Elizabeth SuZann fashion presentation: downtown nashville, tn

I arrive, (fashionably?) late at 6:30. A hostess checks me off the list. Only a few chicly dressed people have already arrived, sipping cocktails and chatting in couples or groups of 3. I take off my overcoat and proceed to gaze at the beautiful canvas closest to the coat rack. Written on the wall: "SEA CHANGE: Indexing The Conscious Moment. John Folsom." Letting the wall be my compass, I saunter in the direction of the next canvases and hug the perimeter of the room to observe the remainder of John Folsom's gorgeous paintings. I end at a pot of gold: a dressing room and a line of garments with THE CLOTHES. THE BEAUTIFUL, MINIMALLY DESIGNED LINE of ELIZABETH SUZANN. I WANT ALL OF THE FABRICS IN COLORS OF ANTI-COLOR:  MIDNIGHT BLUE. SAGE GREY. SOFT TAUPE. WARM CAMEL. IVORY. SOFT BLACK. DEEP BLACK. Then I turn the corner and see faces I know.  More and more people filter in...more faces that I know. Catch-up conversations. Inspiring conversations. Cocktails are had. Me: a chocolate, winter bourbon old fashion. The room is full. The rhythmic music becomes louder. 

At a specific moment in time, models emerge from the back room, bringing shape, life and coordination into the beautiful clothing separates that I previously met on hangers. The models filter out in choreographed sequence to walk to their designated markers: white cubed blocks. They ascend the blocks, transforming the art gallery into a fashion show, repurposing the white cubes that were vacant and seemed present for an art observer. The models stand stoically and stare straight ahead from above, looking into a different realm. Presenting themselves as statues in a museum or mannequins for display, I take advantage of this situation and invade their private space, taking pictures (which you can see below). How odd it must have felt to be in that siutation. Some smile. Some talk. Some remain steadfast as if unaware of me. They remained standing with such discipline for an hour. AN HOUR! almost as if it were a study in meditation. 

The models are then "released" and become humans again, walking around, talking, grabbing cocktails. Elizabeth punctuates the night with words of celebration and gratitude. People start to depart. I stay until the very end, waiting for some newly made friends to accompany me back to the shady alley of the parking lot. I take pictures from outside, capturing one of my favorite photos of Elise talking to Pap. We depart back to Parking Level "Ray Charles" aka level 2. I drive home, inspired and in awe. So very happy.  Full of mirth and inspiration. NOW GO VISIT ELIZABETH SUZANN'S SHOP AND EXPERIENCE THE SAME AWE!

Mothwing Photo; Jefferson Street; Lexington, KY

Lexington photographer Ayna Lorenzo (, asked me and my "breast friend" Maggie Lanham  to do a photo shoot together around Lexington. We finally coordinated a day and a time, but some interesting things happened last minute. Ayna originally intended for us to dress in bohemian-style garb with lots of flowy fabrics, messy locks and gypsy jewelry. Yet, neither Maggie nor I have much in our closet to realize such looks. I found a few outfits, but with my "opposite-of-a-Free People-figure," the bohemian outfits were far from flowy. The fabrics clung around my rounded areas, whereas Free People models are all angles. Hence, in these outfits, I ended up looking either like a 90's Bongo jeans advertisement, or looking as if  I should jump on top of the bar at Coyote Ugly and get mad at people for ordering water. All this to say, we texted Ayna the night before about our qualms, and she was very flexible and spontaneous, telling us to show up in whatever outfits we wanted, as long as we wore lots of jewelry. Sitting outside of Grater's, eating ice-cream the night before, Maggie and I decided over mint chocolate chip scoops to go with for a minimalist edge (her go-to) and limit ourselves to black, white and gold. 

In addition to the last minute change, Ayna dealt with some other kinks in the plan:

  • a left at home memory stick
  • giggling, ridiculously-humored "breast friends" who were having trouble posing all sexy-like together, but having no trouble making fun of each other
  • finding the correct lighting with this building that took up a block
  • Sarah saying, "Oh we can just change back here behind the building" and then a homeless man emerged from slumbering in the trees and riding off on his bike
  • Sarah stepping in vomit, probably belonging to aforementioned guy
  • Ayna being attacked by ALL the bugs while photographing
  • the cops driving up to the building, having been notified by security, thinking that we were vandalizing the giant building
  • us explaining our innocence, supported by our garb and Ayna's camera, because why would we be the most fashionable robbers in Lexington's criminal history?!?!

All that being said: Ayna worked her wonders despite these occurrences. Here are the results: 

Please be sure to checkout Ayna's other work here and Maggie Lanham's fashion/ styling blog here.