Domesticated II

Today, along with caring for a grown child, I cooked dinner for 10 people. I was freaking out because I've never done that before! But I figured they were Canadian so they wouldn't really care if it tasted legit or not. Well really it was just one dish. My brother in law cooked the other 10 billion dishes.

So instead of learning all things feminine, I was chopping basil and spinach like a ghetto leprechaun.

Basil is your friend

Pasta Verde

It turned out bomb dot com by the way!

But dear Hera to do this everyday for the rest of your life for forever?!

FUCK THAT SHIT!

I am sooooooooooooooo so glad I'm not having toilet babies like TLC!

Domesticated

Today I took care of my nephew and I was scared shitless! I was alone in the apartment with a baby at hand. Zeus HELP ME!!!

What if it cries?
What if it poops?
What if...

In the end I did real fine! I distracted him with skateboarding, Yoohoo and dancing to Thao. I also had him help me do the dishes! Heck yeah child labor!

Yup. That's Riley. He kicks ass!

HANDYMEN and COOKS

I've been cooking a lot lately thanks to MACHEESMO. His blog is really cool and hilarious and it makes you WANT to cook!

Today I attempted the macheesmo nuggets. This is my story.

I went to Albertson's (because I'm too poor to go to Whole Foods or Trader Joe's) and I can not believe I spent 10 dollhairs on a wedge of parm! 10 effin dollhairs!!!

Left over pankos from tater tots + freshly chopped basil (which btdubs is super hard to chop) + grated parm (the legit kind) =

I skipped the snaps of deboning and defatting the chicken because it was GORY!!! Instead these are the nuggets in flour.

The chikkin is in the panko! The chikkin is in the panko!

I went to go prep the oven and realized I killed the flame thing while I was cleaning it the other day. In my oven fail... I tweeted.

• "oh fuck!!! my oven isn't working! great! now google-ing 'how to light a gas oven pilot light' ...should i call a man for this???"
• "ok... im inside the oven...HOW THE FUCK DO I KNOW HOW A PILOT LOOKS LIKE???"
• "FUCK YEAH I LIT THE SHIT AND DIDN'T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! suck on that MEN!!!"

Yes, I tend to be on the profane side when I'm frustrated. Anyway, did my victory dance and that is how a pilot light looks like.

The basil did it! The basil did it!!!

LETS PLAY GOD!

#eternaldamnation
I have single handedly offended 99.99% of the world. Whats my deal right?!

Italian Leather

Chronic-WHAT-cles

READ THIS

Can You Figure It Out?

Who Killed 7th + Spring ?

LETS PLAY GOD

What would it take to create and destroy?
What would it take to create perfection?
What would it take to create the fallen?

Royce Hall has 23 purposely made imperfections. The architect's reason is that only He can create perfect things. Perfect beings.

Allison PURPOSELY made those imperfections.

Had I been the Architect, I would have made it perfect.

It doesn't make me god. Or does it?

WWHowardRoarkD?

Objective: Choose an on going exhibit at the Getty and create a promotional poster.
Exhibit: Soo Kim's Midnight Reykjavik
Mind Set: Monochromatic
GOME: Must have at least 3 colors
Mind Set: Oh crap! I hate colors!

It looks weird and I'm stuck. So I ask myself. What would Howard Roark do?

I destroyed portions of the city and removed the streets! Heil die Kajser!

Initially I just intended to do the poster in photoshop because come on! Its a poster! It needs to be easily reproduced! But Alicia banned me from computers and she also banned from the monochromes!

So now I'm thinking, I'm just going to do exactly what she did and not even think and just finish this damn thing. But then as I was cutting the bulk of the houses and leaving exoskeletons of the city, I realized I'm a fucker for half assing this.

So I looked up the street map of Reykjavik and started from there. Hours and hours and rolls of bandages later, I'm stuck.

So I look up Soo Kim's bio and she's so POMO! I strive to be POMO, Steven Meisel and all, and I ask myself, "What would Howard Roark do?"

