by Tara Osipoff on September 26, 2012
I am not a conventional woman.
Shall I ever be wed, I won’t have slicked-back hair and a princess dress.
There may not even be shoes involved.
The dress will definitely be vintage, and will most likely not be originally intended as a wedding dress at all.
I’m not a picket white fence; I am not warm pie in the windowsill. I won’t ever have supper on the table by five. I am unpredictable and sometimes irrational. I like to paint when the days are rainy, and when I need to escape I can be found under the covers, humming to old records in lipstick and a rock t-shirt.
I don’t need a ring on my left hand to know that love can last forever. Your eyes would tell me just that if I looked deep enough, and that is all I would need.
Besides—who is worried about forever? The present moment is all I am certain of anyhow; it is the only time that is real.
If you bought me a diamond ring I would be certain that you are not my happy ending.
I won’t be your four-door sedan; I won’t be your woman behind the wheel with soccer balls in the trunk.
I play my music way too loud on Sunday mornings and burn incense ‘til the house is smoky.
I am ironic, I’ve been told.
My favourite smells are a cigarette when it’s first lit and freshly laundered clothes, even though I’ve never smoked in my life and I hate doing laundry.
So I guess you can count on me never doing yours.
I am not nine to five behind a desk and straight home to watch the latest reality TV show.
I once turned a television into a planter, and a beautiful one at that.
I might cut up your favourite old t-shirt to make my new favourite tank top.
I will most likely drag you to dingy bars to listen to live music and make you stay up late discussing the set with me.
I can’t be bothered with hockey and I read far too much.
I believe that meditation brings clarity and I may sit in the middle of the kitchen floor in a daze while your mother is over for tea.
I can’t promise you three children with quirkier names than the neighbours’ kids and I won’t have a dog named after your favourite sports team.
I assure you that no one has ever described my hair as “neat” or even “combed” for that matter.
My eyes are not a sea blue but a light brown, and sometimes, in certain moods, they are a creepy yellow.
I have daydreams more peculiar and extravagant than the ones you have when you are asleep at night.
I will probably push every button you have and push you further and harder than you’ve ever been, because I wouldn’t have kissed you in the first place if I didn’t think you were worth it.
Sometimes I am bossy and I need to be told so.
I see the good in everyone and spread love like wildfire, and you may come home to a homeless man sitting at our table while I fix him a sandwich and discuss his journey.
I want to sail around the world for a year and live far off in the woods when I’m old.
My art is my closet and that consumes a lot of my time.
My life certainly isn’t typical… and I guess that is what inspired this shoot when I was putting together the looks.
But if you notice, although it may not be a typical wedding shoot, it certainly still is a fairy tale.
My life may not be straight out of a book, but I live a beautiful dream.
These dresses were all found at thrift stores. Some of the women who have worn them may be divorced, still married, or asleep beneath the ground we walk. They all have a story. That is the beauty of vintage clothing, of clothing that is used. Just like art, there is a story behind every piece. Some stories may not be pretty, and some may be dark and scary; but some are beautiful, inspirational, and make a piece of clothing worth wearing.
I think if I am ever to be married, I want my dress to tell this story of exactly who I am, for it to be the art depicting my beautiful life and the beautiful partnership I form with another human being.
Thanks my lovely fashion lovers.
Photography by Mike Phillips – He is back again as my main contributor after a break where he was off to be wed himself, to his beautiful wife Janel Walker. I added a photo that I snapped on my iPhone as Mike was capturing some shots. His eye for fashion is incredible. He helps me to create art out of the looks that I put together. As you can see in the photo, he pulls out all the stops, and his creation sees no boundaries. If you are in need of a photographer for any event in your life, be sure to check out his work—you will be wildly impressed. www.michaelphillipsphoto.com
Styling by me, of course
Models: Jess Martorana, Robyn, and lil ol’ moi
Life, it is so very beautiful; dress accordingly.
by Tara Osipoff on September 24, 2012
My fashion lovers,
One of my great photographers and I decided to switch things up a bit. We wanted to showcase the Farmfresh Sunglasses line and we decided that the best way to do so was to make a badass video. The Farmfresh line stands by it’s tagline, “Citizens of Common Kin,” which refers to the current creative renaissance among young people, i.e. artists, cooks, musicians, bartenders, videographers, fashionistas, etc. It is this love of creation and uniqueness that binds them, and Farmfresh completely embraces this notion through all of their products. So what better way to celebrate the line than by making a video with fun, fantastic people, the exact kind that the brand represents?
by Tara Osipoff on September 12, 2012
I can’t tell you how many times in my life I have loved. Too many times to mention, and there is not enough time for that tale. But, I do know that I have only been IN love just a few times.
