thank you.

thank you grey ant for making a girl that wont wear jeans actually want to.
and for making dresses with cats all over them.
xo

3's company

currently obsessed with:

so good for a store that prides itself on the most basic of basics. although i do have to say that they sell the best tights in the best colors hands down. thanks dov.

sorry for the lower butt shots but its american apparel - it could be alot worse.

super orange!

i really cant get two images out of my head from the diving bell. the first scene is when Jean Dominique Bauby starts to go down under the sea in his diving bell and a woman is sinking down with him with her arms wrapped around his neck and all you really see is the bright yellow of her rain slicker against the deep blue green of the ocean as she tells him she tells him she loves him.

the second is when jean dominique bauby is running down the streets of the religious town early in the morning and this beautiful french song is playing and the sun is just coming up and he stops and looks into a store window at a mary statue that has a blinking light orb.

of course i cant find any images online to show you all but i did find this:

the diving bell

i just finished watching julian schnabels addaptation of the novel the diving bell and the butterfly. i really dont know how i feel about it, the film almost feels like a vague dream that you just woke up from. i cant really figure out if it was inspiring or just plain out depressing. the colors and sounds were really beautiful - but the story was so hard to digest. a really heavy film. i think the idea of living inside of your own body is a bit scary and the imagery used to express himself (being underwater in a diving bell) really took you to a place of great depth. there is something really romantic about the notion of letting yourself sink to the bottom of the ocean and relying on others to let oxygen(life) flow to you. also the idea of finding treasure down there sounds pretty damn swell. oh the imagery.

light brite

all my eagerly awaited anticipated hopes were filled on friday night at the high places/the blow/mirah show. it was alot like an underwater adventure with colors and lights and smoke words about the universe and love and general awesomeness. my eyes and my ears couldnt decide who was happier and then my brain decided it was just plain down right amazing.


high places are my new obsession. not only do they have cats riding skateboards as the background to their myspace page but they are a boy/girl band that use synthisizers, and bells and none of the usual live instruments that go along with what you imagine a band using.



and well the blow. hmm. lets just say that khaela is pretty much the coolest person ever. her set was a mix of stories that led into tangents that somehow set us up for the next song that also involved water bottles and pieces of crinkled up plastic and lights that shone from her to us, the audience letting you know that not only were we here to see her but she was there to see us as well. because of the fact i was previously obsessed with her i know that she is infact an artist of many mediums. there is something really simple and complicated about her that makes everything she does very relatable yet really deep at the same time.


i advise that you check out these two bands if you havent already. they make an sometimes ugly world seem bright. especially if you see them live.

jordan catalano

i recently watched my so called life marathon style until about 5am monday morning. i just have to say that i cant get jordan catalano out of my head. i mean come on he is so dreamy. all i can think about is: combat boots, flannel dresses, red crushed velvet, braids, mismatched plastic earings, purple lipstick, high waisted light wash denim, life withouth cell phones, meeting your friends in the bathrooms, cigarettes, math tests, curfews, oh the drama.
seriously the 90's ruled.

3 days and counting

i can hardly wait.
best band ever.


do it:
http://www.myspace.com/theblowus