Friday

East.

Pictures from my week east of the Cascades are coming soon.

Wednesday

Go West.











Ok. So the last picture isn't from "Go West."
But how could I not?
Oh Buster.

Keaton.

Not Diane.
Buster.



I just heard the most amazing radio program about his film, "Go West."
(Pictured above)
How amazing is his outfit?
1/2 cowboy 1/2 mime.

Monday

Jesus.

It always sucks when you have a crush on someone only to find out that they're deeply religious.

Sunday

$$$

I would gladly take anything from Yigal Azrouël's fall 2009 collection.
But this is my favorite. My fucking faaaaaavorite.

Diana.

The style evolution of Diana Ross deserves a close look.





























Powerhouse.

Definitely worth your time.

UW.

Are there still World's Fairs?
I just learned about the 1909 held in Seattle.
The site of the fair is now the University of Washington campus.

Funny side note...apparently each World's Fair ticket had a number printed on it. Every guest of the fair received a gift that corresponded with the number on their ticket. It was kind of like a raffle. They gifted all sorts of things from post cards to loaves of bread.

One year they tried giving away a baby.



.

Wednesday

What?



La première laisse de la Chanson de Roland doit agir en tant que fondement pour le reste du poème. La première laisse est très présente plusieurs éléments importants. Une chose que la première laisse accomplit particulièrement bien crée un sentiment d'unité. L'unité n'est pas juste de créer le langage figuré, mais littéralement avec les mots clés....
Still needs some editing.

Charlemagne is #1 celebrity crush of all time.
Dreamy motherfucker.

Tuesday

Currently.

In desperate need of suede leggings.
Fur collars.
Thick leather shoe laces.
Silver.

Blind Date Birthday.

I tried posting a photo of the opening credits to his film "Muriel" the other day.
Just read this morning that Alan Rensais is releazing a new film called "Les Herbes Folles".
The trailers are pretty great.


Won't let me embed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIgQmcZeJXY&feature=channel

Sunday

Sexy Pumpkin.

Last night...

I pocket dialed almost everyone in my phone. Including Step-Dad.
The vegetable guy called (I retract my 'fuck you')
I dressed as Courtney
And
I drank too much.

Maybe TMI, but I've already puked four times since I woke up.
I hate my life right this second.
I'll probably feel differently tomorrow.

Friday

Roids.



Haven't paid Robert a visit yet.
Next week.

Lifted this from an article in new york time out. Check the one of Marianne Faithful.

News Flash.

I'm not cool.



But this movie is.

Boys.

This song has the best instrumental intro ever. Really stands the test of time.

Bad Kids.

In my dream last night I was a lesbian. Get it?

Texts.

I got two good ones before I woke up this morning.

"sup g thuggin gangsta muggin critters buggin houndogg?"
10/30
8:23am

"G Buddyopolis! Whassup?"
10:30
10:19am

Thursday

Antm.

Don't you love it when Tyra tries to teach the girls a lesson?

Non.



Remember 6 months ago when I was gallivanting around southern France? And I couldn't keep my knees clean?

Yeeeeeah. Slipped my mind toooooo.

German Party Girl.

If you have never heard me do the accent, we aren't friends.
I found this woman's account on flickr, and I feel like she is what german party girl looks like...



A picture of her parents...

Step dad.

We watched old videos of Tracey Morgan talking about getting females pregnant.

Mexican Sports Bar.



or



Pour la fete d'Halloween.
It could be 'de Halloween' because of it's origin.
Starting to think I've lost it.

Tuesday

Martin d'Orgeval.

A photo from the book "Touched by Fire."



It was one of few I could find.
A taxidermy shop in Paris went up in flames in the recent past. d'Orgeval photographed the 'survivors' and compiled his pictures in the book.

Monday

Animals.

I need a fur.

My grandma has a black chubby mink.

Shoes.

Margiela. Quit it.

Sunday

Job.

