You know what I miss? New York City.

God, street art is just so fucking cool. I miss places that have it. Like New York City.

This one lives right across the street from where I used to work:

I have no idea where these ones live, but I like em.

I love you all. If I were with you I'd be throwing paint at you like these men are.

Sober and unkissed

I was thinking about my favorite autumn-time book from when I was little when I was out in the garden picking strawberries. It's called Christopher's Harvest Time, and the way it makes me feel is the way autumn always feels to me.

I don't even mind that when you're not furrowing your brow you look retarded

I'm sure Zoolander had it right, and that male models are a vapid waste of space (or gay, or otherwise not worth my time (i.e. already have gorgeous model girlfriends...)), but they sure as hell are pretty to look at. Gimme one of these boys and I won't even mind if they don't know the difference between "you're" and "your"!

gordon bothe

josh beech

oh p.s. I don't know if any of you read my blog back in the good old days when no one read my blog, so check out this post and try to find sexy little joshy!

OH p.p.s. you guys all rock and make me happy and shit. ALSO I'm reading all the Harry Potter books again which may or may not be good for my health. I've thoroughly decided that the next guy I am with (btdubs I have horrid luck with guys, perhaps because of lists like this...) will be the perfect mix of Fred and George Weasley, will be able to sing, will be taller than me, intelligent and intellectual, have a wonderful sense of style, and will give good massages. 

carrots and cupcakes and blueberries to you all

LOVE ANGELA

p.p.p.s. I'm supposed to be job hunting right now. fuck you blogsphere for distracting me! 

Ramalama bang bang

Let's all stand on our hands.

Sorry for my prolonged absence, I've been busy...all with things that are not helping my unemployed/broke status. But I'm home now and off to job-hunt! Oh joy!!

Also sorry for not giving photo credits. I found the pictures that go together on photo decadent, and the one of the beach on google images...

AND I LOVE YOU ALL.

Sunflowers on grey days

First off, thank you all for leaving such positive and sweet comments- they make me smile without fail.

Secondly, I am going on a little weekend away with my familia tomorrow, so I won't be around the blogosphere for a tad, probably be back Monday.

Now on to the real stuff. 

Although I know that smoking is terribly horrid for your health, and probably is not worth doing, it can be so provocative and sexy. But why?

I smoke because I crave the aesthetic, not the nicotine*. Holding a cigarette in hand can make me feel instantly glamorous, kick-ass, or rebellious. Perhaps this is because of the way cigarettes have been marketed, used in fashion spreads, and tied to the rebellious and glamorous of Hollywood and pop-culture. Maybe it's the sensuality of being able to actually see breaths being breathed. Or it could be the social aspect. Most likely it's a combination of those, and more.

*I'm pretty much just a social smoker, though there have been times when I've been known to light up a cigarette and just walk down the street holding it because I love the way it looks.

Explosion

I've got so many emotions all banging around inside of me that I can't even start to try to figure them out. I think that since there is so much chaos inside of me I have been gravitating towards the simplicity of black and white photography.


by Alexis Hunter


this is how I feel right now. I found it on google and I don't know who took the photo.


by Irina Ionesco


Also by Irina Ionesco

And I know that this isn't technically in black and white, but I like it anyway. By Mateusza Staniewicz.

I was pretty, now I'm a boy

I got a haircut and it's really short and sort of resembles David Bowie or a dyke. Not sure if I really like it or not yet...but it does make me want to dress like a gothic wedding, infused with rock and roll.

Sort of like this:

mixed with this...

and this...

and this...

this too...

and throw a splash of this in...

I once again have to add a disclaimer, because yes, those runway photos are from rodarte, and yes, I did just do a post on how un-inspiring I am finding runway shit. Maybe instead of a disclaimer I will just clarify- some things on the runway I do find brilliant and inspiring- it's the whole culture surrounding fashion that I find rather sickening.

I hope all you lovelies are doing fabulously- I am not, but that is of no matter. Love you all!!

You wear leather, I wear fur

So not only am I completely unreliable for consistent posts, but now I am following one of those trends that I have denounced so many times too! (i.e. look at the last post bitchez) God I'm a fucking hypocrite, but it's sure fun being me!

So I fell for the black lipstick. And can wear it quite comfortably in the comfort of my own home, but where (now that I live OH SO far from New York City) can I bust these bad boys (i.e. my lips (?)) out??!?

Oh bee tee dubs, I didn't actually buy the chanel black lipstick. Dur. I made my own with chapstick and black eyeshadow/liner powder, probs bad for my health, but kickass looking no?