Jul. 1st, 2011 | 05:27 am
Jun. 20th, 2011 | 12:25 am
If you’ve followed me for a while you’ll notice that I never sell prints. In fact, the last time I sold prints was about…2 or 3 years ago. There is good reason for this. I am really horrible at sending prints out. Like, embarrassingly so. But I’ve fixed this problem by getting someone else to do all the work for me! Yay!
So I will be selling prints from July 1-July 20. And that’s it. 20 days only. All prints will be signed. They will be 10×15 giclee prints and they will be $50 US. If you’re outside the US, you’ll have to pay a little extra for shipping.
I have devised a plan to send these prints to you cheap. We’ll be sending the prints from Detroit all at the same time and I’m going to use the USPS’s wonderful media rate! Wait, I know what you’re thinking. Katie, the media rate doesn’t include prints! I know, but it does include “Books of at least eight printed pages, consisting wholly of reading matter.” So yeah, with your print, you’ll also be getting an 8-page zine, of reading matter written by me. And I’ll just say that you got the print with the purchase of the book. Even though it’s really the opposite. I guess it doesn’t really matter which way it is. I’m not entirely sure if this is gonna fly, so we’re going to Detroit at the end of June to do a test run.
I will let you know which photos will be available as prints soon. If you have any requests, let me know.
I’m giving you advance notice so you’ll be ready. July 1-July 20. I probably won’t sell prints again for another 2 or 3 years, so this is a good opportunity to get one!
Apr. 14th, 2011 | 12:31 pm
I’m going on strike. I think four of you voted for Big Bang to come to America to make my life complete. But Peru is winning right now with 4360 votes, and America has 3989 votes.
I can accept that Big Bang won’t come to Canada. But it’s totally reasonable that they come to America.
I have no idea how many people follow this site, but I’m hoping that even if a small fraction of you voted, Big Bang would come to America.
So I’m going on strike. Until Big Bang come to America. No boobs. No clever shit. No nice shit. Nothing. Just pouting. And begging.
Please do this for me. PLEASE.
(Sorry to be annoying but I really want this to happen.)
Mar. 19th, 2011 | 10:09 pm
Star St. Germain with Red
When I was in San Francisco I stayed with Star and her boyfriend, Tim, for a night. And then the next day, we took pictures.
If you ever want to shoot someone who knows how to model, like, really seriously works the camera, shoot Star. I’ve never seen anything like it. I’d be about to tell her to do something, and she would have already done it. Her expressions were flawless. Her body language is just so, “Come get me, I dare you.” It was a lot of fun to shoot her. There is no awkwardness in Star St. Germain. She’s just this force that you have to reckon with and hope you come out okay.
I never really edit photos in photoshop. Mostly because I’m no good at photoshop and also because I’m lazy, and because I don’t think it helps my images. I resize my images in photoshop. But with these images I was playing around with a couple of them, made this one black and white. But it seemed off. If you know Star, you know Star is red. Her clothes are red, her hair is red, her shoes are red, her lipstick is red, her plates are red, her cups are red, her phone is red, her life is red. So I thought this image needed some of that red.
This was the first time we shot together and I wasn’t all that sure what I wanted or was trying to get. But for the next time we shoot, I know exactly what I want. And I hope there is a next time. I’d shoot Star again in a heartbeat.
Mar. 19th, 2011 | 10:08 pm
Fashion Bloggery #6
This is an outfit that I wore in San Francisco for a photo adventure with Andrea, and I meant to fashion blog about it earlier but I forgot to. I’m very busy these days and have about ten thousand posts sitting in my drafts waiting to be finished. I’ll get to them. They’re all about my California trip.
Anyway. I also wore almost this exact outfit for a photo adventure with Chad and Mary in LA as well. This outfit worked it. Reason why this outfit is so perfect for photo adventures? You know how easy it is to take that dress on and off? Easy, baby. EASY.
Work it out.
Dress: $15 at a store called Katie! Heh. I bought three dresses at this store. They were all cheaply made but the store is called Katie! I thought I should get a discount because my name is Katie, but I don’t think the lady at the store understood what I was asking for.
Tights: Grey. From my mother.
Sweater: Grey. From Old Navy. But was once Matt’s until we shrunk it in the dryer. Accidentally. Notice how I’m wearing this sweater? I’m about to go and play a couple games of tennis at the country club with Richard and Glenda.
Shoes: Adidas Honey Mid. I’ve been thinking about these shoes a lot lately. I really love them. But they’ve been discontinued. I’m seriously considering going and trying to find the last pairs all over the city so I never run out of them for the rest of my life. Yeah. They’re that great.
Sunglasses: These are obviously Dolce & Gabbana. Which I bought for $10 at the CNE last year.
This post goes out to live-the-questions, because they said they were “about to bounce [me] from the stream for the “fashion” posts” but then I posted a picture of my boobs so they became loyal again. Now live-the-questions is going to be so confused, because right after this post I’m going to post a picture of my boobs. What will they do?! Unfollow because of my fashion blogging?! Or remain loyal because of my awesome boob photography?! It will be a moral dilemma, no doubt. Live-the-questions will have to dig deep to find what will be the right choice to make. I wish them luck!
