RANDOM MEMORIES

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THERE IS NOTHING MORE TO KNOW ABOUT ME, PERSONALLY, THEN WHAT IS HERE ON THIS POST

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SINCE THIS IS ALL i KNOW AND WHAT I AM

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THIS IS MY STORY

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KHATMANDU, NEPAL

1972

Photo by

Sir Peter Scot

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RANDOM MEMORIES

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When I began my first blog it was intended to publish my fabric and fashion design work since for some reason unknown to me, the US fashion press deleted my existance in American fashion history, and all I had achieved from 1960 until 1973 was erased.

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I believe it was because I had been financially backed by Rebekka Harkness and successfully created an excellent haute couture collection that I presented at the Hotel Ctillon in Paris among thebfashion greats during fashion week in January 1968 and challenged Yves Saint Laurent as his equal or superceded him artistically

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Although I continued designing fabrics for Pierre Godard of Madison Fabrics in NYC, Como, Italy and Lyon, France, the contract he had me sign prevented me from designing clothes.

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I suspect it was Eugenia Sheppard ordered bt John Fairchild and Eleanor Lambert that I be removed from the haute couture but only allowed to design fabrics.  

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Then in 1973 Godard exhausted my out put and dropped me claiming I was dead, then leaving me without any connections with the fashion industry

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I managed to create two collections for James Galanos, the Greek in 1968 and my last, the Tibetan in 1976

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My name was never published by the press again and all my work locked in the archives of the fashion press

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No one in the industry would buy or even look at my new designs so they piled up in my Vermont studios where they now have been looted

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I had never worked with any computer design soft ware not believing it better than what I was capable of doing as an artist

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The computer created designers out of anyone that knew computer artificial intelligence but decades later I discovered one could create a personal blog spot and post photos and information as a fashion press historian so I created ny first blogspot writing as much of my past history and posted photos of my work with the idea that perhaps someone in fashion would rediscovery me andbrespond

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With various changes going on with FaceBook and Google I lost my connecting email addresses and was prevented adding to my original blogspot but it continues today permanently existing on the internet

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After a few years a few people discovered it and their contributions let to others so finally my design history was being restored

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Much that I had published I felt now to negative so I deleted much but added information as best I could in an encyclopedic  form before being locked out

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It wasn't until around 2020 when I was starting a new life in Burma that I began this Yusupov-Luksiev Blogspot now have much genealogical information about my Brish mother and Russian father and now continue with memoirs collecting info under my auto biographical document entitled

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 STRIKING WITH THE SWORD OF HEAVEN

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This blog is not so much for sharing information publically but something important for me to document my life for my own benefit in recording my ecperiences, interests, memories abpnd spiritual understanding

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USS NAVY

Seaman

Yeoman

Enlisted

US Naval Air Station

Base Newpaper Publisher

Post Master

Lakehurst, New Jersey

1952 - 1954

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USS BALTIMORE CA -68

Admiral' Yeoman

Flag Ship of the Sixth Seventh Fleets

Atlantic & Pacific

Korean Conflict

1954 - 1956

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US NAVY RESERVES

1956 - 19690

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The Golden Horne Cafe

THE CASTLE

ATLANTA, GEORGIA

1958 - 1960

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Memories from my earliest child hood, now I can preserve since I can remember much from having first been born and how my life was shaped by events as well as how my mother and father guided me to become free and independent from any structural government or legal impediments and therefore became an individual capable of deciding on my own what is good, the truth and right from wrong

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My first memory as an infant

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NYMPHEA

Amazonia Victoria

Water Lily

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My mother took me before i was one year old to a conseveatory garden and placed me on the leaf of this water lily

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Nymphea

Amazonia Victoria

My next major memory was seeing and smelling these purple Lilacs in our garden

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When first wandering on the prairies I discovered these white wild Shooting Stars

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Then I discovered these pink Shooting Stars

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These are my most importan memories shaping my eary minx

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White as purity, Symmetric perfection, and beauty from the Nymphea

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Royal Purple, again beauty and perfection and perfume from the Lilac

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Cosmic relations of nature on Earth and Celestrial bodies in the Universe

Truth, good and perfection from all three

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Before and when I was ten years old, in 1942, affer reading my father's books on Botany and Garden enclyclopedeas, and memorizing most species of plants on Earth by their English, Greek and Latin names, I decided to become a Botanist and creator of an Arboratum

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At sixteen

in 1948 

as a 

Cadet 

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I decided to become a Lands ape designer and architect

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This led to my discovery of the Buckthorne Hall Estate in 1963 that gave me practical experience to have both a significant architectural structurs, and historic master piece, and an especially an ideal historic garden arboratum, suitable for the my perfect plans in life

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After restoring it, finding one of every kind of native plant, tree and shrub natural to this Northern climate, I collected and added all these flowers, plus many other flowers, including rwenty thousand Tulips from the Nederlands that moles and deer ate, and many destroyed by other wild fauna, over the 60 years I lived here

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Hydrangias 

& 

Hybrid Gold & Orange

Hemerocalis

Brother Cadfael

English Rose

White English Rose

Golden Giant Iris

Red Monarda

White Hydrangias 

Hybrid Hemerocalis

August Flower Display

Purple Cone Flower

Giant Imperial Pink Iris

Grandiflora Giant Phlox

Pink Phlox

Pale Cadet Blue Giant Iris

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All these flowers survived, multiplied and endured the Deer, Moles, climate, and other wild fauna

