On pregnancy, motherhood, and the Divine Feminine


Photo by Lena Abujbara

I was living in New York City when I found out I was pregnant. It was the happiest day of my life. My beloved, Solomon, and I had been trying, so it wasn’t a surprise, but I was still in a state of shock as I walked down 2nd street on that crisp, March morning. All throughout the day, I felt the presence of this new being inside me, and I was blissful knowing that I was placed in charge of carrying this life from one dimension to another. The 8.5 months following that moment were something like a dream, a bit of a nightmare, and wholly surreal. Up until that point, I had been a fairly stable, independent soul with a flair for adventure, and I was in love. In love with life, in love with New York, in love with being female, and in love with a man. At the time we were long distance, so I still felt like I had my independence, and I enjoyed every second with the utmost gratitude and the sense of wonder that comes with being a woman living on her own in the 21st century.


We decided to move to California after we found out about the pregnancy to be with my paternal grandmother. Pregnancy is one of those things that you never see coming. Even if you knew it was coming, or wanted it to come, when it actually happens, the reality of it is a combination of enchantment and mourning. I was mesmerized by the process–the miraculous symphony that was taking place inside without me even trying. At the same time, I mourned the loss of my autonomy. I now had to think about another person, and I couldn’t escape, because the person was inside my body. This, for all intents and purposes, was a revolutionary act. To agree to be a mother is a revolutionary act for a woman, because it is the ultimate sacrifice. I didn’t know the real meaning of being “single” until I got pregnant.  For me, pregnancy was a constant ebb and flow of sheer terror and pure joy at what could be. Every move was considered, everything I ate was questioned, and every thought was scrutinized. “Will this hurt the baby? Did I just traumatize my child? What can it hear? Does it feel me when I cry? Laugh? Sing?


Photo by Lena Abujbara

Early on, I was very ill and could not tolerate most foods. Light bothered me. I couldn’t listen to music. Even certain people’s voices made me sick. Apart from the physical strains, I was also an emotional train wreck. I wasn’t prepared for the utter loneliness that comes with the territory of this journey, especially before you start to show. I suddenly became an outsider, silently suffering and unable to express exactly why. I felt like a barrier had been placed between me and the world, and no one could see or feel it but me. This was very isolating, and I found myself battling depression and anxiety, and although it was transient, it was very powerful. I couldn’t even ask Solomon for help, because I didn’t know what I needed help with. I no longer felt like the confident, secure, strong woman I thought I once was. My body was changing. My thoughts were erratic. I was being broken down, prepared, softened for the arrival of our baby, and in hindsight it all seems so obvious, but while in the throws of it I felt as if my whole world was crashing down faster than I could pick up the pieces.


Photo by Lena Abujbara

Day by day, life became more tolerable. By the 4th month I was able to eat again, although my capacity to deal with everyday stresses had dropped drastically. We decided to go with a group of midwives to deliver the baby. We wanted the least invasive approach, so all throughout the pregnancy, we had no ultrasounds. We didn’t know the sex, and we wanted a drug free delivery. Everything about prenatal care was overwhelming for me. I hated going to the clinic. I hated that I had no idea what to expect during the delivery. I was perpetually irritated by all the questions people asked, all the horror stories other women were so eager to share. If it was up to me, I would have had my baby in the forest against a tree, with the squirrels and mice as my audience and God as my guide. I just wanted a healthy baby and an easy delivery. All I could do was wait and see, and pray.


40 weeks

At 42 weeks and after a plethora of attempted “natural” inductions, I went into premature labor. I say it was premature because I knew the baby needed more time. Solomon and I knew the date of conception, and it was a week after the proposed due date, but for arbitrary reasons the midwives refused to push it back, and unfortunately the law does not allow midwives to deliver babies after 42 weeks gestation. After 12 hours of labor, we were transferred to the hospital because I wasn’t dilating past 3 cm. I knew in my heart it was because baby wasn’t ready to come out yet, but fear and ignorance took over and we found ourselves at the last place we wanted to be: the medical corporate nightmare of the hospital.


