Lisa Frank Goes Feminist

If you grew up in the late 80s/early 90s like I did, Lisa Frank was an inevitability. Your Trapper Keeper was either for her or against her, measured in cuddly kittens, bff dolphins or technicolor tigers, or– if you were a hater– hot rods or horses. As I grew from child of Lisa to conscious cultural observer, it was important to embrace more critical narratives. You know, the kind that don’t normally involve unicorns.

But finally, I no longer have to choose between the two parts of my being– Feminist Lisa Frank lets me embrace both bell hooks and technicolor animals. It’s about friggin’ time.

Feminist Lisa FrankSadly, as the Lisa Frank company has been revealed to be not so magical in their inner-workings, they are apparently not fans of this site. Sad to see people can’t take a joke/don’t want to be associated with female empowerment even though you make all your money off tween girls? Boo.

 

Studio + Life

A few photos I thought I’d share from the past couple of weeks. It feels like fall, but the calendar says it’s nearly summer. I’ve been doing a lot of restocks to shops, and working on the design for my new website (that I hope to launch soon!). Lots of projects, as usual!

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Glasses first, eyes second. That’s how everyone gets dressed, right?

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Restocking Wolfbait & B-Girls in Chicago.

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Henry is really into gifting “white flowers” right now. These were my Mother’s Day present ; )

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Trying out a full batch of Andy Warhol puppets. Really diggin’ this design, so I hope to have it online soon.

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Our garden is officially in bloom, including this amazing (no-filter-needed) ombre yellow rose.

And finally, I posted this video on Instagram the other day, but can’t resist sharing it here, too. Because Mad Men.

Rope Masks

In the spirit of things you’re simultaneously in love with and a little repulsed by, I was floored to come across these rope masks created by designer Bertjan Pot. The project came about after a failed attempt at stitching together a large rope carpet– the material started to bow and curve, making it unsuitable for the floor, but fascinating as a mask.

The inspiration for the pieces seems to run the gamut– from African sculpture, science fiction, Native American weaving, natural coral formations, architecture. Even a bit of a spa influence with the cucumber eyes mask.

via Fontanel.

 

Popsicle Season

Popsicles are the quintessential summer treat, and though I’m more of an ice cream gal myself, I totally get the allure. Picking your flavor, opening the package, trying to eat it before the sticking syrup drips down your fingers– Not to mention the “take it, break it” appeal of the twin pop you could share with sibling (even if you didn’t really want to). In honor of the unofficial start of summer, here some popsicle treats to get you in the spirit of the season–


And, in case this pop has your mouth watering a bit, here are some great recipes for making grown-up popsicles of your own. 

Vintage Cowgirls

It’s fair to say that the myth of the cowboy can be a little problematic. Manifest destiny, a West to be “won,” and an uneasy relationship (to say the least) with Native Americans– the narratives don’t hold up as well as they once did, and I’m always a little hesitant to embrace the motif of the “cutesy” cowboy. That said, there’s something about a cowgirl that still resonates. A cowgirl is inherently subversive– breaking the mold simply by existing. So whether it’s still harkening to a frontier written by Wild Bill and Hollywood, there is still something to be said for celebrating ladies doing it for themselves out on the range.

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For extra credit: this discussion on the “Women and the Myth of the American West”from the Smithsonian.

What Frida Wore

Sometimes it’s hard to remember that Frida Kahlo didn’t live all that long ago. She’s become lionized as a painter, feminist, communist, Mexican icon, as a person living with a disability in a time when that wasn’t something to be spoken of. She was fierce and boundary defying.

The show “Frida by Ishiuchi Miyako” opened this month in London, documenting Kahlo’s own possessions in a stark and intimate series of photographs. The story goes that Diego Rivera locked away Frida’s belongings in a room in their home after her death with instructions that they not be disturbed until 15 years after his death. The room was finally opened up 2004, and these photos are some of the public’s first glimpses at these fragments of Frida’s life.

While her clothing are undeniably fascinating, it was a photo of two bottles of Revlon nail polish that struck me the most– they look nearly identical to bottles I own, smudged and half-empty. It’s a reminder that while the Frida Kahlo we tend to think of today has become something of a symbol, she was a very real woman first.