  fo shizzle.  will i do better tomorrow? you know it.
Do all these pictures have the color eggplant in them? yes.  is aubergine a pretentious word for eggplant? definitely.  is it lame to have the theme of your blog post be the color eggplant?  kind of.

but i love you reader(s).  i love all your comments.  they make me want to be the best blogger i can be. yes... like the army, but not exactly fighting for my country,  or fighting at all.  really just typing. but typing ferociously as if the keys were my enemy. and that is a fight i can believe in.
totally delirious, obviously.

Take me back, turquoise, I need you, baby. real bad.

Dear Turquoise,  (sigh.)
Sometimes, and just sometimes,  i believe the people that say you are not sophisticated; that you are 'reminiscent of teenagedom' (should be a word), or 'bad wannabe-ethnic starter furniture'.  But other times you make me so happy and excited, and I wonder why i have listened to all these pretentious color snobs that paint themselves beige and read architectural digest for so long. 

I want you back, turquoise.  So bad.  I know, I know! You are upset, and what color wouldn't be?  I courted you hard core  from 22-27, we got serious, then i thought i was too cool.  Sure, sure, there were the bouts with indigo and navy, and yes i do still see them a lot, but it is you who i have always waffled over.  You are emotional, you see?  You are sometimes hard to look at, or you make me want to have a cocktail with an umbrella in it.  You remind me of South America, Southeast Aia, the islands, anywhere really where the British empire could send their leftover  paint, colors they were too good for, too sophisticated for.   Well you know what? more like colors they were too lame for, too safe for.  Boom.  Not you, though.  You've always taken risks, always pushed the limits of what blue can be.  

I may not put you on my walls or reupholster my furniture in you just yet, but turquoise i want you back - in accessories, throw pillows, fabrics, art, vases, books.  You get the idea.  Baby steps.  We'll take it slow.  See how it goes.  make sure the chemistries right, that we deserve each other.

Let's make pretty interiors together again, Turq. ( and yes, of course i remember....who couldn't?.. it was the 80's in palm springs.....blush...)
(1st photo, Mikkel Vang, 2., Robyn Glaser, 2., Roland Bello) pretty much my favorite lineup right there.