Phares and I, after almost two days of labor. It took me a while to like this picture.

Despite our fears and hesitations to give birth at a hospital, we were pleasantly surprised to find that the staff was extremely accommodating and sensitive to our needs. After a total of 38 hours, a few bad decisions and some good ones, we finally met the One who was inside me all those months. Solomon was there the entire time, helping me push, and gently walking me down the final stretch of this road. Phares Joseph came to Earth on a Thursday at 11:48 pm. The feeling of pushing him out and holding him in my arms was indescribable. In an instant, I was transformed into a mother. I was staring into the eyes of a human being who came from the other side, who seemed to know so much already, and who stared back at me with dark, piercing eyes. We were utterly in love.


Although I did end up having to take drugs, most of my expectations from pregnancy to delivery were fulfilled. Phares was born and he was healthy, although he was put on antibiotics out of fear of infection due to my waters being broken for so long. After 7 days of fluorescent lights and medical jargon, Solomon, Phares, and I stepped out into the world as a family for the first time.


Thinking that pregnancy would prepare me for motherhood, I quickly realized that, just as with pregnancy, nothing can prepare you for the job of Mother. The old me was gone. It died at the hospital, and I was reborn into something completely foreign. My body was in shambles. I could barely walk or sit down. I had no control over my bladder. My once-filled belly was now a vacant sack of what felt like loose air. To describe the way I felt would be futile. I was experiencing life in the most outrageous way, and I felt completely lost.


Photo by Lena Abujbara

I also never felt more like a woman.

When I think about myself as a woman, some things come to mind. I think about our powers. I also think about our beauty. And I think about the qualities of the Divine feminine, which encompass the former. Women reign in the spiritual domain. We are not meant to dominate in the material plane. Why would we want to? It goes against the very nature of the feminine spirit. We are first emotional, second logical. Logic is masculine. The material world is masculine. It is left-brained, it is anti-nature, it is output. Feminine is receptive, intuitive, kind, life-bearing, creative. When Alexander the Great decided to conquer the world, it was because a woman told him he would. Women are the seers into the unseen dimensions, and for that reason man cannot help but be amazed, even–dare I say–slightly afraid.


Photo by Lena Abujbara

What I am realizing now, two months after giving birth, is that femininity, in its essence, is trusting the unknown. It is allowing the currents of life to take you where they may, under your subtle control. For me, femininity is not about taking power, because femininity is power. It is nurturing yourself, your young, your partner, the world. It is gentleness and kindness, it is what guides the masculine force, it is inspiration.


Photo by Lena Abujbara

Being a mother has filled me with a sense of love that goes beyond time and language. It’s the kind of love God must feel for His creation, otherwise why would we be given such a gift to behold? Being a mother has also been the most difficult experience of my life. My identity is scattered. I’m moving towards a future self I cannot see or fathom, and I am wary to say the least. I am slowly re-introducing myself to myself, finding any fragments of who I was and trying to fit them into this new skin. I feel alone, yet I am attached to a tiny human who depends on me to survive. The world that was once so familiar to me is now a scary, unpredictable place that I feel alienated from. And despite having the most loving, supporting partner and father there is to have, my struggle feels uniquely feminine and other-worldly, and so it’s an internal process that I must grow with in the solitude of my inner reality. The irony of it all continues to astound me.


P and I hanging loose

Each day brings its struggles and challenges, but I am incredibly grateful to be alive during this time. I want to continue, to move forth in finding my own way as a woman and now as a mother and wife. I want to raise Phares to be a man of discernment, a man who knows the respect a woman commands, a man who is aware of his own feminine aspects. I want him to help heal this planet, and to know his purpose as a protector and gatekeeper of Love.


May we all find our peace in the chaos.

With that, I will depart. Eternal gardens of spectacular Light,



Color Watch: Pink


Good Day Gentiles!

We know it’s been a while since our last post, but we assure you–progress is being made on the forefront of this Earthly existence.


