Saturday, February 28, 2009

So Thursday night Kate and Sascha and I all went to see Gowns play at the Echo Curio and they were fucking awesome. Seriously, if you don't know about them, check it out. Also, Erika, the lead singer is my new favorite musician. She is a badass. Then Friday night I went out to Mtn. Bar, and it was pleasant but everyone seem stressed, zonked, or totally exhausted from all the CAA stuff going on this past weekend, so I bailed early and tried to write some of my lonely novel which waits each day patiently for me to work on it. Oh, yes, I do write the fictions, but they are the quiet secret fictions that never see the light of other eyes. Then last night was Brandly's (?)birthday which was tons of fun. Kate and I got crazy on the dance floor and it's official, everyone thinks Sascha and I are the same person, as at some point in any evening someone will mistake one of us for the other. Hey, if I'm going to be confused for anyone I'm glad it's Sascha, she's hawt x 1000.
Speaking of, I normally don't talk about this stuff on the blog cos I fancy myself a feminist and this is an area of contention within the feminist discourse, but I love the fashions. I do, I love clothes. I can't help it and I spend a lot of time reading Vogue and European mags and well, you know. I thrift, yadyadya. And all my working experience outside of publishing is in retail where I slaved for a decade pushing vintage clothes to rich hipsters in various boutiques on both coasts. SO, I leave the debates to the body conscious feminists, respect their opinions and carry on in the same o'l fashion, no pun intended, until the conscious tells me not to.
I am currently really feeling Christy Turlington via 1990 and will remain there until I a wear it out.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Always On My Mind

I stole all of these photos from Athena's abandoned flickr account. I hadn't seen most of them. It made me all warm n gooey inside. I cannot wait to see my great good old friends. The world revolves because of people we feel safe around and trust.
The majority of theses were taken between 04 to 06 and will probably be interesting only to us, so, indulge me.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Fetishize This

The world loves to celebrate and fetishize the tortured, unstable female artist, from Francis Farmer to Sylvia Plath to Marilyn Monroe. We like our women beautiful and tragic. Edie Sedgewick, anyone?
Blegh, seriously world, come to my house, pay my rent, I'm not bad to look at and I'll scream at you if you want.
Valerie Solanis, maybe u were on to something.
ANYWAY I thought rather than join the tea party I'd throw my own. A short concise list of my favorite wackadoodle hotties.
Painting by Vincent Van Gogh, NOT David Sedaris, you pop culture noodles.
ps. I'm forever obsessed with Daniel Johnston, he's just so broken and gorgeous, well he was gorgeous. I saw him play last year and it was just dreamy.
jack off to your fave busted beat down broke apart male artist tonight or whenever to celebrate male mental instability. any genre encouraged, just no architects, those guys are geeks. Y U M M Y.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Ive been feeling like this.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Tampon in a Teacup

So this weekend was lots of fun. I got together with my lady art crit group and we took a field-trip to Irvine to critique Allison and Betsey's work. Both of which was incredible and inspiring. I'm so psyched to be in a school of thought with these women. It's really awesome.
THEN Paula and Daniel had the opening of their first ever curated show. They pulled it off with flying colors and all the artists were amazing. Jamie and Katie's art was super bright and alive and made me feel all happy inside. I'm super proud of Paul and Daniel and know big things are going to happen 4 those sexy Mo's. Jamie's band Milkmonster played and they KILLED it. Nick Lowe also performed, he was funny.
Then I skipped off to JMOCA where Lia had a piece, but when I got there the thing had blown up and turned into a massive party.
Oh Enid, don't hate me. I still love you, I still love Harvey and I'm not leaving this American Splendor or your scratchy record, love lorn nights.