Listed under Mail Order Bride in some phones (mine, specifically), this ETSY e-store owner has sold her vintage scores to odd nations such as Australia, Singapore and so on and so on. From estate sales to plain out alley robberies, this Tap That ASSparagus owner will stop at nothing to find the most kickass things and will even wear a Bjork swan costume to achieve her goal. 
So my professor was talking about Plato and somehow eventually coerced the class to close our eyes and visualize our ultimate goal in life. I thought for sure I knew what I was going to see. I knew I was going to see myself a successful graphic designer owning a janky warehouse turned art gallery/tea house. 
Last year I met Ethan and Mearii randomly at DTAW. I just remember getting gangbanged with FREE WINE by Mallory into meeting up with her editor at Citizen LA... at an establishment called Puss and Pooch mind you! Next thing you know Kyle and I are all Apliiq-ed up and interviewing Mearii at Royal-T for my LA 150 with Coolhunt.
Well today I was at The Hollywood Bowl to see The Swell Season with all my girlfriends and we were drinking champagne, eating baguettes, cheese, blueberries, grapes and strawberries. We even had plastic wine glasses.
This is the last project I worked on for Cool Hunt and it actually got published in Epicure Magazine It has been a great run and I've learned so much from Cat and Dana, the coolest editors you can ever have.
You might not know, but I used to write... properly commercial mind you. I wrote these articles last year and apparently got published just recently in Self China.
Just because I'm not in Chicago doesn't mean I can't have my own celebratory Blackhawks parade. And YES! I did walk around LA with this beard. WHAT?! Suck my tit!
"What do you want?"
"You know what I want."
"Yes. But I want to hear you say it. All of it."
"I want to sleep with you. Now. Tonight. And at anytime you may care to call me. I want your naked body, your skin, your mouth, your hands. I want you like this--not hysterical with desire--but coldly and consciously--without dignity and regrets--I want you--I have no self-respect to bargain with me and divide me --I want you like an animal, or a cat on a fence, or a whore.
I hate you for what you are, for wanting you, for having to want you. I'm going to fight you--and I'm going to destroy you--and I tell you this as calmly as I told you that I'm a begging animal. I'm going to pray that you can't be destroyed--I tell you this, too--even though I believe nothing and have nothing to pray to. But I will fight to block every step you take. I will fight to tear every change you want away from you. I will hurt you through the only thing that can hurt you--through your work. I will fight to starve you, to strangle you on the thing you won't be able to reach. I have done it to you today--and that is why I shall sleep with you tonight.
I have hurt you today. I'll do it again. I'll come to you whenever I have beaten you--whenever I know that I have hurt you--and I'll let you own me. I want to be owned, not by a lover, but by an adversary who will destroy my victory over him, not with honorable blows, but the the touch of his body on mine. That is what I want of you. That is what I am. You wanted to hear it all. You've heard it. What do you wish to say now?"
"Take off your clothes."
...
"You worked in that quarry when you had the Enright House in you, and many other Enright Houses, and you were drilling granite like a..."
"You're going to weaken in a moment, Dominique, and then you'll regret it tomorrow."
"Yes."
"You're very lovely, Dominique."
"Don't."
"You're lovely."
"Roark, I... I'll still want to destroy you."
"Do you think I would want you if you didn't"
"Roark..."
"Do you want to hear that again? Part of it? I want you, Dominique. I want you. I want you."
"I..."
"No, not yet. You won't say that yet. Go to sleep."
"Here? With you?"
"Here. With me. I'll fix breakfast for you in the morning. Did you know that I fix my own breakfast. You'll like seeing that. Like the work in the quarry. Then you'll go home and think about destroying me. Good night, Dominique."
She did not belong in this room, at this meeting. He could not say why, but the certainty of it was enormous and oppressive. It was not her beauty, it was not her insolent elegance. But something made her an outsider. It was as if they had all been comfortably naked, and a person had entered fully clothed, suddenly making them self-conscious and indecent. Yet she did nothing She sat listening attentively. Once, she leaned back, crossing her legs, and lighted a cigarette. She school the flame off the match with a brusque little jerk of her wrist and she dropped the match into the ash tray; he felt as if that movement of her wrist had tossed the match into all their faces.
It has been a while since I've been on an adventure. The day started with a little text of boredom in a MAC lab and the rest was history. We hit The Shire with a hike up Los Feliz, found a cafe in the middle of the "forest", walked down Vermont and made fun of hipsters while we ate falafel at El Greco, then hit Silverlake for the workout of the year to finish it off with a railway ride on Bunker Hill.
Calabasa
Fuck them Urban Outfitters no good jackers! 
