Monday, May 29, 2006

All in the Details

I am having a small hissy fit.  Let’s face it, I’ve never even heard of “small” hissy fits.  They start large and just grow.  Maybe it’s a Southern term or action, but trust me I am having one.  And it is no where near small.  It’s an aggravating BIG one.  Why?  It’s simple.  I cannot seem to conquer this stupid digital picture feat without the pictures coming out blurry.  For every one that reads clear and true to color, there are three that refuse to cooperate.  I know I operate the camera.  Excuse me, I’m having a fit so explaining facts of blame and reality are not relevant to the situation.  I will not be reasonable.  I just want my way.  I want things to work out the way I want them to.  Nothing else.  No compromises.  Just do what I want so I can be content.  Arrrgh!  Obviously, the digital camera is not in agreement.  I think this hissy fit is necessary.  I’ve paid my dues.  I’ve read the articles (one article is reading…don’t be petty) and followed most of the instructions.  Still and present, yet blurry.  I’m have yet to be reduced to tears.  Check back in a few hours.

Meanwhile, do some thinking about Charles Lewis Tiffany.  Even better, Louis Comfort Tiffany.  Who are they?  These are the men of the blue box.  The men that mad Tiffany & Co. a place to remember.  I’ve been reading up on them and the trends they set.  Very interesting.  Frank Gehry is the newest addition.  An architect that designs jewelry.  Architects that design jewelry?  Obvious.  Maybe only to me.  Still obvious.  Architecture is so beyond visual, yet exists and is sustained by it.    He was never my favorite architect.  However, I experienced (yes, experienced) the Stata Building on the MIT (Mass. Institute of Tech.) campus last summer.  What appeared, in a static photograph, to be chaotic translated into magnificence in the flesh.  I say flesh because the building LIVES.  It took my breath away because I was so focused on exploring the details of the design that I lost focus on my natural inclination to breathe.  Dramatic, but true.  This is how I feel about jewelry, and this is the direction I want to go in.  It’s all in the details and the visual experience.  Wearing a necklace or earrings that keep your eyes entertained.  Whether, ten minutes or ten years from now, a piece that calls out for you to touch it with admiration and contentment.

Now if I could only get this camera to work!

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Inspiration v. Perspiration

Inspiration is 90% perspiration…

Inspiration is not exactly something that makes me perspire.  It’s just that moment in time where the light bulb flicks on and the idea is there for at least 60sec to 30min.  Don’t you hate it when that idea falls out of your head, and leaves you there to beg for its return?  Maybe that’s the perspiring part of the inspiration.  Fine, I’ll agree with that.

What inspires you about jewelry, adornment, trinkets?  Is it an event?  I think events, especially those requiring formal attire, create the hunt for the perfect earring, bracelet, etc.  The things is that perfection always eludes unless you have the ability to plan months ahead, then maybe your outfit will be perfect.  Bully for you!  The rest of the planet will cling to the hopes that this next store will hold the perfect accessory and no more searching is necessary.  Right.  Of course.  Ummm no.

This is what I feel as I type and breathe.  How can I, a mere human, make that necklace or configure and earring of perfection?  I can’t.  (Don’t ever say that to me…Please, it’s for your own good.)  What is the theme of the year?  The color?  The look?  Should I care?  When do trends die?

I’ll work on that.  And you can tell me what you think.

Till that time.

Ciao,
Eura Le          

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

What If...?

“I’ve fallen out of love with you.”

Can you fall out of love? How do you manage to fall into it? Okay, ummm that ‘s not where I was going with the LOVE topic. I was expressing how I felt about jewelry. We grew apart. I lost one half of my favorite pair of earrings. My life existed without it, and then details of my life drifted from it day by day. Was I being natural, and boho or just lazy? None of those, mostly I felt detached from my options. My friends were purchasing the cutest little trinkets, and I would stand at the same point confused. Worried. Angst filled me because I feared the moment of duplication. Maybe I was overcome with arrogance to think that among the SIX billion or so humans traversing this planet that I could be unique. Is that not the goal of many. Be you, and not someone else on the cover of a magazine. Except the contradiction to that goal is that I began to theme my fashion goals as they transformed. One year it was Jackie O. When isn’t it Jackie O? I love her laid back style that reflects her choices and not that of a paid stylist. Inherently classy. That’s her. My striving to be her, means that my unique theme is more of a vintage craving. Not new at all. So there I was still wasting space in front of the accessories wheel of gaudy and more gaudy when I decided to inspect the work. Then the chill came in the form of the same question I get all the time, “What If…..?”. At this time what I asked myself was what if I could make my own jewelry to avoid the clone syndrome taking so many victims mercilessly. The compliments rolled in, and then I had another form of my question. “What if I sold my works?” People bought them. They really bought them. So seriously now, “What if I sold them to strangers?” GASP! Must I send pictures to online shops for approval and risk rejection? Yes, I definitely did. They liked it. They really liked it.

They liked. I sent. I consigned. I SOLD items. I really sold items. People are walking around this planet wearing my items. Whoa! Craziness. I’m excited, but I got another question. “What if I had my own site?” (dumm duh dumm dumm dummmmm….) A website of my very own? Seriously? Seriously. Where would I start? Who would check it out? Who would care? Okay, so I’ve advanced from my meager “What if…?” beginnings to a bit more extensive questions that demand a response. What is a girl to do? (another question) She keeps on asking until she sets up a website of her very own that will soon fit my ideals and hopefully meet the needs of the unique-challenged. Come along and play and enjoy the jewelry that exists in this form and only once (at least from my hands).

Let’s fall in love again,

Ange
Eura Le