Food for thought

Why do we go shopping? To keep up--if not--break boundaries of current trends, precisely. Which is why I find it so perplexing how some, those very individuals that seek to break boundaries, fear breaking boundaries of their own. I guess I am directing this more to our fellow fashionistos but too often do I see/help someone find something they absolutely love, only to find out that its not quite intended for their gender group.

WELL TO HELL WITH THE GENDER GROUP.

You like those postcard inspired plastic Prada frames? Buy them. You've just gone off the charts with the 'current' trend/s and created, if not inspired, one of your own.

Get the FUCK Out of Here...

http://www.solakzade.net/product/823

..then buy me these. Most definitely HIGH up on the list of must purchase. These Valentino's are to DIE for. It makes me shed a tiny little pinstripe of a tear knowing that it was born into this world the same time as I was. So futuristic. So conceptual. Almost like 3 floating acetate pieces and nothing in between. (Defragmented anyone???????? ;] )

It's been a while, my friends. And no I haven't gone anywhere. The juices are still overflowing, in a never ending whirlwind of fiery drive and vision. I guess you could say personal issues are putting a mental (and physical) block on opening the flood gates. Pray that Roma will do just that for me. I think it will. I feel it.

xo,

Kevin G. Ma

The past is an amazing concept

its fascinating to see how the old really is just the "new" in disguise...

bolle, circa 1970s with noseguard

Sunglass Company of the Future!

I feel like that's the current phrase right now: the future. And I mean, its about time right? The beginning of mankind was already building palaces, pyramids and colosseums, where the hell are our flying cars and oil-independent equipment?

With that being said, I am finallygetting around to this thing and my do I have something exciting to share. If you HAVEN'T already hopped on this fad, then do it. Drumroll please....

RETRO SUPER FUTURE!

Like the name states, they are the future. With stunning, impeccable design and craftsmanship, this eyewear company based in Milan is sure to be the next thing.

FLAT TOPS are beyond retro but with retrosuperfuture its back with a modern twist. God I love it. My shitty 3.99 pairs are actually this same shape. Ja'dore!

And who doesn't love sharp, geometric designs in this century? Their W shades are just that. God I can't even describe them with justice. Just stare at it and soak it all in!!

Anyway, I could go on for days. Go to their website, shop the hell out of it. Be retro, be super, be future.

http://retrosuperfuture.com/super/

xoxo,

Kevin G. Ma

Ps. pray that my email exchange with RSF will go well. If all goes according to plan, I'll be doing something with them this fall while studying abroad in Rome!! COME ON LIFE, WORK OUT FOR ME JUST THIS ONCE.

Deliciousness

that is Ryan Burke @ ryanburkephotography.com. Wish me luck and pray that I get a hold of those fantabulous Linda Farrow/Jeremy Scott Mickey shades.

//Kevin G. Ma

Why hello..

Its been a little over a month since I've been here! That is NOT okay! I am sorry? Will be back soon....

Deliciousness

mykita//romain kremer AW2010

kerin rose W.O.W

je'taime!

I look in the mirror

and i dont even know who you are anymore.

how many times does one have to fall until s/he can finally stay up.

Bored in class

So I'll post my project!

Human Guilt

It's a powerful thing. So powerful that it resonates deep within you, lurking in every nook and cranny.

It's 9:22 and I just got out of my miser-fucking-ble 8 am accounting class (which I am taking for the second time because apparently I fail at such things), having a much needed morning cig, pondering on a very strange dream I had last night.

Because I'd like to keep exactly what guilt I am having in private, I will say the dream consisted of the people involved with the guit and people NOT involved. I guess thats how bad it is. I mean, my SISTER was in this dream, making OUT with this person and--given my lifestyle--you know the people I make out with ain't breeders. I was telling her not to make out with this person because of his certain lifestyle of choice and I find it perplexing that I was essentially communicating with myself through my dreams. It's quite fascinating.

The human mind is so powerful. So intricate. So complex. Over the past year I've learned first hand how it could make or break you as a person. But it's what you tell it to be. You fall into it's vicious lies and you become the victim. You fall into it's deceiving mixed signals and you fall in love. So maybe some of it isn't in your power.

What I do know is you have the power to change your life. You have the power to determine its outcome. Forget predestined fate. It's all up to how badly you want it.

Do you have...

a certain someone in your life that by the mere thought/sight of them he/she brings you and your poor little heart to tears and pain?

its so difficult sometimes.

When creation comes to life..

EDIT//

better picture

Mare

Suffix: to harm.

I just woke up from a nightmare. This isn't the first time I've seen it. Thought I'd write it down so the rich, tangible imagery can stay with me so I could delve in thought or perhaps so it can finally leave me.

