Georges Dambier.

Something is not the same...

It's just too short to not behave a little badly. I'm talking about life. Badly, as in selfishly. Why not do things to make you better and bigger and brighter. And and and.
Why so scared to go out and do the things you want to do? Why not be the hero?

Reading Atlas Shugged (written by Ayn Rand) is making me want to bite the air and run as fast as I can. I want to scale buildings with tennis shoes, and build things with my hands.

Great things are going to happen.

(Photo by the great Richard Avedon)

College credit will save us all.

This is how it usually goes down.

Remember that one time I was footloose and fancy free (aka. applying for grad schools and being bored)?

P.S. Happy Birthday 'Stina!
Everyone say happy birthday to this year and a half photo of Kristina B. Thanks for playing along. Word to all your mothers. All of them.(Sorry I missed your party. Stupid weekend pounced on me unawares.)

This is how my dining experiences usually go down.
Calmly drinking his overpriced cocoa like a cowboy.
Patient man, that Robert is.
Why am I talking like Yoda?

Honey... do we need anything from 'the crew'?

Dear J.Crew,

Will you be my fashion wife?

Balance and the Industrial Revolution.

Just found this video on BEST ROOF TALK EVER: "Danny Macaskill just being totally inhuman on his BMX bike. Like whoa."

Bike ninja. I want him for my circus sideshow of awesome.

Skool- but make that k backwards in your mind.

We're swiftly drawing the first week of school to a close (one more day till singing Katy Perry or Rebecca Black songs is A-OK), and I thought it exceptionally prudent to nail down some school/dance goals for myself this early on in the semester.

• Stretch after class EVERY day. Not just some days when "I feel like it". Every day.
• Breakfast up before class in the morning. How did you feel in class today? Great. BECAUSE YOU ATE BREAKFAST.
• Refine some of those showy 'So You Think You Can Dance" tricks to bust out during boring family parties, to impress my nieces, and for something to do when people say "Hey, you're a dancer. Do something" instead of wanting to kick them in the stomach,which isn't nice, but those conversations about artistic nuance and details of modern art and the meaning.
• Choreograph for student showcase BOTH semesters.
• Try out for everything.
• Be on time for everything. How did this week feel? Great. BECAUSE YOU WERE ON TIME EVERY DAY. No guilt 2011.
• Stay organized with your time, loose papers, and important dates.

Cross your fingers, kids. I'm jumping into disciplined territory.


(Photography by Jessica Peterson of my Neat-o dance company Body Logic!!!)

Fall is coming...

...so...

I want new clothes. These clothes.

Yum yum.

The story of how I went to NYC to visit Jessica.

Here's the story... from a to z, you wanna get with me, you gotta listen carefully...

This post STARTED out normal, but swiftly became a Spice Girls song. This happens to me like twice a day, I swear.This last June I went to the Big Apple to see one of my very very best friends, Jessica Peterson, and to have her shoot my bridals in the bustling city. She's a genius with space and color and I will never NOT plug her stuff on this blog. All the photography on this post is hers, and you really should check out her blog.

Claire and Jess. Big City. 2011.

ADVENTURE TIME. Jess shot my gorgeous bridals. She shot them till they WERE DEAD. OR GORGEOUS. It's all the same, isn't it? We traveled around the city, from Brooklyn to a tiny mini mart to change to shooting around Pier 17, ICE CREAM TRUCKS, taxis, and the Flat Iron Building. Everyone asked what the photog shoot was for, assuming we were something famous or big, something to take back home to the family in Hibberts Gore, Maine or Hibberts Gore, Maine. What we SHOULD have done is make up some great tale about indie movies and marketing for MAC or the sort, but since I'm the worst liar ever, Iwould just tell them it was for my wedding. Still, little girls followed me around. I was akin to aDisney Princess or a really fluffy baby animal.

First off, I got to see my friends who have moved back east, that I rarely, if ever, get to see. Carrie Kim, Jessica E, Jendar, Marcello... the list goes one. I love these people.

Jessica P threw me an NYC Bachelorette party since she loves me. A Thai food dinner, one hellofa karaoke session (to floor all other stereotypically Asian activities), one ridiculous devil horned veil, a couple of gallons of spilled Dr Pepper and Cranberry juice (enough to start an ice rink) LATER, and Voila! Best New York memory ever. Thank you ladies for coming and being part of my festivities, even though you Jess also used me for a model (I fluttered my eyelashes whilst typing this, can't you tell?) for a photography project. Here's a few of my favorites from that day:
We spent an evening with our friend Joel Brown (able to grow the best beard in the world, as well as sing like an angel) and Abby Rose P. (pretty pretty tall dancer with a heart of gold) posting Charlie Horsey flyers. Will you be his friend?
The Coney Island Mermaid Parade was wonderfully weird. Jessica, Devani Rae, Aubrey BAGLEY, Travis, and I snuck into the actual parade and danced alongside the pastied crazies, as standing on the sideline became boring... Next year I'm plastering on gills to blend in more evenly.
Of course, Charlie became famous. He always steals the show, that tricky devil.

I miss the big city.

LINGERIELINGERIELINGERIE. Get it's while it's HOT.

Pre-wedding, my dear dear friend-bridesmaids Kari Jo and Meredith M threw me a
"PIN-UP GIRL FRENCHTASTIC SEXY LINGERIE PARTY EXTRAVAGANZA".
I doubt that is the 'official name for it, but hells bells if I'm not going to continue to call it that forever anon. It was so amazing! I am so pleased that my sisters Bonnie and Kate came, as well as my other family members. I love having my kin and buddies mix it up like that. Sister-friends.

ALAS AND ALACK, I will not be posting any photos of ME in said underwear. Sorry. Find my other website www.thereisnootherwebsiteinyourfaceChriseyesonly.com.Playing "Kiss the Groom" (like Pin The Tail On The Whatever, but with your mouth wearing bright red lipstick). You can't really tell, but that sexy cartoon poster has Chris' head attached to it. What can I say? The boy works out animation style.

Again. Proof that I'm really 12 years old.I wish I had more photos of my other guests! But beggars can't be choosers, and I DO love my dance friends a whole bunch. LAURA OR OTHER PHOTO TAKING GUESTS: If you have any other photos of this event, will you send them to me si vous plez? Gracias. Whoa. TRI-LINGUAL??? I am awesome. (Except that's the extent of my knowledge of both languages.)

Oh my goodness.
I wish I could have more parties.
The most parties.

The Most and More and More... party Party PARTY PaRtY pzdfsdgtSRFTGHegaouhty P*@$arthjw30*2(rtnhyyy.

That much partying probably isn't even legal. Especially if they're parties where I receive the sexiest of panties.

MEDAL BOUTONNIERES (insert drooling)

I unfortunately ran out of time before my nuptial date came about to buy/copy/craft my own version of this wonderful idea for men's boutonnieres. Think wedding stuff, but hijacked and made awesome.

MEDAL BOUTONNIERES.
Sickkkkkkk. Times a billion k's.

Wooden Medal - Miju x Norwegian Wood CollaborationWill someone please PLEASE take this amazing idea and use it for their own wedding? Please? Please please? Do what I REALLY wanted to do. Let me live vicariously through your wedding.

There is a massive selection. I wish I had a photo of the ALL BLACK (I hear you won't go back... racist?) medal. I really loved that one the very most. Scavenger hunt for a good photo? Winner gets a handful of... let's see what's in my purse... chocolate covered pomegranate candies? A tampon? A billion defunct iPhone headsets?
The creative minds that brought you this wonderful wonderful item:
iheartnorwegianwood

MijuAndYou