Yours in Michigan State disappointedness,
Mar. 19th, 2011 | 10:07 pm
Fashion Bloggery #5
This outfit is a real winner. It warrants no introduction. I wore it my first day in San Francisco and it served me well.
Sweater: Forever 21
T-shirt: Star Trek. Set phasers to stun!
Necklace: “Where No Man Has Gone Before” pendant from Jack. Saint Francis of Assisi pendant from my bff, Shannon. They go well together, no?
Pants: Jeans, from somewhere.
Shoes: Adidas Honey Mid
Don’t let the monkeys watching you from outside your bedroom window get you down, they just be trippin’,
Mar. 19th, 2011 | 10:02 pm
Andrea is wonderful. Meeting her was interesting, because we’re both quiet, but I would say something, and she’d be all, yeah, I totally think the same thing. She reminds me very much of myself, except she’s much more artistically gifted; she can make music, make art, take photographs, and basically anything else you could ever hope to do. She’s completely unassuming about all this talent she has though; she claims she can do many things adequately but excels at nothing. Though I disagree as she takes beautifully honest pictures, makes the most amazing construction paper art I’ve ever seen, makes beautiful music with a band that clearly all love what they’re doing and are all dedicated to their craft. But she’s quiet, and shy, though I figure only the first time we meet. Even after the first night, she warmed up to me, telling me stories of her crazy cousin, about her impressively inspirational parents, and the sorts of things she’d like to accomplish.
Andrea put up with my crazy photo antics as we walked around her neighbourhood, which was all downhill on the way there, and all uphill on the way home. Really. Steep. Hills. She stood diligently in front of all the things I wanted her to pose with (there will be a series about that soon). She got fantastically drunk with me and then found me eggs and bacon the next morning when I could barely function. She got naked with me and we took some pretty hot pictures, I will admit this to you.
But this picture is particularly sweet. Andrea is beautiful, obviously, but it’s the sort of beauty that can’t be captured in photographs—not quite. Nothing is doing her justice. Her eyes are a shifting brown hazel green, always smoky underneath, opening and closing with a slow deliberation that you can’t look away from. Her skin is lovely and smooth and creamy and her hair is all these silky tousles that I am very jealous of. The bone structure of her face is perfect—those high cheek bones, perfect jawline. I kept taking pictures of her face. Trying to get any of this. But she’s a woman who needs to be seen in real life: something is making her burn from within, something that requires moving pictures, real life to truly see.
And she says her smile is lopsided, but I think it’s kinda perfect.
Mar. 14th, 2011 | 10:53 pm
“In that book which is my memory, on the first page of the chapter that is the day when I first met you, appear the words: Here begins a new life.” – Dante via The Doctor
Mar. 3rd, 2011 | 08:20 pm
Fashion Bloggery #4
Hello faithful followers! I am fashion blogging FROM THE SKY! Hel-lo, Future!
I just looked out the window and I have no idea where I am but have been in the sky for a bit now. The in-flight entertainment systems are broken and there is a small child seated next to me. The small child is seated on her mother’s lap, however, and therefore I am able to stretch my legs out in front of her seat, which is fantastic.
What I am wearing here is at once the most impractical, and most amazing flying outfit ever. I shall discuss:
Hoodie: This is a Rose City Rabbit hoodie, designed by Matt’s friend, Brendan Burke. It has Frankenstein inlaid against the iconic Detroit skyline. It is badass.
Pants: I think my mother bought these pants for me. Which means they are most likely Joe Fresh; the most practical, stylish, cheapest label around. Which makes them badass.
Shoes: Palladium boots. I used to remember what they were called but now I forget. I’ve seen them on the web in canvas before, but I have them in leather. I bought them purely because of this. They are badass.
Jacket: All Saints Fleck Jacket. Totally badass.
T-shirt: STAR TREK. I told you this was fashion bloggery for people who own an inordinate amount of Star Trek t-shirts.
Sometimes I like to think I can dress badass. I can’t really, because if anyone knows me, they just laugh at how non-badass I truly am. So even if I wear a leather coat, ass-kicking boots, paint my nails black, and try on my best sneer, I will always be Katie West: Deeply In Love With Patrick Stewart And Other Similarly Un-Badass Things.
EDIT: HOLD THE PHONES! Patrick Stewart is totally badass. My logic failed me. I am still not badass, fyi.
Ni fong la,
Mar. 3rd, 2011 | 08:17 pm
Hello! I’ll be in California very soon!
On Friday, if you live in San Francisco, you should come hang out with me, along with many other fine People You Know From The Internet. We’re thinking somewhere around 16th/Valencia, maybe starting out at Double Dutch or Kilowatt, and then we can move over to Zeitgeist or the Castro or wherever. If you’re in San Francisco, you have plans for Friday night now. Don’t double-book. Come say hello.
Keir says: “You should come and hang out and drink, because Katie West is lovely.”