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‘Concision in Style, Precision in Thought, Decision in Life”

You may have noticed those immortal words when browsing through our ABOUT US page, although the phrase is more like this:

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Since our inception, these words have helped build the foundations for creating The Eye of Faith, and we never forgot them along the way.

Patrick Bateman Loves Les Mis

Wise words from an icon in his own right,  Victor Hugo (and I’m not too sure if he would be one for musicals ) . . . but none the less, his “concision in style, precision in thought, and decision in life”, have made him and his work relevant to this very day!

It’s quite wild how the past comes and goes, and is brought back to life again. Inspiration finds it’s way through the cracks of your mind to infiltrate your thoughts and create something special. This comes into play every time you make your way into your own wardrobe, for example. You stare at your clothes and an idea might come to your mind, and thus a new look, and a new you is born!

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While our motto  CONCISIONEM STYLO, ACCURATIUS CORDE, IUDICARI VITA (it just sounds so F***ing good in Latin) has carried us far the past year, most mysterious 2014, we have a few new thoughts for the year ahead, and some new virtues we want to inherit and inspire for 2015.

+KNOWLEDGE+

The chemical preparation of Aurum Portabile (Sadeler II, Kilian, Geiger)

+KNOWLEDGE+ has always been an important piece of the puzzle here at The Eye, and for our frequent followers and visitors, you have come to expect in our approach an appreciation for history and all it’s secrets and quirks. We love to expose the {PAST} and examine where it fits into the {PRESENT} and hopefully, using our age defying wisdom, we can summarize a likely {FUTURE}.

Much like the alchemists and sorcerers of the past, the gaining and collecting of knowledge, every little bit no matter how esoteric, is a vital aspect of one’s true power, for when the time comes and all you are left to is you and you alone, you can count on yourself to follow through! Whether we’re talking life or fashion, no one is ever going to blame you for knowing too much.

We hope to continue in this vein, and bring you more and more vintage memories and musings that can both inspire and inform.

+INTEGRITY+

Blame it on the Gang (from THE EYE OF FAITH rules)

Since we began creating The Eye of Faith, we have been told a million and one things we should be doing instead. Everyone and their mother has had an opinion on our vision, without even asking what that vision may be!

We came into this game knowing full well who we were, and what we intended to accomplish. You don’t see another site quite like The Eye of Faith online, and that is a good thing. We are not trying to fall into place behind other fashion blogs (most of which look the same) who recycle content from site to site, but we wanted to be true innovators on the scene. This dedication to our vision, and always standing by it without changing it to appease naysayers is why we have ruled +INTEGRITY+ as a continuing priority here at The Eye of Faith.

The Eye of Faith was conceived as a portal to the past with many seemingly disparate items, articles, and stories coming together to create a well-rounded vision of how little things have changed, and how cool the past really was! This will continue NOT to change.

We will also not be picking any random articles of vintage clothing to add to the collection. Nothing is arbitrary, and each piece speaks to a certain story or style we are aiming to incorporate into the vision of the collection as a whole. Believe us, it’s not as easy as it sounds! It’s called +INTEGRITY+

+COURAGE+

The Spirit of Contemplation (1901) by Albert Toft {1862 - 1949}
The Spirit of Contemplation (1901) by Albert Toft {1862 – 1949}

+COURAGE+ has always been our silent leader when it came to creating The Eye of Faith. In fact, the whole idea of the The Eye of Faith encapsulates this virtue entirely.

The Eye of Faith is an age old symbol of +COURAGE+, and by the pure belief in matters at hand, and some proper insight, one may be given sight to see the way to get to one’s destiny. It’s a silent pathway, but a strong one, and without proper reinforcement your trail could just wither into the wind before your eyes and you would be left to find your way without the guidance of the fates. . .

The latter is a path many of choose in life, but since we are beings with a choice, we definitely chose to trust that The Eye of Faith will get us where we belong.

It took a lot of +COURAGE+ to stand up and tell those we know and love our belief in it, but it definitely seems to be paying off, with everyday us getting stronger and stronger.

+STRENGTH+

Have Strength Poor Child

+STRENGTH+ comes in many forms. We need it constantly; in the physical sense, to keep up the hustle of getting our pieces from one place to another, and even more so in the emotional and spiritual sense, when it seems like you’ll never figure it all out.

Truth is, you’re never going to figure it all out, so best stop wasting your energy on that one . . .

Having +STRENGTH+ of mind is more powerful than any fist when it comes to life. Creeping deep down into oneself and building +STRENGTH+ from within is your best start. From there, everything else will seem like a cinch!

