Sunday, November 15, 2009

subliminal messaging.

A margarita later and Nina Ricci is getting seriously futuristic on me. Tokyo relapses all over again.

The Meeting Places and My Bloody Valentine force you to have this like false nineties memory of you like getting high or something in Japan. Which to me speaks loudly in high altitudes where my ears are popping in that blackkkk dresss mannnnn. The flowy one that gets you all confused at first glance but then your double take leads you to realize that oh shoot sherlock that junk is fierce.

But if I'm being completely real with myself the bigger part of me knows that I deserve Celine's collection because of all of those sillouhettes that will undoubtedly fit. Both top left's. All that simplistic color that speaks.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

the next step:

silhouettes, silhouettes, silhouettes.
visually appealing.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

observering excretion.

While sitting in a coffee shop you'll notice that males have weaker colons. The coffee shop being the only place where there's a line in front of the men's room.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

look of the day:

the perfect blazer.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Friday, October 23, 2009

92Y-Ashley O. and Isaac Miz.

the future of women's fashion interview:

Monday, October 19, 2009

Sunday, October 18, 2009


If only.

how to settle a fight.

Bob found a letter in his pocket. A little letter that more or less said something like, "Meet me at my apartment. There is something for you.". So there he was at her house seemingly alone, in her room sitting at a table that was standing in the center of her room under a piece of lace fabric used as a rug.

He took a seat. A complimentary mix of bewilderment and intrigue.

Dree has set the table with four plates at each end of the table. One big plate with a 70's orange daisy painted on it. A tiny plate to the left of each big plate, miscellaneous in color and style. Placed atop the plate are fake pieces of plastic food.
A hot dog.
A cheeseburger.
A strawberry.
A piece of steak.
The center piece is a huge yellow tinted glass cake holder. The holder is filled with little pieces of papers with jotted down ideas and scenarios they've written to each other over the years.

Bob is sitting at the table, hesitant as to whether or not he should step on the lace fabric. He sees the fake food in front of him and picks up the plastic piece of steak and kind of does one of those shrug and laugh things that indicate confusion. He notices a note taped to the bottom that says, "For when you feel like lying". Still confused he grabs the plastic strawberry, turns it around and sees, "For when you're asleep". The cheeseburger, "For when your eyes are worried". The hot dog, "For when you start looking old".

At this point he was doing one of those laughing and smiling ear to ear things that indicate elation.

Dree appeared at her door when she heard him laughing. They both smiled to each other.
Dree standing at the doorway.
Bob sitting at the table.
She sat on his lap sideways, with her arm around his neck. He kissed her cheek, still smiling and said something that was drowned out by the record player all the while leaning over to unveil their paper cake.

"You first."

Thursday, October 8, 2009

alexander mcqueen.



look of the day:

Something about this got my wheels turning. The pink hair actually makes the Diane Keaton shoulders subtle. Plus those juicy shoes are pushing my "I need to hurry with my shoe collection already" buttons. I could do without the stripes though, or maybe have added a big ol' gaudy brooch.
Gimme them shades Dree.

p.s. please click on this one to make it bigger. this size gives it no justice and i'm sucking at computers lately.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

they make the world go round.

collided worlds.

Chris Taylor giving Bradford a haircut in a parking lot in Atlanta.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

pretty close to home.

summer moving day.

Saving to get an apartment with:

-- a window lit bathroom and pale pink tiles
-- no hair in the sink
-- sun leaks into my bedroom
-- hangout parties
-- booze
-- plant pets/community garden
-- club meetings
-- sweaty parties
-- leftovers
-- more cereal, less ice cream
-- surprise visits
-- a pup
-- laughs
-- a tidy appearance
-- a roommate(s) with some of these non-negotiable likes:
-animal collective
-space and cosmos
-hummus and carrots
-miranda july
-white wine
-bill murray
-the office
-porch picnics
-awkward photo opts
-late night facial masque parties
-james brown

Sunday, September 27, 2009


Inez and flippin Vindooh killed it (again), son. Sickkkkkk editorial.
Some highlights being our chubby 80's-stuck tourists in flourescents, the invisible man in the sitting chair, the universal deerhoof pose, and the betty candy bar.

