Archive | March, 2010

Isabella Louis!! First Show finite

29 Mar


Prepare yourself for a long one.  We’re waiting for the photos but I’d figure we would take a photo journey of what it took to get here and how amazing this weekend was as a result.

Well…to properly prepare for your first collection when you are a college student you must set up studio space in the basement of your parents’ house…


Then pack all of the belongings you deem absolutely essential to daily living and move into a college dorm…mine only took up a van


Then instead of using all of this ample time to begin the collection you MUST procrastinate and come up with an idea for safety pin chains and make a ton….


Then go home for Christmas break, where you plan on finishing the entire collection in a month and gather your trinkets, buy some chains, a huge cross, and some fabric, attempt a pattern – fail…cut out the first dress, pin it together, then set all of your fabric out so you can see the amount of work you have ahead of you.


Go back to school…make zero progress then go back home for spring break,start the infamous blue dress and totally forget there was more to it and hate it for a whole 3 hours before you realize you have forgotten the tulip effect.


Then grow discouraged and angry because you simply cannot figure out pants or shorts…Become enraged, throw the fabric out, and sit in a pile of fabric, thread, and cereal…tons of cereal and watch movies.  Finally break down and cry and thank your mom for the pep talk as you get your ass to the fabric store to buy some more fabric.

Then make this skirt instead of the shorts and applaud yourself because it was a good idea…


Move back to school…turn the basement of your res hall into a studio and set up shop.

Throw that pink dress away because you have grown to hate it and start over with a slightly different design in mind.


Get back to school…procrastinate a bit. Realize its serious crunch time – ie week before the show. DO not sleep at all because you have to study for that stats exam and sew like an insane person.  Michael will be sitting in the corner of your room making accessories and studding like insane. 


Michael will make a million knots and I’ll sew them to this skirt. Have the model that was fitting for this skirt come try it on and hate the way it looks as your friend Liz walks into the room and jump for joy with Michael like a fool once you realize how great she looks in it.


Start the Eva dress…had to name it that because it was literally sculpted on her body.


Stop sewing and take a pic of Michael studding a belt.

Start the black and yellow dress…realize the first design looks stupid and transform it


Grow extremely discouraged as you attempt to make your first jacket.  Realize you cannot figure it out, take a seat on the heater staring at in in disbelief drinking a coffee collata and watch a mouse make its way into your room under the door and run towards the heater.  BBM liz about it, beat the crap out of the heater with Michael’s crutch and then open the door for Liz.  When Liz gets there watch her boldly search for the little buggar and then welcome her words of encouragement for the jacket.  The miraculously figure it out. But not with much time to clean up the inside.


Rush home to get your hair done by 6pm…Get to the salon and wait for the other clients to be finished and get out of there after midnight.  Get back to school by 3am and start sewing.  Realize you have no zipper for the white leotard or anything to close the black jacket with.  Theeen realize you are just to tired to care, you’ll figure it out later. 

The day of the show finish the pink dress, realize you’ve made the head hole to small when the model tries it on and it rips before she can even get it over her head.  Take the dress back, stud and spike your jacket, take a shower, show up to the show late…about 20 minutes before show time.  Get everything together


Snap some pictures before taking your seat

  See the pink dress and thank God you finished it…pinch yourself for the little butt bubble you forgot about. You are backstage dancing and dressing like a mad person as your girls line up…a friend is taking the pics out front.


Grow absurdly excited to see the pictures from the show…but drool over these pics your shakey handed friend took


And after the show, there’s the after party… I’ll upload those pics after

Then my room looked like this by the weekend’s end…HAVOC

Part deux…coming soon.



11 Mar

was going to wait till tonight but a fb friend posted it..

If the video doesn’t pop up: click here

Isabella Louis Show!!!

11 Mar

If I did not mention a million times we are showing our collection for the first time in a couple of weeks… MARCH 26TH at Emmanuel College’s EMPULSE Fashion Show. Here’s the beautiful flyer – created by The Boston Bazaar’s graphic design intern Lindsey…

Uber excited…please come!