It starts of with me at my old haus. The little tiny shack of a home that breathed so much warmth and life. 9116 De Adalena was its address, I believe. I am there, in my present, matured 20 year old form. I appear to be getting things from my car, struggling since my lack of a remote makes it hard to get around to all areas of the car (the dreams update too, i suppose. just recently lost my remote and have been having to do shit manually). It's 4:30 AM and a suspicious man walks by. Cloaked in a dirty, baggy red and grey letterman looking sweater he passes with no indication of harm. Just uneasiness. I for some reason am not afraid because the vibe he emits is not strong enough to cause worry.

Fast forward. I am on the tiny patch of grass that is the front house's yard, returning to my car as I see the man walk so softly that it appears hes floating, toward the little warm, lively shack in the back of the front house. He appears to float but there still is a heavy foot to his movement.

I stop going to the car and proceed to where I was: the side of the front house that has a direct view of my little shack. There are fences here that are convenient for me to crouch down and quickly tap into my animalistic senses and decide what to do. My body goes low on the floor, hands on the ground. Shoulders perked high, head low. I feel like an animal. I feel myself going into danger mode.

The mysterious figure enters my house. The thrashing of its insides makes me cringe. My heart stops. For some reason I myself don't know if there even is anyone inside. Maybe no one was home just yet. Maybe they were in the front house. Whatever the case was, I ran for it. Down the street I charged with every neuron of energy I had in me. Figures in a nightmare situations wouldn't be in your favor; it seemed as if no one was on the street to help. Inside or outside of their homes.

Suddenly, I am driving and the day is beginning to rouse from its slumber. Peering at the grey, post-rain seeming skies, I take my cell phone and frantically call my mom. She picks up. Moaning with cries. I try to scream, "Mom!" but to my luck my voice is faint, almost non-existent. "There's a man in the house. He's going to--" More thrashing. At this point I am feeling emotions surge through my body that I never experienced before. Then, my Mother speaks, "It's okay, Kevin. We're fine. You're Dad and I are just at BoA getting some cash out." Without thinking I hang up and move on to my next call, my sister.

Of course it goes straight to voicemail. I call again. Nothing.

// The dream goes on for quite some time but it's too piecey to try and detail. This is the richest, most memorable and I've definitely had it more than once. //

Kevin G. Ma

R.I.P

taken too, to0 soon.

Anuther Wun..

xoxo,
Kevin G. Ma

Just for S&Gs

but it really will happen one day. both the sunglasses and on the queen.

<3

Ooh la la..

the new possibilities.

Thoughts and more thoughts

So I am putting off doing the dirty, sinful deed that Godga heavily mentions in her song "So Happy I Could Die" to contemplate via my blog about something that always crosses my mind.

Before I begin however I would like to mention that I am taking a Jewelry I class at school right now and it seriously has opened endless doors for my inspirations coming to life. I am beyond exuberant. Before, doing my work was a bit tedious--while I understand this type of work requires intricacy--a bit too tedious. So now, with the proper tools and materials. Its game time!

But moving on. Last night after playing countless hours on OMGPOP with my beautiful best friend Katherine (thanks a lot, bitch) I found myself on a site that I wont really mention for my own dignity's sake. While on the website, I began to ponder just how vicious human hypocrisy can work. One minute you're the all knowing, moralistic individual and the next you've succumbed to the lifestyle/moral values that you once were so against.

It just brings me to wonder how and when these, say, "get out of jail" cards can be played. What I am trying to make sense of is that this website-that-shall-not-be-named was something I looked down on, especially when I discovered my close friend and roommate was giving in to its appeal as well. I still do. Yet I found my self wandering the site for quite some time.

Is why I think I am justified to be on this trashy, synonymous-to-aids, website any different from what my roommate thought? (Granted his purposes were much more...lets just say wild) Am I fully the bad guy or is there any justification on my part? It's funny because lately I've found myself asking these questions for not only this scenario but many (in regards to my friendships, my life as it is right now).

I know it may sound bias, but I just don't see the wrongs I have committed in the past couple months, yet, I have to pay the price and be left alone to contemplate on what I've done. Its a long story but I hope it makes some sense. My friends that I thought would stand by me till the last minutes of time. People that I legitimately trusted who only turned out to be flukes of a person. Its all so..twisted and messy. I guess that's all part of growing up. And I'll come out of it a stronger person if I'll be damned.

I have always strongly lived with the idea that those who are good will eventually get their reward and succeed; But apparently you have to get shitted on a good amount of times before that can happen.

Sacrilegion is the only religion

thoughts?