Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Lulus




http://www.lulus.com/products/lorelai-beige-lace-romper/33565.html


bugs





Monday, January 31, 2011

Gotta vag? +Virginia Woolf, pre-rocks-in-pockets

"The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them." ~Mark Twain
http://www.etsy.com/listing/59737811/mark-twain-quote-bottle-necklace-book

Anything may happen when womanhood [ceases] to be a protected occupation..." (Woolf 70).


http://vicestyle.com/en/news/today/post/vulva

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!

the world forgetting by the world forgot.
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
each pray'r accepted and each wish resign'd

Homeless: without a place to go. if you persist on a glass half-full, nowhere you need to be. But that still sounds pointless. Nomadic people are a marvel to me, standing still sounds resolute.

Hello, San Franceesco.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Sophomore: Sem III Bard

Before I ship out to sunny ess eff...

Friday, November 12, 2010

Saw Thurston Moore and Chris Corsano

In the chapel last night.
Thats about all I can say of it.

And motivation to catalogue arises.

PETER BESTE
There are people in Houston who wear grills, listen to horrorcore, get “roasted” on cough-syrup-soda. Who are they? A “misrepresented group of individuals who live on the outskirts – both physically and ideologically,” apparently. Photographer Peter Beste tells us more about his project, Houston Rap, an honest, gritty and compassionate comment on an infamous sub-culture.

Also, his stuff on Norweigian Death Metal (published via vice books in 2008)
http://www.peterbeste.com/home/index.php?/photography/houston-i/

MAISIE BROADHEAD
Each photograph is a modern day re-interpretation of a historical painting where jewellery is at the centre of the image’s meaning. The photographs have accompanying jewellery that act as key props within each of the images




SANDY KIM
http://lovebryan.com/sandy/author/sandy

Thursday, October 28, 2010

the paths curve
with no direct root
but breeding wistful minds.
Around each corner
a playful backside to the building
a scarf hung on the swing
changing shape in the wind
effortless clinging

the leaves' color, time delivers us to orange from yellow from green
Happiness made may usher you to the cold
until winter will extinguish any facade I assume
leaving me with the missing you.