put me in a trance

When I was 18 I was in love with a spanish boy. He had red hair and worked at a record store. He was 11 years older than me. I would wear sun hats with large brims, long skirts and button up shirts tied up and would meet him behind the record store during his break. I would let him put his hand up my skirt and kiss away my lipstick. He had 2 kittens and his apartment always smelled like piss. He would put white powder up my nose and play music for me. He played me this song one day after his head was in between my legs.

New York is A Ghost Town. . .Happy Hurricane. . .

Out of Focus

printed princess seam coat with duster ruffles, small shawl collar, cuffs and metal chain closure

paired with burned muslin mask

Designer: Domonique Echeverria

Model: Katrina Noorbergen of Cassette Kids

http://www.bandit.fm/subculture/cassettekids

http://www.myspace.com/cassettekids

My Mother

I was raised by an Aquarian woman
Who kept me in her water and drowned me in her waves.
I was an Earth child submerged inside of her gasping for air
Hyper-hydrated and suffocating.
I was born an evolved creature bearing the number Nine
Already knowing the ways of the world.
An unteachable and unloveable being
Drowning in my mother's embrace.

When I was given yet another life and realized it was just for her
I made it my mission to heal every single soul around me
For if I could not escape my purpose
I would in turn drown the world Myself until there was nothing left to give.
Now thirsty and bare I lay scornful
With two heavy amber eyes piercing through her.

Desperation and exhaustion has forced me on a pilgrimage
Seeking myself like an unspeakable treasure.
No guidance no vision no beginning no end.
Why do they say that I am the beginning of all beginnings and endings of all endings?
Has this number Nine become a curse of impulsive action seeking lavender fields as I long for the ocean
Secretly.
Not knowing which way is up or down
I can feel the wind blow the water's mist around me getting lost in my wild hair
Her call to me.
I gather the earth in my hands until they are full
I close my eyes and take my last breath preparing to be drowned once more.

I feel the tide begin to steal the sand from beneath my feet as the water rushes around me.
Her seaweed mane bounds my ankles and I am once again her prisoner.
I have no choice so I surrender to her sea.
Once again I am submerged in her salty tears
I can feel the pressure of the water as I sink deeper and deeper.
I have become swollen and can no longer see the moonlight.
As I finally sink to the bottom I can feel the earth at my feet.
How can this be?
Is it true that my earth is encased in her sea
and that her sea is encased in my earth?
Is it true that we are one in the same?
How desperately I long for that to be true
For my deepest desperation is not to be a child of the earth
Or to be a child of the sea
But to simply be my mother's daughter.

by: Domonique Echeverria

Virginia Drowned
from the literary journal "Every Saturday"
1870

My Show. . .

So I think these fliers are an absolute eye sore. . .but they are informative. . .I will be showing my Spring/Summer 2012 Collection, Strangled, at Brookly Fashion Weekend. xo

For more information go to:

http://www.bkfashionweekend.com/

So I think these fliers are an absolute eye sore. . .but they are informative. . .I will be showing my Spring/Summer 2012 Collection, Strangled, at Brookly Fashion Weekend. xo

Peggy Lee - Black Coffee

And then he strangled her. . .

The Gardner's Assistant

Muslin Gown with Face Cover, Ballon Sleeves and Train

25 Yards of Organic Muslin

Model: Valerie Geffner

http://valeriegeffner.com/

Designer: Domonique Echeverria

Assistant: Jillian Kent

*This piece will be part of an installation for Project One's upcoming show ENTITLED

http://www.p1sf.com/

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compliments of Shakti Kennedy