Today we honor the color pink. The color of unconditional love, passion, romance, femininity, and purity. With Venus in full retrograde, it’s a sensitive time for all of us, and so we study the color pink to gain its virtues and understand its role in our lives. Pink is unique because unlike primary, secondary, and tertiary colors, pink is not found on the light spectrum. In other words, it is not a reflective color. Pink is only visible to the human eye when it is combined with red and white, making it a transmissive color. Nevertheless, it is still a very important color found not just in your underwear drawer, but all across nature, especially in the flower, insect, reptile and mineral kingdoms.


The etymology of the word ‘pink’ is thought to be of German origin, named after “pinks,” a type of flower with frilled edges representing the endearing hue. Historically, pink has symbolized many feelings and attributes relating to the human condition, including seduction, youth, innocence, and tenderness. Pink also was a symbol of the Body of Christ in many art works during the Middle Ages.


Metaphysically, pink is associated with the heart chakra, which is also represented by the color green. This chakra deals with the subject of universal love and compassion. Planets associated with this energy center are Venus (as mentioned above), and the Moon, our heavenly guide for the functions of the body. Interestingly enough, Venus is the planet that rules our sensual experiences pertaining to pleasure. This doesn’t limit the term to  simply physical pleasure, but pleasure in the total sense of the word. The pleasure we derive from delicious food, good company, lovers, and friends. The spaces we inhabit and the things and people we like all fall under this energy.


Psychologically, pink can be used to aid in calming the mind of anxious and irrational thoughts, as well as facilitate compassion and love for fellow man. Pink is also known to help dispel aggression and violence when used in color therapy. Let’s not forget that pink also represents femininity, which indirectly fosters the nurturing, receptive, and intuitive natures of the feminine role.


We urge both men and women to invite pink into their lives despite the overwhelmingly redundant cultural references to its status in society. We see how, like many scared colors, pink has been made profane by the mass media and marketing entities, and we ask you to set your judgements aside and try pink from another perspective. Perhaps a different tone of pink will help alleviate some of the pressure that pink implies, as there are many alternative hues to pink including magentas, salmons, rose, carnation, and champagne for a more subtle exposition of this fascinating color.


Pink can flatter any skin tone, but be sure to wear the right hue for you. Those with red undertones should stick to warm pinks (salmon, coral, peach) and those with yellow undertones look best in cool pinks (rose, violet-pink, lavender-pink).


Suggestions on how to wear pink:

-Pink makes a great accessory or accent piece. Jewelry, scarves, or cardigans are great candidates for pink

-The right pink shoes can take any outfit to the next level

-Pink socks

-Pink blush or lipstick (tastefully, of course)

-Pink nail polish

-Pink pants match virtually any color, as well as a pink top–so treat pink like you would white or black. Don’t be afraid to experiment!


That’s all for pink. It has been our supreme pleasure to bring you one of our favorite colors on The Dawn’s Color Watch. Stay tuned for more to come!


Dripping in Love for You,

The Dawn

Police Brutality, Paulo Freire, and the Culture of Oppression


“[T]he more radical the person is, the more fully he or she enters into reality so that, knowing it better, he or she can transform it. This individual is not afraid to confront, to listen, to see the world unveiled. This person is not afraid to meet the people or to enter into a dialogue with them. This person does not consider himself or herself the proprietor of history or of all people, or the liberator of the oppressed; but he or she does commit himself or herself, within history, to fight at their side.”

-Paulo Freire

Greetings from The Dawn.

Today we aim to discuss the nature of oppression and how the events of our time are only a small symptom of a deep, systematic problem. This is not a foreign concept. Throughout history, those who are in power have attempted to suppress and control those who could potentially compromise that power. History also shows that the targets of oppression are overwhelmingly people of color, or more specifically, the colonized.  Philosophers and critical thinkers have long been proponents of the concept of liberating oppressed peoples through pedagogy, for it is only through education that the mind may be liberated from the stronghold of the oppressive institution in which one may find oneself.


Before going further, we would like to inform our beloved readers that The Dawn is an advocate for all people of this fine Earth, and we do see that the problems facing humanity go well beyond race and culture. However, the reality in the United States right now is that minorities are beginning to mobilize in unprecedented ways and it’s a long-awaited moment in this country’s history. The colonizers can no longer hide behind the false veils they have built around the eyes of millions of Americans over the past several decades. We still live in a colony, in which the elite are descendants of the colonizers and want to maintain the status quo for as long as they can.


