a leopard never changes her spots…or does she?

randomly ran into a woman named Shandra; i immediately loved the conviction she had in her style…from her dual colored pompadour-ponytailed hair, to her leopard coat worn with another print, to her leopard purse, right down to her matching red lips.




Mar 2014
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
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portrait: gent with…a jaunty hat

gent in jaunty hat

happened upon, in an elevator, a charming english gent with a festive jaunty hat. His name is Martin, and he&#39s a photo stylist.

i think the hat may have been the secret source of… his magnificent sartorial style.

the forties, flowers…and feet

flowered feet

came upon a girl named Courtney who had these amazing flowers tattoed on her feet; which were sitting pretty in some very retro 1940&#39s persimmon colored peep toe wedges. she told me that her boyfriend, Cole Dirt from Artistic Encounter, did them for her.

we&#39re both in the visual profession – and so i appreciated a great vignette like this.

this blog really isn&#39t only about shoes…although it seems that lately…my accidental &#34happenings-upon&#34 have been a lot of self expression happening with people&#39s feet.

hmmmm…a theme or a thread… of very expressive feet.

Jun 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
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the Tao of…Tableness

  • table
  • inv=fomart
  • pharoah_infomart
  • wrench
  • meddlesome_window
  • ascension
  • latte_flower
  • plate
  • bottle
  • prisoner_art
  • tilt_shift_bullfight
  • posturing_mailboxes
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i bought a cool little midcentury modern side table that matches all of my other &#39table family&#39 on ebay. the seller happened to also live in Dallas; so we agree to meet to exchange the table.

here&#39s how the Tao of Tableness went:

we meet near the Infomart parking lot, which i marvel over again up close; and find a curious feline pharoah gargoyle guarding the building…at which point the guy, (a total stranger) who works in IT, senses that we both like design-y things… and points me down the street to the galleries, and that i should check out Dragon St. a little further.

i do; and as i park, i spot and am entranced by a little rainbow anodized flat wrench that i find laying on the ground… which fits in perfectly with the notorious &#34dropped and found&#34 photo series that i&#39ve been doing for a few years; and it points in the direction of a very hip looking cafĂ© that i decide right then and there…i must go try. (at this point, i&#39m famished)

it is Ascension Coffee & Wine Bar…right next to The Meddlesome Moth (the vine window). i almost passed out with joy after one bite of the bacon frittata with tomato jam, (ohhhhh, tomato jam, i love you!) and the gorgeous latte rosetta that swirls itself into my cup and nests seductively within the rim, as i fawn over it.

refreshed & inspired, i hit the galleries – and see some great photographs that include artful arrangements of old fashioned criminal mugshots, tilt-shift photographs of a bullfight, and even some anthropomorphic, posturing red mailboxes.

so, to recap:

>buy a vintage table on ebay> bond with stranger over art & design> find found object on the ground that points to amazing food> see amazing art> blog about it.

Jun 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
COMMENTS 2 Comments

men are…fascinating creatures

RA Sushi

today was one of those days that was, well..a conversational goldmine.

earlier in the day my cube mate, of whom i am so fond, expounding on the wackiest analogies of the classic &#34tell&#34 of a gay man… who might just be still in the closet; with this little gem:

&#34the test: does he prefer…Madonna? or the Beastie Boys? Material Girl? or….Brass Monkey.&#34

i laughed until my sides were about to split like the Hoover Dam sprung a massive leak.

fast forward to a few hours later…a rare weekend moment when i couldn&#39t be with my beloved amour, and my teenager was gone @ her dad&#39s…so i head &#34solo&#34 to the nearby sushi bar where i live…sidle up to the bar on the only seat available…have a few glasses of wine & some crunchy calamari rolls – only to encounter some absolutely random yet top notch conversation. a guy sitting with his intern/coworker, sitting there surveying the &#34cougar action…&#34 as almost a hobby. or, the blood sport that is it around here. and, the people watching did not disappoint.

they were candid. and it was superb. oh, the observations! and before i knew it…i had joined in and was listening, commenting & reacting to their opinions, and i formed a few myself. we covered everything from fake vs. real breasts (and both of the men&#39s preferences, and the why&#39s of that) to…me formulating a theory that that were 2 breeds of cougars: those that are instinctive, and live in the wild; and the caged, intense ones that live in the veritable zoo… and have limited access to meat. and are very, very hungry.

wow, yeah, i just said that.

his opinion on why he thought his wife was great…and we chatted about my boyfriend and why we are so great together (who couldn&#39t be there but probably would have formed an immediate comradery based on the point of view) and lo and behold…this sushi-eating stranger & i discovered that we knew a woman in common! maybe people are really magnetic, which is a theory i have. maybe it&#39s not very random at all.

we talked about her (the woman we knew in common), and about a notorious OCD Chicago-mambo-italiano-wingtip-wearing-JAG-polishing-character that she dated once…and her twin, who is her diametrically opposed opposite. and we talked about introverts, and their ironic propensity to settle down more quickly than extroverts such as ourselves.

we covered it all. the intern guy was leaning in… and although he didn&#39t say a whole lot, his body language said plenty in contribution. quite extraordinary.

i cannot stress enough how much i love hearing men&#39s true feelings and dialogue about everything; men & women, women, the art of hunting, the art of people, dynamics, and more. i&#39d rather hear a man&#39s feelings – whether good, bad or ugly…than hearing nothing at all. true story.

and those…are the kind of conversations i live for.

May 2013
AUTHOR Lizz DeLera
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love your shoes, Courtney…Love


once i was working in a really nice retail store in Adelaide, Australia -and my coworker Patrick calls me frantically from the stock room on the 3rd floor, tells me his idol Courtney Love is in the store, and races down the elevator at breakneck pace.

i said &#34where? i don&#39t see her in here?&#34…until…WAIT. i HEAR her. the only other american accent in the store beside mine…and it was LOUD. and obnoxious. (i shuddered in expat embarrassment, for you see…they think we&#39re all like that. loud & OBNOXIOUS.) you could hear her all over the cavernous store.

i turn around, and see a woman who is tall and strapping – like an Olympic swimmer. like she could kick some serious ass. but in a cardigan, jeans and some really cute wedgy Mary Jane shoes. the broad shoulders! man, for some reason i always pictured her being more diminutive. she was with a beautiful Aussie guy (I assume showing her around – Hole was playing in town.)

i walk up to her and say &#34hey, your shoes are cute. (they were.) i&#39m american, too.&#34 and then she says an offhanded but very haughty thanks, and pays for her stuff, and goes on her way. oh, and did i mention she was haughty? bossy-haughty-bossy-haughty?

i have to say…i was really embarrassed to be an american that day…

on the flight home she caused trouble on the Qantas flight and harassed the crew. Aussies just do not put up with that kind of shit, celebrity or not. that day she was just ANOTHER LOUD &#39YANKEE.&#39

p.s. disclaimer: the shoes in the pic are not hers…they are mine.