Kasanova's Insight #39: Out Of Town Girl. . .

Once again, showing love to Kas. . .he's had alot to say these days :-)


Out Of Town Girl

Falling for your energy out of town girl
Titles are overrated you don't have to be my girl
Slice the earth in pieces, you have your own world
Overwhelmed by your energy out of town girl
With a gifted naked mind
Sphered contours
Statuesque silhouette
Couldn't reach the limits out of town girl
Enter into my studio
Fall asleep into the sounds
Melodies carry you around
Right to the top 'til you sleeping with the clouds
2 becomes 1, you don't have to come down
No air in the room
The places im trying to go
You don't need to breathe
Can't take you to the next
Take smaller steps
If you need a little bit, I'd let you catch your breath
I'm never taking you home out of town girl
Never you alone out of town girl
Falling for your energy out of town girl

Kas vs. Keenan

Here is another poem done by my pal Kas (Quintessential Kas is the blogname). He's really a dope writer. So here it goes. . .


Hand on my chest but I can't feel a pulse
If guilt was tranparent, I'd be looking ghost
Mostly I suppose
My feelings on the road
Driving slow on the interstate anywhere away from home
If butterflies fluttering represent nervousness
Then what I got inside of me must be a birds nest
Breaking all hearts no apologies
Saying I love you is just a pet peeve
I only tell lies, what were you expecting
Heart on my arm but I wear a thick sleeve
I'm not leading you on, I just entertain
I tell you what you want to hear no thing else to explain
Taking steps with me is like taking steps in flames
Somebody should've warned you its self-inflicted pain
If everything I wanted was right before my eyes
and lookes into the sky and god winked his eyes
No matter how hard I try
With you right by my side
I can't recognize forever when its wearing a disguise
I'm the author of every page but you can't read my book
Took a second to relax plus multiple second looks
All decisions made with precision
Live and let die
But I rather be living
This cliff is steep and my rivers run deep
I play the games yall playing but I play the shit for keeps
It's your court and ball bouncing off the walls
When it all comes around and that wall fall downs
You gone have to dig alot 'til the foundation found
That's why the base that we building has to be sound
If you lookin for perfection this my confession
Kas a heartbreaker hope you learned your lesson.

Photography Midterm Pt.II: Empire

*I will try to post the photo's from my final project when I get time to load them up!*

Photography Midterm Pt. I: Empire

These were my first photos ever using a SLR. The focus of the class of course was a beginner's Black & White course. Sorry they are so dark, Dell's aren't really that poppin' for editing purposes[lol].

So my "idea" derived from my love for Greek & Roman art. Whether sculpture, painting, writing, etc., they pretty much were a quintessential example of a great artistic movement. I had taken many advanced drawing classes, which the focus is always on Greek & Roman sculptures depicting very statuesque men & women. Visiting The Met almost twice a week, I found myself to always be roaming the Greek & Roman Art wing, examining the intricately carved statues, that I swear are so realistic, probably come to life when we are all asleep. So, I took all the aspects from my other art classes and found that much of New York City's architecture is reminiscent of Greek & Roman architecture. A very boring and common theme for photography, but I'd thought it'd be a pretty reasonable task for me to handle for my first shot at photography.

*More photos in the next post.*

And So It Begins....

So, school is finally over! Yes, Spring semester 'O9 is a thing of the past & now we can all sit in anticipation, waiting for our grades to be posted. I do not think I did as well as I have done in the before, but I am finally officially A SENIOR so I have diagnosed myself with Senoritis, which gives me the free pass to slip up, or be late, or even almost fail a class. I am happy that I have survived another school year without anything crazy happening to me. I am happy that I have learned how to use a SLR camera and semi-mastered printing photos. I am happy that I learned the drawing techniques of Leonardo DaVinci and plan on developing better figure drawings and/or paintings. I am happy that I was able to read great novels by New York writers in my english class, which gave me a slight glimmer of hope that if this art sh*t doesn't go too well, I have a future in my #1 love, writing. I have registered for my Fall 'O9 classes & much to my dismay that I might, well most likely, fail or not get the credit for my American Painting art history class, I will have to register for a third art class to finally finish my 42-credit art major. I don't really know what I'm doing with myself, or my talents but going into the final stretch of my college career, I know the long road to that Soho loft apartment, starts here. . .

If All the World's A Stage...then IDK.