+IMAGINATION+

Imagination Psychedellia

I once read somewhere that +IMAGINATION+ is more important than +KNOWLEDGE+

But I don’t think that is quite true, as much as learning to utilize both to one’s advantage can be the most powerful tool of all.

+IMAGINATION+ is quite literally the God-Sense in all of us. If you seek the divine in the everyday all you need do is open a pad of paper and sketch, or write for an hour about any old thing, even messing about your wardrobe will suffice. It is simply that beautiful magical moment where your brain has decided to create something new, and completely you.

You are a well of ideas and inspirations, and once you are able to tap into that spring, you might find your true self overflowing!

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So there you have it!

Our five newly anointed principles that can be used not just for your style sensibilities, but use them in life, as well. If you use them right, the transformations will happen almost immediately.

Feel free to adapt our Rules to fit your own life, or simply come up with a few of your own.

What means most to you? In the end, that’s all that matters. We know what we need to do to survive, and we’re going to definitely be making it happen! So hopefully some of our words of wisdom have rubbed off a bit, and we can all make things happen together!

Take The Oath of The Eye

From the bottom of my cool blazing heart,

{theEye}

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E.O.F. Photoblast: The Perils of a Mask


As we spend our waking days on the open road, we come across so many new faces any given sunday.  Each with a story, and a depth of compassion unique to each individual.

If one common thread runs true, it’s the restraint one can take to fit the ‘norm’.  We’re constantly encouraging our readers to do away with this mask of normality, and craft a new facade, mirror’d in your own image.  With qualities unique and true.

Time holds no barred, because this is a tale as old as time.  Make your mark, and proudly wear the mask of yourself while starring back at your own destiny.  Head no fear, temptation will be near.  The strength you have in diversity will always stand beside you in your courage.

Old photographs tell the oldest tales perhaps the loudest.  With mystery behind the eye’s, story’s we’ll never truly get to hear,  yet an expression of a mask telling every detail.

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”

-Oscar Wilde

So head our words, the world is full of so many pressures today, and it seems like everyday the numbers are growing, so the last thing you need is adding yourself to the equation! JUST DO YOU!

Find what makes you happy, and what sets you apart, then just let the freak flags fly. For two thousand years we have been obsessed with being unhappy with ourselves, and it’s about time we start to change that!

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“The Old Man on the Corner” by Waldo Tomosky

Waldo Tomosky is one of our regular visitors here at The Eye of Faith, and wished to share this short story with us, citing it as both unique and divine – two very important words we hold close to us here at The Eye.

We couldn’t agree more, and decided we’d share it with you all here at The Eye of Faith.

This story entitled “The Old Man on the Corner” plays off Waldo’s own memory as a boy living in a small town, and how the simplest things in the world can come to be the most profound in the end….

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by Waldo Tomosky

There is a state that is not what it used to be. There is a village within that state that falls into the same category. Families have an obligation to prepare the next generation for a better life. Political regions apparently do not have that same obligation.

The village has a city name; Johnson City. From the period of my first memories of village life, until the time when I entered the army, I always remember one specific street corner.

At one time a large store was located there. If my memory serves me correctly it was a hardware store. I do clearly remember, I am sure, that to enter the store you had to climb three massive concrete stairs that wrapped around the entire front.

The store no longer exists, due to a fire. A silvery aluminum diner was finally placed on the site. It has always been called the “Red Robin Diner.” But this story is not about inanimate objects; it is about people, or, more succinctly, it is about one man. This man was one of several that were, and are, always located on that corner. Their faces change and their manner changes but they are the same men.

They are retirees, older men living off a pension, a government dole, or off their savings. When I was young they sat on an old wooden bench that was painted red. It probably belonged to the village. The men smoked, and talked about something that I was never privileged to hear. They also had a bottle of something or other that was wrapped in a brown paper sack. In between cigarettes, or cigars, they would pass the sack around and each man had a swig of whatever was hidden in it.

They were nice friendly men. There were no loud voices or harsh words. They simply enjoyed each others company and nodded “hello” to the folks that passed them by. A nice toothy (or toothless) grin usually accompanied the “hello.”

I previously stated that the story is about one man. Possibly my memory has played some tricks on me over the years and this one man is a composite of all the old men that have located themselves on that corner. It makes no difference. This singular or composite soul was friendly, cheerful, unshaven, had a hole in his pants, and his shoes (that were once meant for work) were never polished. Yes; that is a good analogy. His shoes were like he was, unpolished but substantial, faithful, ready to serve.

