Hung up

I have recently become an admirer of the wonderful site Design*Sponge. It's amazing! It is a smorgasbord of DIY delights, and I absolutely love it! The project I'm really itching to work on first is Morgane Rouault's drawer hangers.

I've been searching for an interesting way to create space in my closet and give my room a unique look and I believe I have found my solution in this project.

I will definitely be visiting D*S's website quite often in search of new ideas.

It is just so damn GOOD.

http://www.designspongeonline.com

^^^

If you get the chance, I promise, you will not be disappointed.

You kick the blow...

Laura Marling has such a beautiful voice, is an amazing lyricist, not to mention, she is GORGEOUS.

I think I've developed my first lesbian crush.

Hm.

Can't get you out of my head...

Lately I've had a list of particular songs that I just can't seem to shake myself from humming, singing or tapping my foot to. SO...I thought I'd share them with the rest of the cyber world since I do believe in spreading the love of music. Not to sound like a total chump or anything. Or if anyone cares... Hello?

1. Walking on a Dream - Empire of the Sun

2. In My Chest - Now Now Every Children

3. Black Balloon - The Kills

4. Fell In Love With a Girl - The White Stripes

5. Oscar Wilde - Company of Thieves

6. Black Dirt - Sea Wolf

7. Owner of a Lonely Heart - Grizzly Bear

8. Reject All American - Bikini Kill

9. Ode to LRC - Band of Horses

10. Airships - Metallic Falcons

Yes, please.

I was recently published in Issue 10 of Hoozdo and, I must say, I'm quite thrilled. I feel like a giddy little kid on Christmas Eve. Honestly, it's a ridiculous. BUT, putting my own selfish excitement aside, I strongly urge everyone to go pick up a copy because it is chalked full of wonderfully insightful stories, poetry and artwork.

Hoozdo - Issue 10, October 2009

Detox Day

Watchmen smiley fries. What I would do for some smiley fries right now. It's the first day of a three day fruit detox diet. Nothing but fruit and/or sugar free protein shakes during the day, then for dinner it's strictly salad (no starchy vegetables allowed) with a lemon/olive oil dressing. 

It's going to be a long three days but I need to clean out my system and get healthy again. 

This should be fun.

"If you've never been in a dumpster coated with industrial waste while someone stabs you with a piece of sharpened rebar, then you probably wouldn't understand." - Andrew Warner (Breathers: A Zombie's Lament)

Park It In the Garage

Had loads of fun taking these in Old Glendale. Samm looks like a badass in her leather jacket and sleeveless mini. I feel like I should be in England with my blazer. 

My Father's Abhorrent Proclivities

1. You are an obsequious neophyte.

2. It is the bane of my existence.

3. I am a font of useless knowledge.

4. I could eat the crotch out of a dead horse, I'm so hungry.

5. You fuckin' whore.

6. Better to remain silent and thought of a fool than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt.

7. I've had about enough of you and your latent blather.

8. What do you think of the rectum as a hole?

9. I don't chew my cabbage twice.

10. You stickin' with that story?

Happy Campers

Jesse with his fish, and me with my cigarette on Father's Day weekend.

Some days...

I just want to take a big fat dump on everyone that has been shitting on me for the past year.

lazy days

Even though I look like a total bum in this picture, like I am, I'm quite pleased at how long my hair is getting.

Familiar feelings...

yeahhh...

Wah Wah

(one of my favorite pictures of my little brother, about three years ago.)

Look in my Book

Well, not MY book. But Look Book in general. I love LB. How come I never see people dressed like this in Glendale?

Brown Paper Bag That Shit

One of my favorite DIY's yet? I think so.

Circa 1976

Travis Bickle: "the idea had been growing in my brain for some time: TRUE force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again."

The first time I saw this movie I thought, "I should be a taxi driver. I should observe all of the weird fares that get in and out of my cab and write a short story about each one of their lives." I still really want to.

Ghetto love

Brody Dalle is definitely one of my heroes. Not to mention she's one of my favorite fashion icons.

Bombs away.

(Lancaster Bombs by Metropolis)

Today has been a pretty good day so far. Woke up at a decent hour and drove down to the West Gate area to do a little job hunting.

There were a few good opportunities that presented themselves. It's a lovely day outside.

I think I might ride my bike down to the park for a little while. It's too nice out to be stuck inside.

Here's to you, old friend.