I have not found inspiration in writing on here in such a long time. No time to get my thoughts together, to formulate some kind of concoction to put the right words together to form a perfect thought, perfect enough to hold your interest. Everytime I think I've got something good, I hit the backspace key and shut this computer down. In my fault of being a perfectionist, or lack of perfection, the most compelling combinations of thoughts and words, lyrics and rhythms are lost in my head, floating amongst question marks, what-if's, and are-they-gonna-like it's....Frankly I do not care, but in seeing myself as an artist, we all must perform for our audiences, and goddamnit, it better be the performance of a lifetime. In saying this, I am lost on my way walking to the stage, the audience waiting on my big show. I am unprepared, I do not know my lines, and my lighting is off. Sweaty palms rub together in front of me as I stand behind the red velvet curtain. This is how I feel when I am before an empty screen, that bar flashing like an UNDER CONSTRUCTION sign on the highway. Yea, these thoughts of mine are definitely under construction. Or deconstruction. Even as I write this, I don't know what to say next. I don't know what to think about. I don't know what you want to read. Ugh, man, IDK.

BDay. Booze. Bowling. Best Friends.

As many of you [I haven't yet amassed a great army of followers, so pardon my "many of you" beginning] may have read from my Facebook, Myspace and/or Twitter, my born day was on April 6th. After the catastrophe stemming from last year's 21st bday dinner with friends, I decided this year I didn't want any drama or money situations occuring, and decided instead of buying an expensive outfit, VIP in some club and inviting people whose last names I barely even knew, I would do what made me happiest. BOWL. Yes, sticking my finely manicured fingertips into the dark depths of some hole housing dirt, possible fecal matter ["doodoo" for you biology drop-outs] spit, bodily fluids exuded from some sexual liason, boogers and/or any substances you may find under the bottom of your shoe.

Once again I made a "guestlist" as if I was planning one of Diddy's White parties. 25 names of my closest, sort of friends mixed with sort of best friends, mixed with people I just invited as fillers. And of course only like 13 people showed up, but it was 13 of the most loveliest, interesting people in my life plus one dude I met at the Rugby store who I guess has a crush on me. Unfortunately for my wardrobe & the fact that I already may possibly have met my future husband who spent the first hour of the nite talking to this Rugby boy, the kid was actually pretty cool. He didn't bring a gift, nor bought me a birthday drink, messed up my bowtie AND looked like Shaquille O'Neal. Hey, I can't hold one of those 4 against him.

Anyways, yes I wore a bowtie and an oxford and some corduroys. In my own vision, I looked super cool. But I don't think a few people understood the look I was going for; aww well. One by one as my "crew" trickled in, my excitement for the night and the possible deadly hangover engulfed every nerve in my body. I felt like we looked like the black The City or the darker version of The Hills. You know, the fake reality show about fashionable 20-somethings who party and dress cool and have drama but always end up in some cool ass lounge vibin'. Well none of us are millionaires, are on the cover of tabloids or have drug addictions, but we sure as hell know how to have a good time.

A shot of Patron with my new found friend Rog [LifeInPanavision blog creator] and my pal Mooly started the night off right and got me feeling happy, horny & hot. Not hot in a sexy way, hot in the sense of the bowtie around my neck constricting my breathing & the warm Patron burning a hole in my chest & lungs. Anyways MOSTLETOV! [or however that word is spelled that the Jews use in toasts].

All the ladies looked fine & the fellas were smoove. We looked expensive, smelled expensive, probably was expensive.

Photography extraordinaire, Roger Adams[LifeInPanavision blog creator] was Il Paparazzo of the night, handling that beautiful Canon D90 like the sword of a ninja [lol I don't know if that makes sense]. He captured all the great moments, smiles, laughs, drunken faces and happiness of the night & even got some cool shots of the bowling alley. I have to say, he's a man of many talents.

A few gutter balls, some strikes, like 2 balls thrown into other lanes, a vanilla birthday cake vodka shot, a broken glass, 2 mojitos, a bouquet of roses, my throats release from that tight ass bowtie & 3 hours later, we were left boozed and confused, walking the mean streets of University between 12th & 13th st. A cloud of colors and faces, pounding the cold grey concrete sidewalk to our personal destinations, either the Bronx or Brooklyn, we owned Bowlmor Lanes.

I'm still recovering my my drinks and screams, but I'd just like to thank the following human beings for being apart of my special night & not making too much fun of me being dressed like Buddy Holly: my babes Troy, Codi aka OnePin, Anniesan, Scorpio, Rog Il Paparazzo, my Rugby team Amir & Kas, Radio Ramz & Friends, Poe & Jasper, Rugby sales associate Joey [lol], the white waitresses who served us alcohol and chicken all night and the beautiful neon bowling lanes. Thank you all. XOXO