The fact that these people happen to be White is, at this point, irrelevant. Yes, White Privilege is a real thing. American White culture is not. American White culture is a fabricated ideological framework that insists on conforming to standards set by Whites, to be followed by everyone. We can get even more specific and say they are set by White males, but this doesn’t really help anyone, because today, the oppressed people of this world also include those who are considered ‘white.’ We also cannot forget the onslaught of powerful people of color who do nothing for minority communities, who stand by and watch neighborhoods deteriorate and remain silent in order to maintain their own wealth and status. They are just as guilty.


We must go beyond this rhetorical milieu. We here at The Dawn believe the issue at hand is one of identity–of oppressed peoples rising above the culture they have been forced to adhere to and re-defining who they are in a way that is authentic and powerful. A highly effective way to do so is through the physical body. A healthy, well maintained body with aesthetically pleasing dress is one of the most powerful forms of resistance for a person of color.


With that said, we would like to speak specifically about the issues many minorities are facing in today’s America. Minorities living in America face a multi-layered problem that we believe is rooted in perception. Perception is power. It can give power and it can take power away, and it is up to the individual to use perception in or against their favor. Pre-colonial cultures were powerful, rooted civilizations with centuries of traditions, and the perceptions of individuals in relation to others was generally congruent with the overriding culture. Post colonialism brought about a myriad of crises; the most damaging being the crisis of identity. This is no less relevant today, as minority culture is not only based on false pretenses, it is systematically built to be destructive.


“… Without a sense of identity, there can be no real struggle…”

-Paulo Freire

What we are suggesting is that people of color have been so far removed from their cultural bloodlines that they now find themselves in what we would call a ‘cultural void-‘ one brought about and created by the oppressor. This places colonized peoples in an extremely vulnerable position, for not only have they been stripped of their land, liberty, and history, they are now at the mercy of the colonizer, an entity that wants to see that they do not lose control over their claim. A most effective way to do so is to control the identity of the culture through advertising, which is a form of mind control. This affects every aspect of the lives of the oppressed, including diet, dress, music, and language, creating a fabricated culture that is based on the ideas of a few very powerful people.

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This is dangerous for obvious reasons that we will not get into. What we believe is important to note is the fact that identity politics are rarely discussed intellectually, and it is in the best interest of us all to consider the implications of false identities as it pertains to the emancipation of oppressed peoples. What we have right now is a population eating poisonous foods, dressed in ill fitting, offensive uniforms, and listening to electronic sounds marketed as music, but in reality is damaging the delicate electromagnetic brainwaves that regulate the central nervous system. This in turn creates dissonance and upheaval of the body’s many sensitive systems, resulting in anxiety, restlessness, addictive behavior, aggressiveness, and general disease. Essentially, the oppressor is winning, and it it because they are capitalizing on the ignorance of the oppressed.


“No pedagogy which is truly liberating can remain distant from the oppressed by treating them as unfortunates and by presenting for their emulation models from among the oppressors. The oppressed must be their own example in the struggle for their redemption”

-Paulo Freire

Furthermore, the colonizer has succeeded so profoundly that it has created within the colonized peoples a sense of dividedness at the sight of any one individual attempting to break free from the imposing stereotypes and accepted roles that one must play to be considered part of the minority culture. He or she is labeled as “white washed,” as if they have somehow turned their backs on their own people. The irony, however, is that they are only turning their backs on what the oppressor wants. In reality, they are resisting oppression, only to be met with more oppression from the other side. The cycle is one of a vicious nature, and it must be addressed if we are to advance in our ways of thinking and reacting to oppression. Paulo Freire refers to this phenomenon as a form of internalization, brought about by the oppressors themselves:

“The oppressed, having internalized the image of the oppressor and adopted his guidelines, are fearful of freedom.”


