10 years ago
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Francesca Lia Block
...next we followed sunset
i see everything different this way
attached to your back
hands on your heart
my view almost through your eyes
the closeness of that dog with his head out the window
those bars where i used to go
your favorite mexican restaurant and the places i once danced
the silver lake glowing black with sea monsters
surrounded by long-necked trees
under an ultraviolet sky
i see everything different this way
attached to your back
hands on your heart
my view almost through your eyes
the closeness of that dog with his head out the window
those bars where i used to go
your favorite mexican restaurant and the places i once danced
the silver lake glowing black with sea monsters
surrounded by long-necked trees
under an ultraviolet sky
Friday, July 2, 2010
Crush: Visible World
Sunlight pouring across your skin, your shadow
flat on the wall.
The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.
You had not expected this,
the bedroom gone white, the astronomical light
pummeling you in a stream of fists.
You raised your hand to your face as if
to hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the light
streamed straight to the bone,
as if you were the small room closed in glass
with every speck of dust illuminated.
The light is no mystery,
the mystery is that there is something to keep the light
from passing through.
Richard Siken
flat on the wall.
The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs.
You had not expected this,
the bedroom gone white, the astronomical light
pummeling you in a stream of fists.
You raised your hand to your face as if
to hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the light
streamed straight to the bone,
as if you were the small room closed in glass
with every speck of dust illuminated.
The light is no mystery,
the mystery is that there is something to keep the light
from passing through.
Richard Siken
Monday, June 28, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Love or Something


"My favorite activities are drinking wine and having sex."
Craig Robinson from StyleLikeU.com from Stylelikeu on Vimeo.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Petrichor
--The smell of earth after rain.
Isn't this pretty? I think I should open a perfume store and name it that.
Isn't this pretty? I think I should open a perfume store and name it that.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Boy
I love this guy sooooo much. He has a kind of endearingly androgynous personality. Funny and Adorable--like I want to hug him forever. Note to Adam: I will marry you--but maybe not for about 10 years? I'm sure I could become a crazy musician for you...besides, I've already cleared my mantel off. (ahhhh, creepy)
adam 12 - PART 1: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.
adam 12 - PART 2: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.
It Aint Nothin
I'm not sure why I really, really like this video. Perhaps because that would be a super fun job? Or that she's adorable and the Weeds guy is in it? Either way it's the perfect mix of stupid and cute.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Good Point
Shit is real, and if you have time you should watch some of the others because those are also real.
This one, for example:
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Wishlist
DANCES OF VICE is the art of nightlife once again revived. The creation of Shien Lee, Dances of Vice began in New York in 2007 as a venue showcasing an exotic melange of art, performance and music influenced by that special time in history, the 1920s and 30s. Since then, it has blossomed to include Victorian and Rococo themed events with a New Romantic flair, attracting a sordidly splendid menagerie of elegant dandies, aesthetes, dreamers and ne'er-do-wells who gather in shared enthusiasm for the music, fashion, culture, and beauty of times forgotten.
(The Creator, Shien Lee)
(The Creator, Shien Lee)









Oh wow, this would be the absolute most amazing club ever. So much fun to be had. I can't imagine how cool it would be just to be there.
Mmmm, also--fire webs!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Leonara Carrington







(born 1917). Carrington burst onto the Surrealist scene in 1936, when, as a precocious nineteen-year-old debutante, she escaped the stultifying demands of her wealthy English family by running away to Paris with her lover Max Ernst. She was immediately championed by Andre Breton, who responded enthusiastically to her fantastical, dark and satirical writing style and her interest in fairy tales and the occult. Her stories were included in Surrealist publications, and her paintings in the Surrealists' exhibitions. After the dramas and tragic separations of the Second World War, Carrington ended up in the 1940s as part of the circle of Surrealist European emigres living in Mexico City. Close friends with Luis Bunuel, Benjamin Peret, Octavio Paz and a host of both expatriate Surrealists and Mexican modernists, Carrington was at the centre of Mexican cultural life, while still maintaining her European connections.
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