Recently I've discovered that life is one big numbers game. You create all sorts of online accountsso that you can add as many friends as fast as your little finger can click the mouse. Facebook, Myspace,Twitter, Livejournal, Tumblr, Blogspot; all of these are just vices to which we revolve our lives around. We're so focused on updating our accounts and collecting online friends, or uploading our music and pouringour hearts into our blogs. And in the midst of it all, we forget what it's like to actually be apart of this great, big, tangible world. Go hang out with your friends instead of instant messaging them. Go stand on a street corner and be heard if you're an aspiring musician. Have a relationship with a real person instead of your blog. In the 21st century, the idea that the only way to be successful, or popular, or heard is through the infamousworld wide web...is just plain sad. Over time we may have more cyber friends, followers, and comments. But we will also have forgotten how to interact with people face to face. I'm not ready for the world to be taken over by the internet. As of tomorrow, I'm going to start fresh. No moreMyspace, Tumblr, Twitter, and Livejournal. The one condition is that I will keep this blog for updates onhow this little experiment is going. I'm tired of wasting countless hours of the day sitting on my ass infront of a computer. I'm going to go live my fucking life. For once. Cheers.

-S.

a first of firsts

After pretty much every single person I know had told me they'd been to First Friday's, I decided it was time I check it out. Quite interesting. To be honest, the art was ok. I enjoyed watching the people much more than the art itself. I managed to catch a few musical performances while roaming the streets. My favorite was a young man with huge, thick glasses in a green t-shirt playing a bunch of acoustic covers. His cover of Wonderwall by Oasis was down right amazing.
I couldn't really pay attention to much besides that. The whole night I had been breaking in my new vintage Galliano oxford-style heels. I now have blisters the size of nickels.
All in all, t'was a good night.

I want, I want...

"I want to be a lost poem in a stranger's coat pocket, that conveys the importance of you.
To assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams.
I want all the possibilities of you in writing.
I want to give you your reflection, I want your eyes on me,
I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there, and I want everything before you
......everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me.
I want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone.
I want, I want so much... I'm breathless.
I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so I can sew it.
I want my words to scream through you.
I want the poem not to mean that much.
And I want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what I mean.
I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close, I want endless days when it's day and...
nighttime never to end when it's night.
I want all the seasons in one day.
I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us.
I want water up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain, up to our ankles with holes in our shoes....with holes in our shoes.
I want to think your thoughts because they're mine.
I want only what's urgent with you.
I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be a tough guy when you're supposed to,
like you do already....when you're supposed to.
And I want you to be tender, like you do already.
And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important.
And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us.
I want to forget.
I want to remember us.
And when you say you love me I don't want to think you really mean New York City,
and all the funwe have in it.
And I want your smile always, and your grimaces too.
I want your scar on my lips, and I want your disappointments in my heart.
I want your strength in my soul and I want your soul in my eyes.
I want to believe everything you say, and I do.
And I want you to tell me what's best when I don't know.
And when you're lost I want to find you.
And when you're weary I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams.
I want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us... and..."
-Chelsea Walls

One of my all time favorites.

Oxford coma

Samm and I were roaming around Old Town Glendale yesterday, when she suggested we visit Matilda's Vintage Closet. I had never been, but I can honestly say it is my new favorite boutique in this forsaken wasteland.
More importantly, I fell completely in love with a pair of faded black, oxford style Galliano heels.
They are amazing and they will be mine.

jason schwartzman..

Triple threat: scruff, well dressed, musically inclined.

This man is delicious.

Bang.

Lately I just want to go crazy. Jump and break things and scream at the top of my lungs. But instead I just drink my coffee and smoke my cigarettes and keep it buried. For now that's all I can do I guess.

A shopping spree at Frances would be amazing, too.

Child's play

He chased me through the rain, 'Honey, I'm going your way.' I don't think so. You can chase me through the rain, Scream my name, a childish game, But I love to be young. And honey I was never gonna change, And honey you are never gonna change, But you love, don't you love it that way. Old stone, Ten thousand years and you're still on your own. Don't you love, But you love it that way. And if you swear that you're alright, I'm not gonna try and change your mind. Cause the same night I dream that I lose you I'll fall in love And oh honey don't let me walk away from this If I'm trying to fuck up my own life, Then until I figure out why, I think it's best you keep your distance Lest I fall in love. Old stone, Ten thousands years and you're still on your own. But you love, Don't you love it that way. He chased me through the rain. 'Honey I'm going your way.' I don't think so. You can chase me through the rain, Scream my name, a childish game, But I love to be young

- Old Stone by Laura Marling

Well...that just about said it all.

Mildly morose today.