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My perfect Estate Garden 

and 

Arboratum 

in 

New England

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Giant Hybrid

Gold and White Iris

Starship Enterprise Iris

Purple Emperor Iris

Giant Pale Blue Cadet Iris

Pink Grandiflora Phlox

Hybrid Hemerocalis

Hybrid Hemercolis

Wild Lavender Monarda

Wild Lavender Monarda

Wild Black Eyed Susans

Wild Vermillion Loose Strife

Crimson Buckthorne Hall

English Rose

Grand Golden Dragon Iris

Wild Pale Pink 

Broom Flower

Golden Majestic Iris

Hybrid Yellow & White

Hemerocalis

White English Rose

Sceptre'd Isle Pink 

English Rose

Hemerocalus Grandiflora

Echenopes

Purple Globe Flower

Mount Hood White Daffodils

Estate Grandiflora Hydrangias

Grandiflora Pink Phlox

White Hydrangias

RHAMTHUS

Topiary

Buckthorne

Miniture Pink Dalilas

Ruby Rhododendron
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All this led me to become a famous artist, fabric and fashion designer based on Dynamic Symmetry, logic, truth, nobility, perfection and integrity

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It streghtend my resolve to follow only my own directives after being denied all I believed in by others

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Everyone said no to me when I solved problems and offered them to solve their  problems, until I learned that if one is told "no" continually, and never yes, then that person denied can never grow into an adult mentally but strives to be accepted

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I was never accepted and therefore my mind as a child was the strength that led me to perfection making decisions and solving problems on my own

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I am grateful for this

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My Nymphea Print

Printed in Como, Italy

by 

MASERICA

1969

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Oxford University

D,PHIL

Honourary

Classical & Medieval Studies

1961 -1962

1991 - 1992

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BAN YAYTONGKU

At Burmese Jungle village of native 

Burmese Hill Tribe Family 

on the 

Thailand - Burma Border 

in a

UNISCO

Dawna Mountain Sanctuary

2018

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TIBET

1972

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On top of the 

Burmese King's Tower

Mandalay Royal Palace

2025

Ninety three years old

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NINETY YEARS AGO

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When I was three years old my father took us out of the city of Chicago 

  south to the prairies that stretched for miles on the flat lands that one could see the horizon and curvature of the Earth.

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Only to the South west of our little piece of prairie was a corn field and in the distance a large farm prinvipally growing field corn

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We started to dig holes for old telephone poles that we buried up to about two frrt above the ground set in the clay below that formed a foundation for them.  The top soil was rich for growing things and black for a depth of about 12 inches then under it turned to sand that was many feet deep reaching thick grey clay

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On these poles that created a square 30 feet by thirty feet we built a platform on solid beams and raised walls, on top built another platform, and a steep gabel roof

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We moved in the next Summer but we had no windows or doors but just blankets covering openings provided for them later

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The summer brought heavy rains and howling winds, lightening and thunder and we had no furniture but slept on the floor

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Surrounded by open prairie there was tall grass and in the spring an abundance of wild flowers that gave me hours of searching to find them.  Rocks were here and there and lifting them I found centipedes, earth worms and beetles that scurried into holes avoiding the light

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This was my world that offered me the nature it could provide

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I used to build small bon fires at night, sitting on the ground, and stare into the night sky in a kind of trance, a meditation looked at the Moon or on Moonless nights a sky filled with bright stars

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In the fire I tossed potatoes.  They were burned black and when broken open show white steaming flesh that dipped in butter was a sensation of flavor eating both the white and the black burnt skin

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At certain times of year field corn from the corn field, steamed in wet heavy  cloth in the fire on hot stones

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Many a Summer night I slept out doors under a starie sky with Fireflies flashing their phosphorescent lights, dreaming of traveling into space, flying on the white Pegasus, and visiting Saturn, my spirit planet

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Often shooting stars streaked across the night sky

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I am a triple Capricorne with Sagitarious rising influenced my the moon that anchored my feet in the ground and my mind in the clouds

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I didn't live in the real world but one of my own imagination filled with mythological animals.  The Unicorne, Pegasae, Centaurs, Griffons, Elves and Celestial Angels

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After leaving the big city the prairie was pure nature and our prairie was far enough that no city could be seen on the horizon

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This all formed my mind by the time I was five years old

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My mother and father prevented that by removing me from the madding crowd

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MY FATHER

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The greatest mystery of my life is my father.

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He was forty years old when I was born and didn't pay much attention to me on a daily basis.  He tutored me in reading, writing and arithmatics.  He was a caligrapher of great acheivement and ibtroduced me to many styles of writing letter.  My favorites were the elaborate cursive and the Old English Gothic

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besides that he guided me into planting trees, both fruit and shade as well as vegetable gardening

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I expanded on my own in flower gardening

He never allowed my older brother and me to have toys.  Only books and various kinds of building blocks, board games and puzzels

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Mzny years later my mother explained that he and she agreed that she would guide my talent in music, dance, art and gymnastjcs

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In our heritage of Sangrael I was what one mighf call "a spare" my brother the crown prince

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From the things my mother and father revealed of themselves to us we determined we were royal princes but being modest decided only to be Knights of the Tzar and King, both of Russian and English descent

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We played at that

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I observed that my older brother was like Prince William, aggressive and dictatorial, into sports and military, and I was like Prince Edward, artistic, theatrical, practical and reserved

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Prince James, Edward's son, is like me.  reserved, observant, contemplative and very noble

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Of course I don't see in him the chaos that is evident in both William and Harry and I don't expect William will last long as a king if he becomes og since Pric

nce James is being let into that title as a young man

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But back to my father

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