Boston Bazaar Vid

11 Mar

We’ve been working on some things lately that I cannot share yet but here’s a video of a shoot we did back in October.  It was created by Artis falls and its really cool check it out.  The Boston Bazaar

Sneak Peak Isabella Louis

11 Mar

My super fun spring break has been dedicated to sewing from the moment I wake up (9am) to about 2am when I fall asleep.  I should stop sounding so bitter because I have actually been enjoying myself.  I am in my studio (basement) with my sewing materials, tons of movies, and great glorious solitude…then I sit and stare at the beauty I’ve created and smile for about an hour while stuffing my face with cheeseless pizza and orange juice.

Well here’s a little sneak for all you beauties.

Yes…that is Rupaul’s Drag Race on the tele

Love You Jennifer Lopez

9 Mar

and this dress!

The 2010 Academy Awards.

Get Outta Here

8 Mar

Spreak Break!

Super excited… I guess.

I will be spending this entire spring break…every waking moment sewing and finishing up the Isabella Louis collection for the show.  Hooray.

My school decided to shut down on Friday at 9pm and I decided I did not want to leave Boston so I packed up my hefty luggage load and went over a friends’ house. …way out in Brighton, by the way.  And, of course, we could not stay in and relax, catch up on sleep or something…

[pause: watching something on demand right now but a random trailor for Precious came on (haven’t seen it) did she just say “you’re 16, still in junior high and pregnant with your second child” OMGEEE)

anywho…. we went into Boston. Tried to make it to the place by 11 so we could get in free but FAIL. I had to do laundry, shower, wash my hair…dry it…flat iron. We were extremely late and then the MBTA journey from Brighton took like an hour –_–.  So we finally get to Boylston and I fall back a bit because Chantel is using my passport because she’s not 21 yet and I’ll be following with my ID. While falling back a group of boys is yelling out of their window “lil kim…lil kim”. FOOLS. Then I had to stop at an atm on the street and they pull their car over to me.  I ended up throwing the can I was drinking out of at them and scampering off.  Had to get rid of them because I had a sketchy alley way waiting for me and there was no avoiding it.

Finally I get to the door. The doorman/bouncer guy barely looks at my ID and I get in easily.  We check our coats…head to the bathroom…primp and press

Oh, the club was Pearl by the way.

We go out…stand around because we’re early – we attempted to beat 11…failed. When the place fills up we dance, meet random people and then by the end of the night I am angry because I think everyone is super “wack”…lackluster. I had worse words that night.  But I did meet a super cool girl with an awesome haircut and white blazer that offered me a free hair cut..She works at SHAG! I know all about Shag because they were on some TV a little while back then featured in Stuff.  They’re pretty awesome.

So, we’re too far to get back to Brighton. We sneak back into my closed school. Convince security to let us stay. Pass this really hot RA (he’s hot for no reason and I just want to tell him “you ain’t shit Sean” lol) but I loudly whisper inappropriate things before we get into Michael’s room.

Chantel and I are grossed out because we are going to sleep in his roomates bed. We flip the mattress, soak it in lysol, and knock his bookshelves over before falling asleep.

We wake up at 5am to catch the train back to Brighton


I rush into a seven eleven for a cranberry juice and we wait…..wait…….wait

We finally get back to Brighton. As we approach Chantel’s, a man is coming at us top speed. I can’t catch up because my feet kill in my heels and the mountain we’re climbing was making it better. I didn’t notice he walked up to the house so when I turned around I screamed in his face. Apparently he is one of three of her Irish neighbors.  GORGEOUS. He laughs, utters some beautiful arrangement of Irish accent words and walks away.

I sleep on the sofa, Mike’s on an air mattress and we’re in the coldest apartment known to man because the hot irish guys upstairs control the heat and they have it off. I wake up every single hour because im going into hypothermia and by the time noon rolls around, the time I should be up getting ready to go see Alice in Wonderland, I don’t want to get up.  The only thing I regretted about blowing off the movie appointment was that everyone else was seeing Alice in Wonderland and I wasn’t. DAMMIT.

My stomach was also turnng from the random chilli dog I got from a Seven Eleven when we left Pearl. It came from a machine, the chilli, like…….almost like a soda machine.