He would probably blow up a section of the city and completely replan it. So as I cut and destroy portions of the city, specifically the airport and the streets of the city, I'm thinking... who am I cutting off? Whose life am I ruining by obliterating an alley? And who am I to do such things?


IN OTHER NEWS...
My fingers and my left arm... along with every single muscle in my body is beyond USED!

...till the next one

50's Chic!

Today at PRADA

Bianca Balti walked. Along with Miranda and Doutzen. I wanted to vomit.

Natasha Poly got confused, along with two other models, as they navigated through the maze-like runway. That got me laughing.

Despite one super skank on the runway... I would kill for those dresses!

Color Theory

AQUAMARINE BLUE???

WHAT THE FUCK?!!

The minute I saw Eriksen's replacement, all I could say was "Ewww! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!!! Ewww!!! That thing looks so stupid!!!"

I didn't even think twice about returning it. And so I did, but the Fates are cruel. 'Nothing monochromatic till Friday' said the lady in Magenta Pink.

So until Friday I have to live with this painful Aquamarine reminder that Eriksen is gone.

Eriksen

ERIKSEN
2006-2010
RIP

"Meet Eriksen, my brick phone. He is very consistent in refusing to function as a cellphone. Sometimes I can't hear my conversations, sometimes I'm unable to make calls and sometimes he functions solely as a pager. I love him regardless. He plays my music and that is really all it takes to make me happy. He has 19 complete albums, 3 of which are from Feist and 1 smuggled illegally from New Castle before Contra even came out. So yes, make fun of my antiquated brick phone all you want. I do not care. I also do not care to upgrade to a BBM, even though my contract says it is free. As long as I can hear Yelle rant about explicit French things and tweet about Brittny Moore getting hit by car, I am fine. So that, for you, is Eriksen and I love him all the same." -January 2010

I miss Eriksen terribly. Even in his demise, he managed to play Florence and The Machine.

NYFW

NYFW wrapped yesterday and to be honest I'm kind of glad because it means London, Paris and Milan. Which means seeing my hero Hussein Chalayan, seeing my parents Rei Kawakubo and Karl Lagerfeld and seeing my husband Nicolas Ghesquiere.

Although I have to say that Alexander Wang dominated this season.

Bye bye Bryant Park.

Word Vomit!

I HATE TYPOGRAPHY!

McQueen

You were the Edgy Edwardian in the winter of 2004.

Rest in peace Alexander

American Tools

so far...

I'm such a CREEPER!!!

Google search: Alaskan Collage Artist
fail.
Google search: Alaskan Collage Artist Kate
fail
Google search: Alaskan Collage Artist Katie
http://whatapageturner.wordpress.com/2010/01/28/arting-goes-collage/

I have now stepped into the twilight zone. And here I was thinking this research would go unnoticed. Obviously now I have to leave a comment.

Google search: Lance Letscher, Della Wells, Joseph Cornell, Hannah Hoch, Snowy Day

In conclusion: I am so UNinteresting!

This had me laughing. How fitting for this up coming holiday!

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Eugh! Now I just want to vomit all over my 'collage'. It's so lame! I'm so lame! It's so fake! I'm so fake! Why can't I just be an arTITS!

said M. Blasberg

replied K. Kawakubo

#thoughtsonwinewithcnn

The spell--the heavy, mute spell of the wilderness--that seemed to draw him to its pitiless breast by the awakening of forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions.

J. Conrad

When there is none left; we are all just animals. Fucking like savages. Fighting for life like savages.

(wine + cnn + haiti + food riots = dark dark thoughts)

#thoughtsonwine

If you think, from this prelude, that anything like a romance is preparing for you, reader, you never were more mistaken. Do you anticipate sentiment, and poetry and reverie? Do you expect passion, and stimulus and melodrama? Calm your expectations; reduce them to a lowly standard.

Something real, cool and solid lies before you; something unromantic as Monday morning, when all who have work wake with consciousness that they must rise and betake themselves thereto.

Currer Bell

Such will be mine. Plain as a Catholic's fast on a Friday morn. Or maybe none at all.