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.

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