Fuckyeah, acid wash

(Leah: Steve Madden heels, Cheap Monday acid wash jeans, black v-neck and jewelry from Forever 21) (Samm: White tank and black oxford style heels from Forever 21, leggings, hand made necklace)

Like I said, I did happen to miss the wonderful 500 Days of Summer with Samm and Leah. However, on the brighter side, they managed to snap a couple of really good photos during the day. I couldn't resist in putting them up, because they both looked fabulous. Pretty sick.

True Romance

I love this.

Sometimes I wish I was gutsy enough to dred my hair.

But then I think...nah.

I'll just admire that one from afar.

1,2,3,4

I was supposed to be seeing 500 Days of Summer with Leah and Samm tonight. Instead this is what I've been doing. Making asinine picture cubes of myself. What am I doing with my life??

-S.

Rage

"I hate it when a guy tries to flirt with you and you smell like sweat and you’re wearing the shirt you slept in and haven’t seen your hair in the mirror and not only that, but you’re not even interested, but someone is giving you this smile like the entire day was devoted to you. And even then, I’m like no thank you, not today, not tomorrow, I just want to go now. Only I’m not sure which way I’m going or if it’s taking me anywhere at all."

Cheap and cheerful

It's a good day for coffee, smokes, and the Kills.

Generally specific

I decided to hell with it, and took normal, shit quality pictures with my web cam. I am absolutely in love with my new necklace. I'm going to make this a regular thing, I think. Finding D.I.Y. projects that really pique my interest and, well...doing them myself.

Sounds spectacular.

I'm tired today.

Hopefully Samm and Leah get here soon with my coffee.

My friends are awesome.

-S.

D.I.Y.

So tonight I stumbled upon one of the most creative D.I.Y. projects I've ever seen. A fellow blogger by the name of Lady Smaggle tends to go through leggings and stockings quite frequently, and after the demise of her favorite pair of yellow leggings she decided to do something creative with them. So she cut them up and made one of the most badass necklaces I've ever seen!

I thought this was such a great idea and decided to make my own!

Unfortunately, my camera isn't working so I can't take a picture. But I will once I get the chance!

Regardless, you should check it out and make your own. It is now and officially one of my favorite accessories.

www.smagglestyle.com

Oh yes

I finally got my hands on a new composition book! I'm so excited. Basically I've been writing in these things since the 7th grade. In the span of 7 years I have filled 8 books. A fact I'm quite proud of. And now I am about to embark on my 9th literary adventure. Cheers.

Among other things.

Lately I can't get a certain thought out of my head...
Mainly it's the fact that most people could care less about the way they're dressing themselves.
It seems like nobody puts time and energy into what they wear anymore. And it's not about being hip or trendy. It's about presenting a strong, confident personal image.
When a person feels good about how they present themselves to others they are bound to be successful in life. What is so wrong about throwing a little creativity into the picture?
Now, when a person actually cares about what they're wearing and gets slapped with labels like "vain" and "materialistic"... I have a SERIOUS problem with that. You do not have to be rich in order to dress decently, first of all, so that accusation is complete crap.
Second, if certain people want to wear mass produced generic clothing and blend in with the rest of the world, then by all means, be my guest.
But do not criticize the few confident people who are bold enough to be unique and stand out in this world.

That was my little rant for the day.
Now if you'll excuse me, there is a 3 cheese quesadilla with pico calling my name.

Park it

I've been looking for a comfy new shirt to lounge around in, and I finally found one! I came across my new recycled Urban shirt at a place called New to You..I was there selling some jewelry (go figure).
They go great with a pair of leggings, I'm quite happy about it.
Today has been alright.

Sterling

Etsy seller OctopusMe makes THE coolest jewelry out of octopus tentacles. Genius. I would love to have this ring. Gah!

Samm Wild:

"don't turn your back on the world, take back what it owes you."

(the quiet revolution has amazing artwork. check them out.)

Wheelin' & dealin'

Today after doing a little online job hunting, I've decided I need a pick me up for some fast cash. Samm and I are going to head to Zia's then Buffalo Exchange to sell some shtuff.

Steady pay is nice, but I'll always be a gypsy at heart.

They've got great style anyway ;)

It started with a couch.

It's almost two o'clock in the morning, and I should be asleep. Instead my ass is planted on my dad's Italian leather couch.

It's nice when you first sit down. Cold and refreshing. But like everything in Arizona, the feeling quickly melts away with body heat.

My legs are now tightly suctioned to the leather. Quite an uncomfortable feeling I might add.

Today was productive. Got a new slouchy tan sweater from Old Navy, surprisingly.

Bargain shopping at it's finest.