Friday, September 25, 2009


psuedo screenames:

Thursday, September 24, 2009



dis be funny.


it's okay to be:
a. lonely
b. sensitive
c. confused
d. happy

in dreams.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

butcher bangs.

-----------> i think maybe they forgot that chubby is cute.

14 random jolts of memory:

1 a little piece snuck in.
2 who's taking me out for supper?
3 attic lights.
4 oslo
5 sunday surprises.
6 my name is not moe.
7 poopularity.
8 burp>fart
9 losing track of what happened tomorrow.
10 my halo is strange.
11 tippy toes in a crowded highway.
12 uncle moses' salt and pepper mustache.
13 i'll find the here, you find the now.
14 cozy eats.

this is a cure for the occasional writer's block.

to do:

// all the things outside of me = "visually appealing"
// indoor garden//secret spot outdoor garden
// carry my 35 everywhere i bend a limb
// knick knack making of routinized
// morning jog = midnight slob
// guitar, guitar, guitar, etc.
// give the curls a whirl
// document

add to the wishlist.

for when you sleep.

Monday, September 21, 2009

tall enough.

beautiful people:

---------> please watch.
then listen to: all the flowers

wish list cont.

// a steamer
// an easel
// more color in my wardrobe
8/16mm film
// a vintage sailor hat
// floral wall paper; lot's of it
// jade or eggplant fixtures
// logos on vinyl
// another copy of grey gardens
// those mouth watering
tj truffles
// less hair and then on some days more hair
// a copy of sputnik sweetheart

good morning.



Thursday, September 17, 2009

handsome city.

The Colbert ReportMon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c
The Flaming Lips - Convinced of the Hex
Colbert Report Full EpisodesPolitical HumorHealth Care Protests

p.s. enitre albums on streamingggg.

dark chocolate and pistachio.

Would someone please be so kind and shimmy me one of these?

sniffle reports.

impromptu ATP jam session w/ superhuman bradford
oh and this.
herrooooo oct. 15th

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


"To launch this project, Beck aimed low, choosing a little-known cult record called The Velvet Underground & Nico. Seriously though, it's a ballsy move but a smart one-- icons, after all, wear fawning worship well, and I'm much more skeptical about his in-progress follow-up pick, Leonard Cohen's Songs of Leonard Cohen. The roster for VU & Nico features frequent co-conspirator Nigel Godrich, members of Beck's touring band and "Introducing Thorunn Magnusdottir as Nico." Oh, and Beck's bro-in-law Giovanni Ribisi, who the singer claims is 'a virtuoso of just shredding.'"

------->Okay so now Giovanni plays music. Where's Beck been hiding him? Maybe I'm the last to know, but I knew there was more to my admiration than just his imdb log and those sleepy eyes.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

words in learning.

this just in:

lusting after a boyish body isn't making my boobs any smaller.
a friend brought to my attention that coveting after things you don't have usually end in you not having them. in my case if i were to happen upon this item of lust-- i'd wake up with a boy body.
simply put, but oddly eye opening. a couple buttons too.

say hi to the ladies, they're suffering from owner neglect.

good night and good luck.

distinctive voices in film that warm my ears:

  • fred savage
  • woody allen
  • zelda rubinstein
  • tracy morgan
  • morgan freeman (syke)
  • capote
  • christopher walken
  • allison janney

stay tuned.


while you wait for the others

Thursday, September 10, 2009


Talking Heads rehearsal at The Kitchen, 1976


Monday, September 7, 2009


Some nebulas look like vaginas. Did 7 o'clock call you bored, too? He's blabbing.

daily dosage.

"It's funny cause when I looked in that mirror I felt pretty, but when I looked in that mirror it made me a liar"

Mirror is to fable as
these is to covetous thoughts

wasted words.