This man smoked a pipe (in between nips). It was not a beautiful meerschaum pipe. It appeared to be made of briarwood and had a plain shape. He lit his pipe with what us youngsters called “farmer matches.” They were not your modern safety matches. They were more functional for a pipe smoker. The matches were singular (not in a pack) and had a hefty piece of wood (not the cheap paper stick that we now use). The heads had a section to burn and a section to strike. The striking portion was on the end and was typically white in color. Once struck, the burning section would be ignited which in turn would set the hefty wooden stick aflame.

Once again we are not here to compare the old with the new but rather to set into motion the details about this old man and his wooden matches. Keep in mind the attributes of this old man. He was wise, somewhat the worse for wear (as we all would be if we had completed the tasks that he had), a little unkempt, but most importantly he loved the people around him. In fact he loved them almost as much as he loved lighting his pipe. I really believe he enjoyed lighting those farmer matches. He was constantly at it.

The match would appear from nowhere. He would be inspecting it before the casual observer even knew he had one in his hand. The old man would test the wooden section for sturdiness. Then he would spin it between his fingers and inspect the white striking end. This would be followed by an inspection of the secondary lighting section (which was usually red but sometimes blue). Once he was satisfied, the match would be struck against some hard surface. The striking end would burst open into a star like pattern with other minor star patterns being created from the original one; then additional star patterns were created from the secondary ones. You could never tell how many star patterns were created due to the fact that it happened so fast. Yet, you knew that several patterns existed before they died out. At that same moment the secondary fire (blue or red; it makes no difference) would occur. This would create yet another burst of energy that exceeded what was necessary to light the pipe. The old man would keep the creation at a safe distance until the wooden section was on fire. Only at that time would he light his pipe.

I must repeat that he appeared to enjoy lighting the matches as much as smoking the pipe. I say this because he would always use about five matches for every pipe-full of tobacco. Additionally, his eyes would gleam with joy whenever he lit a match. It was not the gleam of a pyromaniac but rather the gleam of someone who created something. He appeared proud like a new father, or, had that “ah-ha!” moment of someone who had a new insight. It was something that I never understood but always was amazed at observing. How could an old man on a corner get such satisfaction out of lighting his pipe?

It was only when I had my own “ah-ha!” moment (years later) that I understood the old man on the corner. The ceremony of the pipe was his creation yet every time he accomplished that act he knew exactly what would occur. Oh, I don’t mean that he knew how many star patterns there would be, and he sure didn’t know what was located on those minute cinders that resulted from the burnt out star patterns. He only knew that he could create them and that the results would take care of themselves. It was only natural that there would be star-cinders, flame energy and gases, and finally the wooden stick that would serve as the means to the end.

Therefore I believe that somewhere beyond all the galaxies, their stars, the gases, the unbridled energy, the cinder-like asteroids, the unknown black holes, there is an old man standing on a corner lighting his pipe. There is, most likely, a hole in his pants. There may be some friends that he shares nectar with; although I can not quite picture it being hidden in a brown paper sack. He is friendly and benevolent but does not care to guide our every move. He simply likes to create a stir with his farmer matches. He loves the explosive star patterns, likes to watch the flames and gasses that are created by the red and blue sections, and is somewhat disappointed when the wooden section finally burns out.

He knows that he will need to re-light his pipe in a few minutes and also knows that the residue of the last match will have to take care of itself. He doesn’t know that we are riding on one of the smallest cinders and that we treat the last burning ember of the striking ember as the center of our system. Time to him is irrelevant. Time to us is in light-years.

We have made such a big thing out of someone lighting a pipe. It is really very simple. We do not know (and will never know) where the beginning and end is. It is not really our beginning or our end; they are His matches and His pipe. So therefore the creative act of lighting farmer matches goes on. The center of the sphere of sparks is everywhere yet nowhere. The length of time for a match to exhaust itself is both future and past (of which neither really exist). Yet we continue to attempt to identify the past through something we call history and the future through something we call science.

It is just an old man lighting his pipe.

© Copyright – Waldo Tomosky

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Waldo has a lot more where the came from over at his blog, so please check it out!

Sincerely,

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Have You seen the Eye On Facebook??

We always love to thank our readers, for you are the gears on this machine keeping us in motion.  We’d love to remind you guys to check out our Facebook Fanpage and give us your like! As our store is around the corner, we are thinking of our loyal readers and plead with you all to watch for Bonus content and offers only posted on Our Page!.

