Frankenhooker

Went to see Frankenhooker at Wealthy theater to support Gilda's Club during Laughfest. I thought it'd be packed like a Rocky Horror picture show with peeps all dressed up. Nope. One wolf, n Mr. Spookify who dresses vampirish but howls like a wolf.

N then there was meeee. I brought my little Frankenhooker doll, n she wore the fuck me pumps so I didn't have to. I did, however, have stitches drawn all over me, skull knee highs n gray chucks with glow in the dark laces.

Frankenstein is my all time fav book, so this spoof was calling to me. I went, I saw, I laughed, I crunched my face up. It was weird. But I liked her purple boobs!

London!

The first purchase was made from my asos marketplace collection!  I sent off baby blue gloves that were my mother's today to London!  It makes me happy.  Because I loved my mother's hands, and items that belonged to her are sentimental to me.  But, we can't keep everything.  I'm always happy to donate items to Mel Trotter, but certain things, well, I just felt like another life was intended for them.  So yeah, I'm quite pleased actually (I say with my bestest country Brit accent)...mum's baby blue gloves are off to play in London!

Just now, I saw photos my friend Eddie posted on FB--from where?  London!  #jealous of him and the gloves!  dang!  wish I could go there!  I was there once as wee girl with my parents en route & perhaps returning from France to visit my mum's fam.  I remember being on a bus with my little French dolls that I carried in a cute little bassinet style carrier.  I was covering them up with wee blankets to keep them from getting wet from the rain.  Those Brits sure loved me, I can remember how they smiled watching me...they adored and cooed about how I cared more about little babies getting wet and cold than I cared about myself.  It's a sweet memory.  Awww nostalgia!

The pretty blue gloves off to London!

One of Eddie's pix taken in London--I wanna adopt one of these cats!

Puppy Love

My Photography Style

Here's a few before/after images to show my approach to retouching/colorizing my photography.  I've developed a sort of style where I stray from complete black & white and colorize it a bit.  Or, with color, I gray it down a bit.  I think my art has begun to transcend my self.  I just came to this epiphany while throwing these few sample images together in an attempt to create a price list and give those inquiring an idea of how I work, and how I might make them look.  I've always known that I don't see anything entirely in black or white, or left or right.  I say this during debates, and I voice it in my poetry.  It is now evident that I show it in my photography.  I didn't realize this until now.  But yes, my photography is indeed an extension of self.  It's a visual map of how I see things--quite literally.

When photo retouching, I will:

• soften/lighten under eye circles
• whiten teeth
• remove pimples
• smooth complexion
• soften wrinkles
• remove cellulite
• remove any stray threads, hairs, or imperfections in the photo
• make you look the best you can without making you like a plastic surgery victim!

 

You can view a sample portfolio of my photography here:  PHOTOGRAPHY BY COLETTE

u just can't win

There's an old song by the J. Geils Band called Love Stinks
that has lyrics that ring so true with so many:

You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
You just can't win 

Yeah, Yeah...Love Stinks.


I was having a little barbershop conversation earlier, and I've learned a lot in my years of cutting hair and pouring drinks and livin' this life...u just can't win.  Why is that?  Why is it that it is so difficult to find reciprocated love?  There always seems to be such an imbalance.

He loves him, but he wants a girl...but he doesn't really know how to talk to girls.  And the girl who adores him just happens to be in a man's body.  "You can't help who you love" he says.

And then there's him...him who loves him, but that him is married to a her.  I'm sure he loves her, but.  That brings in the question...Why is it that someone can love someone enough to marry them, to spend days and nights with them, but feels passion for someone else?

I wonder...Are men incapable of combining lust and love?  Do they confuse lust with love?  I read something not long ago about the male brain, how if it feels compassion for say a woman, then its desire nodes don't light up...and if it feels desire, the compassion leaves the brain.  whoa.  how's that for core differences?  Of course the scientific journal worded it with greater precision, I'm just giving u the summary.

Then there's her, who is a him, who loves her, but she loves him who is a her.  Follow me?  This isn't as simple as gender differences.  Male/Female yadda yadda blah blah.  I'm talkin' 'bout love here.  It really doesn't matter how someone identifies themselves.  What matters to me is.......

WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT TO FIND RECIPROCATED LOVE?

I want the kind where you feel both passion AND compassion mutually!

Nature must have some sort of hand in this.  But shit damn!  I want the Romeo to my Juliet AND the Juliet to my Romeo in one package!  You Dig?

Damn.

Evening Gowns

Added a couple of cocktail party dresses to my asos collection both by Niki Livas:

Brown Velvet Evening Gown

Red Evening Gown

ReallY?

500 years later and you ask me "Why the sad face?"