The oppressed are fearful of freedom. This is imperative to understand if liberation is to ever happen. The oppressed must not fear. We must not give in to the pressure to stay silent, to conform, for this is the way to our demise. The Dawn holds authentic self expression to the highest degree, and with true self expression, one that isn’t bound by media or expectations of the dominant culture, oppressed people can stand against the oppressor without even saying a word.


The image one presents to the world is the first thing one will be judged on. We believe that one must make that image a powerful one. America needs to see more African American men in suits. America needs to see more Hispanic men in suits. America needs to see a more even playing field where women of color are just as feminine as white women. Women of color must recognize their power as women, as females, not as sex objects. Women of color must not adhere to the false expectations of their peers and the brainwashing media. We all have the responsibility to educate ourselves and our children so that they may have the thinking minds needed for the kind of changes our great country requires. We must break these false identities and live as true people if we are to rise against this suffocating state of denial and self preservation.


We here at The Dawn have seen humans become transformed both internally and externally through dress. We have empirical knowledge of this kind of hidden power one can command simply through their choice in clothing. Of course, the work one has to do goes beyond the outer, but an important and effective way to begin is by abolishing the oppressive and devastating nature of imposed identity. Let your mere presence be a political act, an act of resistance, and a voice for the silenced.

For more information on this matter, we have attached some previous posts as well as some articles by scholars who address such issues.






With that we will depart.


Be free as the vast blue sky, cherished Ones.

With everlasting Love,

The Dawn

Alan Watts: Voice of the Century


So then, the relationship of self to other is the complete realization that loving yourself is impossible without loving everything defined as other than yourself. – Alan Watts

Greetings from our new headquarters in New York City! The Dawn is pleased to announce our latest move to the big apple where we expect much activity in all areas of style, fashion, and overall health and wealth! As we adjust to this new transition phase, we have been taking ample time to reflect on the time—this time—if you will. Naturally, the experience of time seems to be that of constant transformation, the ebb and flow of existence that simultaneously defines our being at any given moment. The Dawn believes that each moment, each breath is a sacred opportunity to go right or left, up or down, and it is through this determination that we experience the effects of our decisions.


Which brings us to one of our favorite philosophers of the 20th century: The Great Alan Watts, whom, during his short time on this planet, brought light to some of the most pressing issues in our current state of cosmic affairs. We will note that Mr. Watts’ presence was not only strikingly unique, it commanded the attention of the masses, for his message is one of immense importance.


Alan Watts was a major advocate for zen buddhism and was essential to the West’s understanding of Eastern philosophy as both a theological practice and psychological study. Bridging such ideas as religion, history, psychology, metaphysics, and science, Mr. Watts was a proponent of the totality of Being–he recognized the dire situation we humans find ourselves in and managed to articulate it in a way that makes cognitive, emotional, and spiritual sense.


We seldom realize, for example that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by our society. – Alan Watts

Alan Watts was not only a lover of humanity, he wanted to help heal humanity, for he saw how we are collectively suffering because we do not know, we do not understand the complexities of this era the way we are meant to understand it. It is for this reason that we have mass despair, mass upheaval, poverty, spiritual emptiness, and general disconnection from out true natures. Mr. Watts gave us the gift of his knowledge, his way of interpreting esoteric tradition so that it became palatable to the Western mind, and for that we are forever grateful.


We adore Mr. Watts for a number of reasons. He was, in the highest sense, striving for completeness in all ares of life. He understood the concept of balance and Self realization, including the mastery of sensuality. When we speak of sensuality, we speak to the notion of sensual experience, or the act of sensing. This pertains to the outside world–recognizing what is attractive, embodying the utmost of one’s being as it applies to the physical senses. Alan Watts says that there are two realms we humans must master and balance, and those are the realms of the spiritual and physical, and both are, in a sense, dependent on the other.


What wonder! For this is our purpose here at The Dawn, to help find that balance between the inner and the outer—much of which rides on one’s sense of style, their outward signature to the world. We believe in the deep appreciation and expression of beauty, and we are convicted in the knowledge that finding one’s balance is one of the great secrets of this life. We here at The Dawn have a sincere desire to maintain the passion of Alan Watts when it comes to helping others understand themselves, to know their power as they stand in space–and we will stop for nothing.


