Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Miakaya's Creations

































I am Fashion

Miakaya

I am not the plain bark on the tree = I am the smooth leaves
I am not the rock dirt on the mountain = I am the grass in the field
I am not the burnt French fries = I am the crispy light of the meal
I am not the loud ruff music = I am the smooth operator
I am not the splash of the ocean = I am more like the wave
I am not the black of the color = I am more like the blue and pink
I am not the hard crust around your toes = I am as soft as a baby’s bottom
I am not the leftover broccoli in your frig = I am more like the sweet watermelon
I am not the wrinkled shrit = I am the silk
But whatever I am
just remember I am
Fashion

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Emily is bringing back the cape


Emily made a dress from men's dress pants, and a cape from my old velvet overalls.














I am…


Emily

I am a rippling field
sweeping the air
I am the marshmallow in a hot mug of cocoa
I am the soup that gets rid of your cold
I am the soft lull of a gentle drizzle
I am fuzzy corduroy pants
I am an apple tree,
giving sweet fruits
I am the yellow crayon
you use to draw sunshine
I am the hands that make music
and Cinderella’s other shoe.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Michaella and her Purple Idiosyncrasy








I am

Michaella Cipriani

I am the queen
I walk with the stride of her majesty
I am the peacock bursting with color
and a clumsy yet arrogant stride
I am the girl who sings too loudly
whistles too loudly
talks too loudly
and pirouettes down the stairs
I am Italian
My hands do the talking
I am the Broadway lights
that scream LOOK AT ME KNOW DARN YOU!
I am idiosyncratic
I am the word idiosyncratic
I had no idea that that was even
a word until I looked it up in my thesaurus
and now I will flaunt it
as my own phrasing
because it’s my word now.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Caroline and the Making of her Baby Doll Dress




I am

Caroline

I am animals
I am the ocean
I am celery
Partly Sunny, I am

I am 65°
I am legs
I am t-shirt
Red oak trees, I am



I am music
I am my friends’ voices
I am the AC in my room
Cake batter, I am

I am sitting
I am smiling
I am thinking
I am laughing
I am talking
I am watching

I AM ME

Friday, July 10, 2009

Monica's Fuzzy Shrug and Flower-studded Sash





Monica

I am a wave that hits the sand and seagulls fly above me. I come crashing down to its
rough surface and slowly melt away. I am a sunset that slowly goes down under the
motionless water. I am a garden of beautiful lilacs scenting the air with a fragrant aroma.

I am a weeping willow flowing slowly in the soft breeze.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Carly, the country-looking city girl




Carly made a vest from a shirt, and altered pants with strips of plaid down each side.











I have …


Carly

I have patches covering up my many colors

I have many different patterns in different personalities
I have what may look like a country style, but I’m a city girl at heart

I have buttons to show that I can really get into anything

I have contrasting colors to show how different I am
I have mess-ups because
I am an outfit and everyone makes mistakes.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Reed, her wrap-around skirt and "Funny Bunny" leg-warmers








Reed was taken with the spikiness of some spiky flowers she found photos of. Here, she's attaching spiky balls to her "Funny Bunnies."




Reed


I am the pretty flower that blooms on a cherry blossom tree.
I am the spotlight dancer in Swan Lake.
I am the first place horseback rider in the Kentucky Derby.
I an also invisible
because
I am a kid
I am that moldy cheese in the refrigerator
I am the stale chips in the pantry
I am the worst and best thing I can be
I am me

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Beth and her skirts


One skirts made from two skirts -- and the second made from a shirt (?) on the last day.


I am…

Beth

I am the warmth of the beach, the coolness of the rainforest
and the stillness of the plains
I am the energy of a thunderstorm
I am the gracefulness of cherry blossoms
I am the clumsiness of waves crashing
I am the sweet and sour of grapes
I am the uneven and unpredictable hand sewn stitch
I am the sharpness of sapphire blue
I am the softness of silk
I am the conversation unspoken but heard
I am the one with the tell all eyes.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Riley, the once-orange shoes and zippered dinosaur skirt







Riley cut the toes off these orange pumps, then covered them in stripes of duct tape, and added detachable bows to the backs.

The zipper on the skirt really works -- and can keep very skinny things very safe.
























Riley

I am the shyness of the weeping willow…
I am the booming of the thunderstorm
that you fall asleep to…
I am the friend you never had…
I am not the person that you hate…
I am the person that you see swaying with the grass in the fields…
and the one you see just staring… staring into the open on the top of the mountain…
I am many things… then again I am not.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Becky and her modernized geisha dress



































Becky


I am from the shores
of Japan
I am the sweet but sassy
attitude of Tokyo
I am the modern
and reinvented, stylish
geisha
I am inspiring and
new
I am like a sushi roll,
different and strange but you can’t
resist me, I’m just too delicious

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Victoria and her Tulip Skirt







































I am

Victoria


I am the bright flowers in the garden.
I am lima beans with their odd shape.
I am the swaying arms moving side by side.
I am the silky fabric sewn together.
I am the palm tree in the hot summer sun.
I am the mist that comes
when the ocean waves splash onto the beach.
I am the sweet fruit waiting to be plucked.
I will always be ME.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Abby, her thrift-store picks, first-day sketch, and fashion-show poems















Last week, 15 amazing girls (plus Leah and my mom) spent
the mornings in a gorgeous sun-lit studio (Mershon's 2nd floor dressing rooms!) -- being fashion designers in a workshop called Project Fashion Show, sponsored by The Wexner Center.

Here's Abby!
And here are her words:

I am the Lover (Poem about Me)
Abigail Bell

I am the lover.
I am the girl tipping back her bleach blond head on the cover of a ten cent paperback romance novel.
I am a gentleman, living by chivalry and loving those who need loved.
I am the protestor, hoisting picket fence signs and declaring truth.
I am the father, the mother, the older brother or sister, understanding what needs to be understood and risking all I have for all I care about.
I’m not a creator, I’m an interpreter.
I’m not a liar, I’m a story-teller.
I’m not the good guy, I’m the lover.

• • •

I am a Blue (Poem about My Clothes)
Abigail Bell

I am the iris of a newborn infant.
I am the shiny surface of a pond at night.
I am the boxers of a young man in the morning, sipping on coffee and practicing his speech.
I am the quiet truth hiding in scars underneath the sleeves of a jacket.
I am a blue that sings of sadness but, like a cocoon, can become joy.

• • •