IN love is so very different than love.
You love the colour blue,
you love your mother and father, your brother too,
you love your dog, your cat, your little cousin Sue
but IN love…
Oh sweet mother earth, THAT is different.
In love… it stops you in your very tracks and hits you like lightning.
In love doesn’t care about your past;
In love doesn’t care about the future.
The present moment is all that matters when you are in love,
not a second later,
not a second before.
It leaves you scared that it could possibly leave you…
But the fear is warm and keeps you thirsty for more.
In love makes you forget that the rest of the world is still spinning.
In love is the nights spent without sleep;
In love is the mornings that make you stay in bed.
In love is the feeling that nothing is impossible,
because if that “in love” exists,
then the world makes sense,
and that is all that you need.
In love makes you feel as though the universe made it just for you,
as though that love was handcrafted
to fit you at that very moment in your journey.
In love is a feeling that can’t be confused with any other.
No one ever said, “I’m not sure if I’m in love,”
because there is no mistaking it…
When it hits you,
That love consumes you,
Once you have been in love, it stays with you for the rest of your existence.
You can say that it’s gone, that it’s dead; but IN love never leaves.
It remains a part of you—for as long as you live—in an indescribable way.
I fell in love with the fall.
Fall is now an everlasting love on the list of the few I have had.
From the very first fall that I can remember, I was so very sure that this season was made just for me; that the earth conspired with my dreams to make my heart skip.
The burnt oranges of the weeping tree, leaves that gently kiss the ground;
the soft browns that steal my heart with their warmth;
the sweet smell of the crisp air that can’t compare to any other smell on this great earth.
The early mornings spent with tea, wrapped in blankets, not wanting to leave your bed; nuzzled in, just wasting away the day whispering with the fall winds.
The late nights spent awake with the whistling trees and the moon staring down at you.
The fact that no matter how many paintings are brushed with fall,
not one can describe exactly how fall leaves me inspired;
not one can truly explain how the bursts of deep colours leaves me feeling overwhelmed with comfort.
Fall is where the earth lays to rest; it sheds the layers of another year passed.
The earth whispers, “I’m ready to evolve again; I’m ready to feel inspired.”
It’s when the earth gives in to winter, where it tells stories of the year
and gets prepared to crawl into a dream world and dream up another bright spring.
Fall is the symbol of humanity’s journey; it gives hope.
It softly whispers, “My beauty is the proof of another beautiful year.”
Fall consumes me,
it stops me in my very tracks.
It consumes me,
The beautiful boots, from ankle to knee, drape your leg with warmth and express your every thought through their style.
The dresses, the cowl neck scarves, the plush pashminas. The mustard yellows, the burnt oranges, the soft burgundies, and the pastels with a fall touch—the colours that cannot be mistaken with any other season.
The fabrics so rich, couture knows no lovelier season—knits and trench coats, pea coats and leggings.
Gloves and suit jackets. Fedoras and berets, cloche hats and beanies.
I could try and paint in your mind a picture of the beautiful attire of fall, but instead I will just show you. Fall will be a busy time for my blog; I feel as though there isn’t enough time in a year to drench you in fall shoots, but I will do what I can.
This shoot focuses primarily on Michael Kors’ fall line of boots—boots so beautiful you are absolutely sure that they were designed by someone who feels a strong love for fall, who knows how to express their passion for a season through the detail of design. Michael Kors’ boots give you a feeling of craftsmanship, and from the moment you open the box you know that they are made well and with talent. They are not just boots: I assure you that they are art. These boots can all be found in town at Zoey’s Boutique. Zoey’s carries a wide selection of Michael Kors and other talented designers. It is located in the Old City Hall Mall, and you must stop in—not just for the boots, but also for all the other great pieces that this boutique has to offer.
Photography by Mike Phillips. Mike is back and shot my first fall shoot, catching the beauty of fall with that lens of his. He continues to push the boundaries of what we are capable of, creating such beautiful work.
Styling by me, of course.
Models: Alex, Jess, and moi
Thanks for reading—I hope you all fall just a little bit harder for fall this year.
Life is beautiful, dress accordingly.