Potawatomi Princess Fashion Look Book

I've been thinking alot about my Autumn Look Book and since I am a former Milwaukee Native American, and have just discovered the joys of fringing, I'm posting some photos that are informing my style. The no sew stitching fits in with my lack of technical ability to use a sewing machine, and the war paint application is very similar to my non deft hand of applying make up. I'm thinking this seasons look for me will be Potawatomi Princess/Civil war drummer with a Couregges twist. Altho my personal blood line includes no native American Indian ( "my trail of tears", has been more of "a trail of beers"..thanks for that quote jack eigel), I include a photo of my great great grandfather ( in bowler hat), from the same time period. I'm sure he spooked more than a few Indians off his land on his Wisconsin death trip.

Chrome Hoof/ Chris Cunningham

Music/Performance: I have seen the future and its name is Chrome Hoof. I also had a revelation whilst watching Chris Cunningham. I lived thru his sonic/ visual/mind assault , even though at one point my teeth felt like they were being shoved down by throat and re inserted into my chest cavity. He's a master of the genre, and is not for the faint hearted, but it terrified and delighted my mind cavity into thinking this: you know, Im really not nurturing my dark side, and I am legally Mrs. Black Magik and remain so as of this posting.

My LIfe in Pulp Fiction?

Always entertaining, some Pulp Fiction Titles I relate to. The one MISS DYNAMITE, I think is the closest to how I see myself.

Buckminster Fuller/ John Eigel, Me

Just found this photo of me and the infamous Jack Eigel. Buckminster Fuller would be proud. This is from Jack's book " Dairyland Divas and Dandies" photographed by Francis Ford. Jack is one of the most unique visionaries, ever, and is highly underrated. Poetry im motion, he is a psychedelic walking piece of installation art. He is my Artist of the Day.

Buckminster Fuller/ Constance Abernathy

I had a million random jobs during my misspent youth in New York City, and met a million random interesting people. Constance Abernathy was a talented jeweller and old school eccentric who I worked for a few times. She was a buddhist and carefully planned her suicide, which was a shocking concept to me back then. She told me a story of being best friends with Yoko Ono, but she never spoke to her again when she got together with John. She taught me about precious gems and beads, she left me a necklace and this photo when she died. I love the space race, but she didn't know that.