I have a job now.
Last day of summer is my first day of work.

I have been waiting for this for a year.
My favorite part of the movie will undoubtedly be when Andre says "it's a famine of beauty...it's a famine of beauty."


I guess it's like a consolation prize.
I need some consoling.

Tuesday

What?






AMC is having a good week.

Monday

Mail.

I have a gmail account that I never use.
Spent some quality time with little sis out east recently.

I've started dying my clothes.
I have a visitor coming in on Friday.

Thursday

Skin Suit.

Tomorrow is my last day of class.
There is this girl who sits behind me, and I just can't put my finger on it.
There is something off with her.
I have said many times that the look on her face is that of a girl who just saw a dick for the first time.
But it's more than that.
She could definitely be a serial killer.
I bet she has pet guinea pigs too.
Those things aaaaalways be smellin' like pee.

Religion.

Ok.
I have a bum foot. I fucked it up blahblahblah. The bones are fucked blahblah.

BUT
Step dad was sending me some great texts in the thick of it. Unfortunately I cleaned out my text message in/outbox. I will try and remember. One said something like.

"Pray it better, no go to doctor."

Here are some new ones.

"Do u have tax file?"
8/20/09
9:06am

"sup dawg?'
8/20/09
7:27am

"sup clucky chicken?"
8/18/09
1:44pm

Wednesday

Trash.

I saw a fucking woman two days ago.
She had made a vest out of an old orange plastic bag.
Wearing a pink helmet.
And was picking up trash with a FUCKING metal stick which she had rigged up with a CLAW.

This woman had fucking SELF IDENTIFIED as a SANITATION WORKER.

Pocket dial.

This morning I accidentally called a kid I used to fool around with like five years ago.
He just called back.

Sunday

Travel.

I'm in a bit of a funk.

School is over on Friday.

Quitting the city for two weeks.

Just in case.


I am totally in to this.

Wednesday

Television.

Currently looking for old episodes of 'Murder She Wrote.'
Jessica Fletcher was one hot lady.

Monday

...

There is something so stylish about monogrammed stationary.
I think I would love a set of custom envelopes more than anything in the world.
Recently I thought up this idea about putting all of my clothing in to large envelopes and labeling them. For when I travel next.


Step dad just called.
"I just ate a slice of Pizza!"
"Why are you calling me?"
"To tell you I just ate a slice of Pizza!"
"So. I'm studying. Leave me alone."
"Oh Oh Oh no."
....

Also.


i've been sitting on this for a while.
stole this image from public personae.
awarness & consciousness

La Suite Française.

Found out today it's more than a book. I should have known.

Texts.

"sup paddlin dogg?"
8/3/09
9:34am

"Fwd: Git ur Buggy T Bumper out of bed!"
8/3/09
9:21am

"sup party dogg?"
8/2/09
10:21pm

"sup dig dogg?"
8/2/09
7:33pm

"Fwd: Buggy t Bed Buddy Bumpers git ur bum out of bed!"
8/1/09
6:40pm

Wednesday

La France.

I recently got some pictures developed from a debauched weekend I spent on a tiny island.

For the record, I want to quit Seattle and go back as soon as possible.


























Tuesday

Oh darling.

I have a very dear friend who is great at talking me in to watching shit movies.

Last night we saw Orphan.
Ok.
I went for two reasons.

1. Movie theaters are air conditioned.

2. We decided to sneak alcohol in to the theater.

AND.

I totally called the ending. Fucking remember that when you see the movie.


ALSO.

I remembered today that I'm back in the US and I can watch shit on Hulu again. I've been sitting in my basement watching Ghost Hunters all afternoon.

They're looking for the ghost of an alchemist in Bohemia (it's actually Ghost Hunters International fuckerrrrr).

Just look at these guys. How can I walk away from it?


I have a strange crush on Dave Tango who is a Ghost Investigator/Evidence Analyst (not pictured). He is the spitting image of my second grade boyfriend. History.