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.