Hi hi hi Wednesday...hated getting out of bed this morning (my bedroom is an absolute dungeon hence hard to awaken) but once I did very much enjoyed this chilly air. I'm happy to wear a sweater but that's just me. Grateful.
So I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but our dear friend Mercury is in retrograde. For you star gazy types you know what this means- all hell is breaking loose, one can start crying for no reason, and nothing feels right. You might say the Earth is having a wicked case of PMS. Other more half full types say this is a great time to recalibrate, adjust the lens, and shift some paradigms. I think I'm torn and in some sort of cosmic purgatory myself. If you're way too grounded to understand what I mean by any of this, I apologize. I do very much believe in being in tune with what's happening out there because it gives me some insight into what's happening in here. And by here, I mean in my oft crowded brain.
So it's really not shocking that I've been drawn to rocks this week. 'm having a thing for crystals and talismans and protection of all kinds. I went over to Chelsea Market yesterday seeking coffee and locations for a project i have and walked out with something fabulous- a pyrite ring from Dea Dia, one of the vendors at Artists and Fleas. I can't get enough of their rock faced chic. I'm in love.
In other news, some old friends of ours, Friends With You, are having a show in NYC tomorrow. I highly advise you get your retrograded, backwards arses over there. FWY makes amazing toys and prints full of energy and joy and now they're making these amazing resin pieces called Psychic Stones, which, from their website are "...a sculpture that is both an object of aesthetic contemplation and a power-amulet, tailor-made for each collector through an experiential process". I so need me a power amulet, and chances are, you do too. Stop by the Paul Kasmin Gallery tomorrow night and get some protection. I'm feeling like we all may need it.
I've started a wee bit of a collection of rocky things at home- (check out my friends Eric Hoffman and Michael Reynolds' apartment above- amazing)I like the way they make me feel, and sure, it harkens back to my Sugar Magnolia days, but hey- whatever works. Cause that's what's up this rocky retrograde of a Wednesday in the very wacky 212. Stay balanced. Yours in fashion, and crystals. Strength and power, friends . XO