My Halloween lovers. Coat from Heikki Salonen (2008).
Kanye Ballet (because he's all "Highbrow" now)
My brain is burned out from all my Cultural Studies and Communications papers, but here goes… Premise: Phoenix ‘alien’ is unsuccessfully acculturated (enter aesthetically pleasing scene with some Classic/Last Supper/ Ballet break) then some exchange where the girl (who is a bird) tells Kanye that she has to leave, but Kanye whines (she’s a bird, Kanye). Then the...
Origami Cranes and Grainy Photo
And a itsy wishbone thrown in. Again, in real life, I am this pale.
Erm, I’m taking a wee break from school stuffs to point out, that firstly, Spring 2010 was all about cats (Miu Miu), but the literary world has opted to trend frail little critters (or the derogatory term: “rodents”) instead. Case in point, Rakoff and Sedaris both have new books out, and lo and behold: Oh, and Alex Prager’s “Spellbound” for W? Resort...
During the summer, Eliza and I had discussed outfit posts, because we’re blog nerds like that. Outfit posts are totally cool and all, but we tend to prefer candids where the person is totally caught off-guard, or not even aware of the shot; the vibes are just so much more carefree. There are also so many bloggers out there who take an outfit post to the next level, for example, Elizabeth,...
Ok, so, I am in the process of editing photos from a recent shoot, but until then, ummm reading break? All I have been doing is sitting in a fluorescent, poorly ventilated cubicle studying personality and interpersonal relationships. Everytime I open my computer to study lecture slides, it cries. I decided to take a little study break and go book shopping. A book on LAWNS! I mean,...
…back to 2007. Shit, goddamn. The casual/crazy jodhpurs, the colors, the furs. The face paint. Constricted neck. It’s as though a preppy Princeton boy from the 50s collided with the future. Repeat: shit, goddamn.