Category: Me

on becoming a webzine


I don’t know exactly when it started, I wasn’t really aware of the process. I don’t know if one day something just cracked, and it crossed over some line. It, Look For The Woman, is becoming a webzine.  

Maybe it’s simple, I’ve always loved magazines. From an early age, the dreamer in me felt nourished by what were called the “glossies.” When I grew up a bit and was able to travel, my favorite thing was to stop at the newstand, in the airport or train station, to buy a magazine for the trip.

The simplicity of this, at the time four or five dollar treat, still makes me smile.

There are other reasons this transition seems natural to me. Some of them are more personal than others. The most bittersweet realization about the blog and me is, that I don’t do narrative well. I love narrative, I need narrative, but I just can’t seem to do it.



excuse me while i show you my football


“Excuse me…” That’s what the fit model said the first time I saw her do this. What the what? Well apparently, the piece of cloth that makes up the crotch of swimwear and other pant-like garments, is called a “football.” (You know, that little wedge of cloth that connects to the larger pieces of fabric, it’s football shaped!)

This is just one of the many terms I’m learning as I’ve ventured into another swimwear project.

My first such experience took place last year, but who knew that just a year later I would become what Sarah, the boss lady, calls the “swimsuit whisperer.”

We rush from trim specialists, where we choose zippers and elastic, to fabric store to pattern makers. Japanese ribbon? Yes please. A fitting with our fit model, seen above. Sure.  





This blog is undergoing changes, as am I. Everything is kind of layered, I see reflections of things I’m chasing and others I want to be rid of. Because I’m in charge of this change, I like it. Maybe the current political climate has me in its clutches, maybe it’s age, but I’m feeling less like dealing with the dumb, vapid, and trashy than ever.

I’ve made promises in past posts that I haven’t followed up on. In the future I’m not going to do that. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, during this blogging process, it’s that it’s always evolving. I’m trying to guide things but sometimes the process seems to take over. These days I want more freedom and so does my blog. My wish is that you experience something like freedom when you read my posts.



the real real


I would rather strip naked and pose in the middle of a Manhattan avenue than have a picture of my face taken. That said, here I am in all of my unvarnished glory. This photograph was taken by Bruce Janklow and the process and final outcome is the direct opposite of the Photoshop process; this is hyperrealism.

Bruce Janklow, on his way to Georgia and Armenia as I write this, is a true world traveler and photographer. To see some of his work, look here. Usually, when he shoots people, he takes what he calls street portraits. Like most street photography, it’s quick and dirty. Two strangers, one with a camera, engage or not, for a few seconds.