And we do we DO love making new friends daily! So if you’d like, you can add us as a friend too! To befriend TheEye OfFaith click here, and to like our Page follow This Link! And we do have a LookBook to keep up with our street style.  Oh, and Tweet us!

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Commercial Break: Cape Fear (1991) and (1962)

We have to take a moment to remember 1991’s Cape Fear.  Frankly, one of our FAVOURITE performances by Robert De Niro.  Not to mention our beloved Juliette Louis as sultry young daughter,  Jessica Lange and Nick Nolte make up a disturbed family struggling through some tangled up legal woe’s… to say the least.   We admire Martin Scorsese and have to applaud this throwback to pulpy, sexy, retro flicks.

Not to be forgotten, originally done in 1962 and in black and white, every bit of this flick is as exciting as the 1991 version.   Starring the legend Gregory Peck,  each scene is more suspenseful than the last.  We would highly recommend getting your hands on this one, and have a popcorn night snuggled on a sofa!

And a strange twist would have it, or we guess inevitable claims of fame, both actresses who played the young daughter have/had musical careers!  Juliette Lewis tours as Juliette and the Licks, and Lori Martin had a record deal!  Who’s better, you decide!


Have you seen either Cape Fears?? And what do you think of Lori vs. The Licks?
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Glamour, Glitter, Fashion, and Pills!

The glamour, the fashion, the fame! The lives of the rich and famous sure seems fabulous, but it seems clear to us there is a lot of pressure once you’re on top. Everybody else is doing it… you may think it would help you network, or maybe feel more relaxed.   But when it comes down to it, there are too many ‘yes men’ in this alienating industry. It’s no surprise that substance abuse, be it alcohol or chemical, has become far too prevalent in our time. But pop that pill! If it’s perscribed, it must mean that it’s tailor made for your condition… whatever that condition may be, right?

We want to take you back to a time of “female hysteria” in the early 1900’s, when women were not only condemned as being over emotional and erratic, but the most plausible solution is that these women had cravings their husbands were not fulfilling. So naturally the cure for a over hyped women’s libido was to get ‘some’. Now, its the ‘what’ of the ‘some’ you may be asking, will she ‘get’?? Well, back in the day, the good doctor only needed his own two hands, maybe even just a finger, to help satisfy a women’s cravings. This was the logic then, though most doctors are less hands on today.

Now we look back on this with a horrendous idea of what our society was, but the reality is, it was not too long ago!! These women trusted their doctors, who of course are educating themselves daily, constantly learning new techniques, and being fed tactics from ‘higher up’ declaring the latest craze to hit the medical world. Be it a snake acid injected into the skin to help alleviate age, penicillin, or some kind of sedative promised to kill or calm whatever isnt letting you ‘feel good’ so you can feel a hell of a lot better feeling nothing at all!

Anxiety and depression are curable with a pill, if you live in North America.  Yet astonishingly in poorer nations where water and food is a luxury, the population riddled with anxiety doesn’t seem to exist. We’re so distracted by our worlds innovations, we’re loosing the concept of finding simple joy.

We all have witnessed someone we love battle with their own content.  We are bombarded by countless pressures telling us that what we have isn’t enough. Whether it’s the stresses of our mundane work day, or a quiet ambition driving us to be the perfect version of ourselves, we have become brainwashed to believe that it’s wrong to be unhappy.

In truth, its the up’s and downs of our lives which give us humility. But answers are handed out far too quickly in the form of a prescription. Sure seems like the best remedy for a mild case of celebrity is some kind of a numbing pain killer.

The influence of our prescription bound society is not only evident through tragedy but also found in modern art works.  Back in 2002, Lullaby Spring, a humungous display of  6136 hand painted pills by Damien Hirst recently sold for whopping 22.8 Million Dollars. More recently, we can find work by Beverly Fishman, where pill play has a major role in the efficacy of the Art piece called “Pill Spill“.

We are not suggesting a complete rebellion against the North American healthcare system (necessarily), but we do suggest readers look deeper than their prescription slip. Often if investigated, the ‘discovery’ or ‘root’ of so many modern ailments, are shrouded in as much mystery as the illness itself. It’s disheartening to think that a system which is structured to take care of us, is actually striking fear into us, and draining us of all logic and dollars.

Ingesting something synthetic asking for a cure will not save us, we must embrace what is true to our experiences as we go through them. Trust that tomorrow will be a brand new day.

R.I.P. We love you Whitney.
The Eye.

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