The myths underlying our culture and underlying our common sense have not taught us to feel identical with the universe, but only parts of it, only in it, only confronting it – aliens. -Alan Watts

We leave you with one of our most beloved compilations of Mr. Watts’ teachings for your auditory pleasure:



Day Dreaming of Your Glory,

The Dawn

Mission of The Dawn

What we do:


“[Style is] the state in which one feels the least separation between one’s character and one’s body”

-Alexander Nagel, Art Historian

We are a service that offers styling, style coaching, custom design, and wardrobe consultations.

At The Dawn, we strive to bridge the gap between the inner and outer persona in order to most fulfill what human beings seek: true expression. It is the duty of each individual to embody an authentic representation of themselves. The most effective way to do so is to cultivate one’s own unique style. Style goes beyond clothing: style is everything one has gone through and felt in one’s life all compressed into a moment of real time. The Dawn will help you make that moment count.


Decade Dreaming: The 40’s


The 1940’s in America was the perfect blend of excitement and uncertainty. Massive political and economic changes due to the Great Depression and second World War went hand in hand with the fashion trends of this elusive yet principal decade. Women were entering the workforce at unprecedented rates, creating an upheaval of the status quo in just about every aspect of the culture, particularly in the mode of dress. Fabric shortages and the effects of the depression forced a kind of creative renaissance in the fashion world, making way for the introduction of man made fabrics such as rayon and nylon, as well as new emphasis on line and form. It is our pleasure to share with you our favorite looks that remain pertinent to our current Modus Operandi. Be at ease, Dear Ones, as we delve into this possessing era of feminine beauty.


High Waists and Full Skirts

Gone were the days of dropped waistlines and short hemlines of the 1920’s. The natural waist and long, flowing hemlines came flooding back in by the mid 1930’s and persisted throughout the 1940’s. This resurgence of female modesty was evident in all aspects of the female silhouette. Value was placed on highlighting the female form, and the waist was the center point. We here at The Dawn still believe in the power of a grand silhouette, and the waist plays a prominent role in perfecting this principle.


Plunging Back and Necklines

1940’s Hollywood had a major influence on the fashion choices of the masses, and the elegant lines and fabrics worn on the silver screen had a direct effect on the style of the decade. Special occasions now called for form fitting, long silhouettes and dramatic back and neck lines. Halter tops, open backs, and sultry fabrics were all the rage, as women were getting re-acquainted with their bodies in new and profound ways. Some of our most revered looks encompass the body in its totality, as an object to be adored as well as a living, functioning entity in sacred embodiment.



Accessories as Necessities

Which brings us to our next subject: the art of accessorizing. There is no better decade than the 1940’s when it comes to this treasured skill. Specifically, the hat and glove were ubiquitous during this time. Women everywhere rejoiced in the glove craze. Gloves were a heavy staple and were worn to any and all events. Hats were also in top demand, although they have been high on the fashion front for centuries before. We cannot think of a better addition to any outfit than a fabulous hat paired with a distinct pair of gloves. What sheer genius–a manner to be adored and imitated whenever possible.


Ultra Femininity

Overall, the 40’s were a moment in history that paid great homage to the authority of true femininity. What we love about this time is its unabashed love for all things woman, for the recognition that to be feminine didn’t mean to be weak, but a state to behold in the highest honor. Women were deep into the workforce by the middle of the decade, and although this was masculinizing the concept of the role of woman in society, the nature of woman was in fact magnified in a unique and fervent way. The working woman didn’t have to become a man. She had simply morphed into her newfound identity, and, in our opinion, did so with the utmost level of grace and dignity.



The emergence of separates was a direct result of this newly discovered identity. Women began to experiment with alternative ways of dressing their bodies, paying attention to the concept of function in addition to aesthetic. Thus, the birth of the suit jacket ensued. Boleros, empire and peplum cuts, flared cuffs, and a myriad of styles dominated the industry for years to come. This paved the way for endless creativity and awareness of cut, line, and coverage when it came to the style needs of Woman. We especially love the detailed tailoring and wild regard to color and design, two elements that are still in effect today, and for good reason.


