Monday, August 31, 2009

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.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Familiar feelings...


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?

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Brown Paper Bag That Shit

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

Saturday, August 15, 2009

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.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Ghetto love

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

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

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.

Monday, August 10, 2009

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 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.


Saturday, August 8, 2009

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.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

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.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

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.