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is borne from a New York City/Fairfirld County, Ct.Prep School "tribe" of artists. Self-proclaimed "Trustafarians": we are priveledged but breaking all stereotypes of the atypical "Trust Fund Baby". It so happnened: that among us, we had "factory members "as parents. Was this "channeled" concept destiny; a plan- or upbringing? Aura Blue crew is filled with photographers, film-makers, painters, Fabulous queens, undercover lovers, poets, models: and between us we could put together a guest list that woud rival (and include) Paris and Bono. Imagine this collective of intelligent and highly sensitive kids in the late 1990's coming of age in a place very much like "Stepford"... We were no angels- but we were unique in that we got to a "higher consciousness"... and worked together always. 9 am brunches with champagne and illegal photo shoots strolled into evening and a factory in full effect. Writing plays about aliens in one corner; Wilie and Peter- Me and Matteo doing "something" with my coiff- tragic I dye to dye- and I get into the bath in my Y2K wedding gown; ask Lane to get candles and shoot. (my art lies within living itself.... there is a buzz about the place in rememberance of that gown.... they think I am absolutely mad to have it in the first place- let alone submerge myself in a bath for art.) I think the reason I bought the gown wasn't to wait for prince charming on New Year's eve...I had told my plan or "proposal" all my ex-s; who were all with me in Trustafaria - and I was clear accross the country from Vegas. Serious buzz kill. Maybe the gown was meant to be worn not on New Year's, but that night (which was any night, and may have been any gown..) Alex comes and pitches her spin on the scene....while taping with a bottle of her parent's cellar wine in the other. "Kachew!"- she says "look at you!" "I know..... but I don't care, I love the feeling of th water on this fabric. Come in, actually?" "Goo goo kachew?"- She leaves foe a cigarette and new ballyhoo is brought. Drama. Drama fuc%ingrama. Oliver is finally back; and we try to convince him not to sell out.... He is the most talented musician- too bad we lost him to investment banking. But as the typical day in a life rolls on- Casey rolls in with a digideroo, and new dreads... bonds with link over his Safari pictures- and Me in my soaking white dress and eyeliner bring evryone into a drum circle- get the guitars... and as they start to do that magic; as we are "playing" together, as we did as children.... Dauer and Hush- symbiotic and sarcastic; but brilliant. They all know me better than I know myself. It is all so "classic"- ...I am "ano" they say; but I constantly play hostess. "Know about the guinea bride?"- D taunts... It's so from my Wasp Mom...and Martha, but I love the famiglia! So it is as typical betewen running in to refresh drinks,brew tea, and change as if I were on stage- I procure a tascam, some mics; and of course lay down some off the cuff hooks nd verse. We are all driven and talented on or own- but when the "factory"...or the Aura Blue crew finds ourselves together? These are the moments that the world stands still as we alone spin a wb of beautifuk chaos. There is a energy unlike anything I can explain... A creative force which runs deep and long. All of our best friends are already friends..even if it has been a while; so in time this scenario only gets exponentially renaissaince taboo and court- like. Perhaps in the days of the Tudors, or Camelot? Perhaps then we lived such a gorgeous and complicated existance. The catch is that "to whom much is given more is expected."~ my mom, (before Elliot Mess) It is a near impossible feat to surpass your parents achievements when they are literally brilliant artists, entrepreneurs, rock-stars, fortune 500,model and commercial scene, presidents, prom queen-ivy league Donna Reade. The inner drive to achieve never left any if us. We have all had our "fifteen minutes" of fame. Once you have even five minutes of fame, you change your perceptions of what it is really all about it. The illusion of some great wizard is gone, and much like Andy "created" a star out of Edie.... So too do we have the power. The question remains why we are creating what we are when ego and self gratification disappear. For me, I do it for my sanity; for the boys that kicked me out of the band... for the same boys that are my soul brothers, and have inspired me to take chances. I continue because I have always been the one with the crystal vision. Vision that Aura Blue crew manifested and surpassed~ In many ways I feel as if I am "Wendy lady"- and they are my lost boys, and tinks. I still do. More than ever. But it takes a tribe of TrustafarianS to get aura blue coming through! with Mothers that could give the Stepford wives a run for their money. We were not Gen X, not yet named.... wh(Y) were we in. Remarkably, we are all still each-other's best friends, with the inspiration being contagious. Knowing we dreamed it up- and I told every one of them (being the gypsy).... Aura Blue Crew is kind of like the new Warhol Factory I think? They would affirmatively get it- or get lost. Of course, the circle-the "Collective" is vast; as the blue light touches those we meet and guides us to those we are meant to know. It was a black and white photo of Andy on my wall that I colored with lipstick, eyeshadow, and nailpolish that became our "oracle" that first summer. Fitting tribute, I think: don't you?

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