11.27.2011

wintry mix


Yes, I am obsessive about soundtracking pretty much everything. Enjoy!


i wanna rock & roll all night

but in lieu of partying every day, I'll stick with catching up on "Mad Men" and "Dexter", thanks to Netflix Instant.

Yes, these photos are crap. Mea culpa. It's nigh-on impossible to get a decent shot in the evening darkness with a point-and-shoot indoors, but the likelihood that I am dressed for rock and roll times before 7 pm is quite low. (I mean, c'mon guys, it's a four-day weekend. The likelihood that I am dressed at all before it gets dark is pretty much zero.)

Friday night: My Gold Mask
Leather jacket, Moda; ratty grey t-shirt, long-ago vintage (think like high-school era. I'm going to wear this t-shirt until it falls apart, which might happen any day now, actually.); black velvet skinnies, Uniqlo; boots, Zappos house brand; watch, Nixon; turquoise necklaces, vintage.
I tried to bouffant my hair up for this show. It clearly did not work at all. Dammit.

Saturday night: Radar Eyes, Outer Minds, Nobunny, Bloodshot Bill, Tandoori Knights
Same leather jacket, because leather = rock & roll; silk/wool dress, LAMade; knockoff PS-1 bag,
Target; tall purple socks, American Apparel; same black boots and watch as Friday.

Mmm, High Life. (Nails are some cheap dark navy blue thing layered with Milani gold glitter, because: glitter.)

11.13.2011

sweet tooth

I would commit crimes (maybe not federal crimes, but certainly something north of ticketable misdemeanors) for more counter space in my apartment.

The entirety of my prep space:

is a 17 x 24" rectangle. Does this stop me from deciding to take charge of the Friendsgiving dessert spread and make two tarts and a cake? Of course not. I mean, I can use the windowsill as stopgap storage too!

I would also commit crimes for a dishwasher.

Worth it? WORTH IT.


I have leftovers. Come over.

11.04.2011

black mirror

I swear, when I started the week, I had plans to only go out on two or three nights. Somehow that spun into "every night! good stuff! I'll sleep when I'm dead!", oops.
But you know what? It's always worth it.

Thursday: launch party for Thought You Knew pin-up calendars. Do you bike? Do you like pretty ladies? Do you realize that I am totally applying to be one of the 2013 pin-up girls?

Sweaterdress, H&M; grey leather tote, handmade by A Lady; the comfiest fucking heels in the world, Seychelles.

Friday: First Fridays at the MCA, "The Language of Less". Greyscale is clearly the only way to go for a minimalism-based exhibition, of course.

Cowl-neck sweatshirty thing, Converse; charcoal velvet skinnies, Uniqlo; black watch, Nixon; black boots, Born.

It's worth noting that these might be the last clean clothes in my house. Really. The laundry has overflowed the hamper, spilled across my hallway, and I fear it will soon become sentient and plan its attack. I am a little terrified, but also a little intrigued by the idea of my dresses starting to line up like a body-less army.

11.02.2011

rude boy

Basically, Bobby Darin's roommate are assholes.

Splish splish, I was takin' a bath
Long about a Saturday night
A rub-a-dub, just relaxin' in the tub
Thinkin' everything was alright
Well, I stepped out the tub, put my feet on the floor
I wrapped the towel around me and I
Opened the door, and then I
Splish, splash... I jumped back in the bath.
Well how was I to know there was a party going on?

WELL, FOR STARTERS, YOUR ROOMMATES COULD HAVE TOLD YOU THEY WERE HAVING A PARTY THAT NIGHT.

That's just a basic part of roommate etiquette.
"Hey, Bobby, I'm gonna have like 20 people over on Saturday night about 9:00- we'll probably meet at the bar first and then come over here to dance because that bar is always hella crowded, so can you help me move the couch against the wall? Oh, and also, if you're in the bath, you might want to put pants on before you open the door and walk into the living room."