I think maybe I'm back.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

wish list:

// better speakers, ear phones (not buds)
// macbook pronto
// certificate to trader joes
// raspberries
// smaller boobies
// a pen pal
// + 3 inches
// a bunny
// picnics for breakfast
// bump into miranda

Thursday, August 27, 2009

dear diary V.

june 20 1977
dear t,
I thought about your book idea and I'm trying not to intertwine my constant blushing in our story. I guess a kind thank you will have to suffice, but might I add that yes, yes I want to write a collaborative with you.

This is what I have so far:
"Clark called Sally, Sal.

Sally hated when anyone called her "Sal" except for Clark. Sally loved Clark.
Clark neither had anything bad to say about Sal, nor anything good to say about Sal. Sal was just this colleague of his who he frankly found quite homely and quite average.

Sally constantly thought of Clark in scenarios. Clark getting punched in the face. Clark being ignored. Clark hugging her for too long. Clark licking an ice cream cone on a bench. Clark playing basketball, and playing pretty poorly. Clark shaving. Clark planting. Clark listening to The Velvet Underground with his windows down. Clark playing the drums. Clark picking his nose. Clark stubbing his toe. Clark kissing the nape of her neck. Clark in her kitchen eating her Grandmother's apple pie."

Okay now your turn.

Hope to hear from you soon.


june 22, 1977
dear m,
The weather's been pretty crap the past few days, but things always seem to brighten up when I open my mailbox and there's you. I won't make this letter soggy with all of my aimless remarks so I'll just jump right into adding to our story:

"The thought of Sal never encompassed his mind. The only time he ever thought of Sal was when he was too lazy at work to get up and pour himself some coffee. Sal's cubicle was practically in the kitchen so he'd think of ways to ask her to pour him a cup and bring it to him without seeming like a complete jerk. He never would ask.

Sally woke up at 6am every morning, brushed her teeth with special whitening toothpaste thinking possibly they'd glisten when she'd talk. She coordinated her outfits with colors he wore frequently, grey's, blue's, green's, and orange's. She parked three cars in front of his so that when he arrived he'd see her just a few steps ahead of him in his favorite shade of emarld green draped around her.

Clark woke up at 8am every morning. Sometimes he'd brush his teeth, sometimes he wouldn't. He often thought the point of taking time to getting ready was a bit of a loss considering he was unnoticed and unattractive. He wore the same outfits every week, just simply rotating them according to his mood. Like clockwork he'd arrive to work right behind that homely Sal and it always made him feel kind of sure of himself-- prompt and punctual even."

Hopefully poor Sal catches her break, but I suppose that's up to you.


dear diary IV.

march 11, 2008
dear diary,

it's not easy being green.
i set up two pictures in a corner in the warehouse that eerily resemble us in my mind today. maybe it'll counteract how, ya know, delusional i am when staring at you, being around you, etc. well a figurative you. not you-- you're paper.

why do people do that? why do we use our belongings in this specific way to figure out what's going on in our own heads? it seems kinda like this adverse way of being invasive with things that can't, like, get all offended or something. our tangible items that don't display any type of brain power. these things that can only sit where we place them until we're ready to pick them up again, to then place them down again for them to just sit and collect dust for us to continue the cycle. ughhh why am i discussing my inhabitable craving for your eyes to just maybe hit my glance instead of only swimming in my train of thought, with sheets of bound paper? i couldn't tell you (the figurative you), but i guess i could tell me (which i suppose is you too, diary) but only if it's written in here because it's only possible for me to, ya know, get a better understanding of myself if i discuss my ideals on paper.
so pathetic.

anyway you're over there completely entranced by everything else but moi and it's all, like, getting to me and stufffffffff.
gosh, i must only make sense to myself and sixteen year old girls.


Tuesday, August 25, 2009

catch 22ish

Taking a step back in the right direction. If it were possible to melt the possibilities instead of weighing them I think my head would feel a lot lighter, but here's to filling in the blanks.
With all of those echoes you can't possibly get anything done.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Thursday, August 13, 2009


Brooklyn bound.