Swimwear as it Should Be

Traveling and beach going began to fully permeate the culture by the 1940’s. Tanning became an enduring trend and all over the country men and women were relishing in this exciting way of experiencing leisure. With that, swimwear was just another avenue for designers to build on their creativity. What we most admire about the swimwear of this decade is the balancing of form and function. Designers paid close mind to discretion and were careful about exposing too much. We believe the swimwear of the 40’s was the only happy medium in the history of swimwear fashion, for it exquisitely maintained the balance of taste, comfort, and sex appeal through practical means. Quite a fantastic feat, in our opinion, and one that deserves much praise.



Demure Hair

Lastly, the hairstyles of the 1940’s marked a turning point in human history as far as womanhood was concerned. Women were in the process of growing their hair out after the fad of the bob began to decline. Emphasis on sleek, simple sophistication was the new standard, and the advent of the neo up-do began to take firm hold. This was a stark contrast to the elaborate up-do’s of the early 20th century and a response to the needs of the working woman. Soft, subdued curls were favored over past romantic styles, creating a more reserved look for the modern woman in all her working glory. Of course, she never fell short of inspiring beauty, for 1940’s hair meant a combination of virtue, purpose and poise. We only hope to aspire to that kind of relevance in today’s ocean of fleeting trends in the world of hair.



Lovely readers, that’s it for our 1940’s Decade Dreaming. We hope you enjoyed our journey through this heartwarming phase of American fashion, as we attempt to keep these remarkable feats of human accomplishment alive and in spirit. May you rejoice in Truth and Integrity, and never fall short of transmitting your light for all to see.


Roses Upon Roses,

The Dawn

Egon Schiele: The Sacred and the Profane


Austrian painter Egon Schiele was lightyears ahead of his time. Coined an Expressionist, Schiele was known for his provocative portraits of himself as well as women. He especially liked the young female body, and during his years as a painter, he was seen as a social outcast with a filthy mind, certainly not suitable for any kind of reverence.


Born in 1890, Schiele was a gifted artist from an early age. The renown painter Gustav Klimt recognized Schiele’s talents and took him under his wing, introducing Schiele to the bustling art scene of 20th century Europe. By 24, he had his first solo exhibition in Paris. Prior to his rising success, Schiele was notorious for his bohemian lifestyle and rejection of modern day cultural expectations.


Schiele often hired young women to pose in his paintings, causing much controversy. He was seen as lewd, and was eventually arrested for seducing a girl who was below the age of consent. During the arrest, much of his work was seized on account of its pornographic content. Soon, however, Egon Schiele enjoyed many successful exhibitions throughout Europe until his death at the young age of 28. Though his career was short-lived, Schiele paved the road for many artists and displayed a most authentic persona in what he represented.


Many saw Schiele as a troubled young man, shrouded in mystery. It is clear through his paintings that he had a connection to people that went much deeper than the superficial level. His subjects are depicted as deeply disturbed, grotesque, emaciated–a possible reflection of his own inner turmoil and spiritual milieu. His own self portraits are filled with his sorrowful gaze, as he so humbly made himself out to be The Other, and was not afraid to show his own vulnerability. Despite all this, Schiele still had the ability to capture a kind of rare beauty in his works, one of frailty and innocence that oddly opposed the graphic nature of his style.


We admire Egon Schiele for many reasons, mainly for his passion for the portrait and his genuine take on the human condition. Not only was he absolutely talented, he was true to his desires, his needs, his output as an artist–qualities that are needed for truly honoring the art of self expression.


His hidden wisdom is easily detectable throughout his work, as he was one who wasn’t afraid of his totality. He will always have a special place in our hearts, for his is a legacy that must live on as an example for All on how to embody Truth, however strange it may be.


 That concludes our homage to the great Egon Schiele.


To restrict the artist is a crime. It is to murder germinating life.

-Egon Schiele

Bunches of Daisies,

The Dawn