Dance yrself clean.

I've liked this song for a while now.

EVERYTHING IS FALLING APART.

 Even though it's all going to work out in a few years. Right?

Image from Grunge by Michael Lavine. Seattle, sometime between 83' and 93'.

Clever.

I was in Ryann's bed earlier. Looking like shit, but wearing a kool kimono sweatshirt.

What I've been wearing vs What I will be wearing.

You can say whatever the hell you wan about the jumper I'm posing with in that picture. But It's one of the coolest things I've ever fucking seen in my entire life since I started caring about ladies fashions. Imagine it after I wash it with a packet of black rit dye, and a cup of bleach (separate loads, you idiot). 

Also, I did something this week that I haven't done in almost 20 years. I wore the same outfit 3 times in the same week. The one above. Those pants were blue when I bought them in Nantes 2 years ago. In an attempt to spot bleach them I turned them pink. Happy accident if you ask me. There is also some paint on them. Because I'm artsy, even though I don't do art. 5 year old mens pearl snap and suede booties purchased in Paris. Booya.

A million isn't that much.

If I could take 2 vacations this year I'd do both.

But I can only take one.

Duchamp.

Ryann told me about this today.

R. Rose Selavy is Marcel Duchamp.

Rodarte.

States of Matter opened March 4th and will be on display until June.

Los Angeles anyone?

Good one.

The Loved One.

The Loved One.

 Turning me in to a lingerie girl, nyc.

Yes.

aujourd'hui 25 ans ressemble la fin du monde.

It goes.

Madox
Zahara
Shiloh
Pax
Vivienne
Knox

In case there was some confusion.

Dino Risi.

Would very much like to see Il Sorpasso (The Easy Life).

Seaside, Florida.

My parents got married in Seaside in 1999. I can hardly remember this place.

But even after more than 10 years, I'd love to go back.

Sol LeWitt.

Triangle, 1980

Damnit.

I fucked up the layout and I can't fix it. Save me.

Penny Sparkle.

My sweet new friend dropped this off along with 3 other amazing albums.

Suck.

I've really been liking this song by Jessica Lea Mayfield today. And I will probably like it tomorrow.

Currently.

Image via scalputre

Trying not to stress out over the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. Instead thinking I'm going to do turquoise next time. Since I'm not doing anything productive or creative I'm just going to keep dying my fucking hair.

If you like this.

You'll probs like...

whatisacardigan.blogspot.com

Just some cool girls I know who are really in to ladies fashions.

Texts.

"Ingemar Stenmark?"

3/1

2:59pm

"Ingemar Stenmark, alltime best Swedish skier."

3/1

3:56pm

"doo dop dippity dop!"

3/2

8:54am

"thinkin bout startin a restaurant whats called serious piehole."

5.2

5:36pm

"poopcanal."

5/2

5:42pm

"mommy sleeping, dont call."

3/2

7:05pm

"mad, cause she cant find coat"

5/3

7:46am

{sent in response to "where is mom?"}

"poopbottom babybear!"

5/2

8:06am

"ukin git wit dis or ucan gitwit dat!"

5/4

12:25pm

"oka si oka saw!"

5/4

6:39pm

"Lets git dis Potty started!"

5/5

12:53pm

"b bear make mommy mad!"

5/6

9:13am

"Shiskabob Jones!"

2:31pm

Merci.

Thank you, National Geographic Channel for doing this. The real life "Up" house.

Yes, please.

Lara Stone's lips are currently for sale at Chanel + Colette's pop up shop. If anyone in Paris happens to read this. Please send me a pair.

And, thank you.

!

Oh my goodness.

Wounded Rhymes.

Her new album was gifted to be by a sweet new friend yesterday. It's beautiful. Jerome is my favorite.

Missed connection.

Currently in mourning over the loss of this fantastic jacket on etsy.

Her shop is good too
http://www.etsy.com/shop/VonlenskaVintage

Tea.

I have never been much of a tea drinker, but I must say Harney & Sons beautiful packaging has me thisclose to buying a $26 box of tea.

I started research because I made up a spring/summer cocktail.

This:


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Chilled.

I don't have a name for it yet.
Please do yourself a favor and check out the Harney & Sons website.

Desole.

It's been a while. I've been sans computer, waiting patiently for my new one to arrive.

Which means I've had more time to devote to reading actual books, cleaning, being productive, and writing in a real-time journal.

In one of the books I started reading the author mentioned the story of Sam Hill. A man who built a gorgeous museum in the middle of nowhere (the middle of Washington state to be exact) and it sounded familiar. Turns out I visited the museum when I was 13. It left a really profound impression on me, but I could never remember the name. I would like to visit the Mary Hill Museum this spring.