ELLE Flat

Did I mention I can't charcoal basic shadows for the life of me?

In my failed attempt at femininity and basic shadows, I put on my Le Jean on Jean combo with my salvo gramps cardigan and my riding boots and head on over to ELLE FLAT! (yay for androgyny)

Trader Joe's was a major upgrade for me especially for a poor college student. And to kick things off with this unvalidated claim for poshness...

Zinfandel Vino et Havarti Fromage

And after rummaging through the wine cellar by country, we headed on over to this ginormous used book store next to Joe's. Immediately I found myself glued to the Classic Lit section and buying two Bronte or shall I say Belle novels. How fitting for Heathcliff!

And where doth S be? In the Food section! Where books on wine and cheese and fluffy French things run a muck along with the Italians and the Spaniards!

thats so UNbetty friedan!

As a woman, I fail at femininity.


With the couture shows wrapping in Paris, I've convinced myself that I will have a go at toe nail painting and attempt to exude at least more than an ounce of GIRLYness within me. I failed epically. I could not, for the life of me, perform what seem to come naturally among girls.

I admit I lack the finesse that women possess when it comes to the beauty department... you know... putting war paint on their faces to attack men.

I suppose I'm just not into that whole daily regiment of face cleansing and hair combing. And why should I? My skin is so clear it looks Korean and my hair is so short... what the hell are those brush things anyway! Combing and drying and styling and face painting and everything else normal women do in the bathroom literally take an hour or 3. What the hell!!! I could still be sleeping! Or eating breakfast! Or vandalizing my neighbor's window! So many possibilities!!!

So the ultimate answer to the question "Where is your vanity bag?" is...

I HATE BEAUTY!

Coachella '10

They've just announced the line for this year!

L'Uomo Milan

Random Dude at Pitti

Prada

Dolce & Gabbana #1

Bottega Veneta
Howard Roark

My wisdom is crowning. So I illustrate to fuck the pain away. I wish I was in Milan for Men's FW!

Horchata on Film

Could not find my battery charger so I went and bought myself two disposable cameras.
I couldn't help but think that this man, this beautiful man, this man with the most clearest of eyes, singing thee most awesome songs got to rub elbows with Sasha Pivovarova.

Lazy Blogger!

A Week in 2009

SUMMARY: GET NERDY!

SWEATER OLYMPICS HIGHLIGHTS

drA nk bears for NYE
... to be continued

Note to Self...

I don't feel like having structure in my life just yet.

Be financially unstable
Wait tables
Odd jobs
Shitty apartments
Travel
BE YOUNG!

...inevitably I will be PO Bayla of the LAPD.

From now, 3 (maybe 5) years will be enough to lolligag in this young life.

At least then I'll be able to arrest people for visually assaulting me

Labor and Delivery

So yesterday I was supposed to go to Fingerprints for Band of Skull's free show. Instead of raging at Emma's kick ass bass skills... I gave birth.


So all I was expecting to do was drive to the hospital and wait for the husby. Instead the nurse Sarah Palin cornered me to hold the head and the legs! JESUS! I did not sign up for that!!! Somehow I found the situation HILARIOUS! So I'm there trying my best to hold my laugh in between pushes... graphic and all...

I pass out for 2 seconds and there went Kennedy.

NO EPIDURAL REQUIRED

Anyway...
So I'm here freeloading off of the wifi wearing my sister's hospital gown and walking around the hallway saying "I just gave birth" and shocking the shit out of people. It's pretty funny!

...the gown, by the way, makes a pretty interesting dress when draped properly! (its already in my purse. i'm sure torrance wont miss a little blue gown...)

Nosaj Random

"Im drinking red stripe on a roof top"
"I'm standing next to flying lotus? This is so LA."

"Hey! ESKMO is sexy!"

So there went my Sunday. Randomly decided at the last minute. This Nosaj kid was pretty good I have to admit. I was unable to capture it in picture as I was much too busy recording for V. Who by the way tried to get us killed by NOT wearing anything!!!

Missing Since....

Feist and Beck and Skip Spence

Record Club: Skip Spence "Weighted Down" from Beck Hansen on Vimeo.

I cried for joy when Cat txtd me specifically about this. It has been forever since I've heard of anything new from my main girl!

Ps...
Did I mention I've been sick with NOT the Ebola for the past 3 days! My German connect told me to drink Gin and Tonic in my emaciated state! I think thats one of the best cure advise since Mallory told me to "DRINK TEA BITCH!"

Gurl! You Ghetto!

I received the text 2 hours prior. Only two words mattered: Likke Li and Echoplex. Had I known it was a USC event, I would have thrown a fit. Thank the beer gods Pabst was present.

Hipsters and Pee Wee Herman

V

Mary

Hjerling
Pabst

Not as Fancy as My Pants...

"HEEEEEEY!" -Drunk Girl

Likke Li and Wu Tang

Self Explanatory

YES!

He has soft hair

Vandalism

The Brite Spot
Shopping at 2am

I love you

Today I sent a massive text message telling my friends I love them.

Half of them thought I was drunk and the other on my death bed. But they all said I love you.

Haha! I love my friends.

And I love you too.

Hotter Shots!

Ok so I did this shoot for Sweets for The Soul with KP in Atwater. I REAAAALLY like her special brownies!

PS...
That sure cover is ridiculous-- not in a good way!
The text should be "How NOT To Look Like A Fierce Gay Tranny When You Are A Woman!"

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She said...

The stage is really set for tragedy

...something something about men and women being incoherently polar opposites

Then I said...

I disagree

... Someone is always made for somebody something something about being made just for one person and one person only. But the tragedy lies in never finding that person. The tragedy lies in something something about accepting what lies before you. The tragedy lies in something something about willing yourself to be happy.

I wish i remember what I said.

It was a rather.... hazy conversation.