Thursday, July 30, 2009


Best birthday ever.

self-slashed leggings, glasses+tshirt are vintage, boots are Aldo.

Thursday, July 23, 2009


This is my uniform.


Let’s be adults about this.
You can’t honestly tell me that you don’t have “internet friends”. If you had the internet when you were 13, you absolutely have an “internet friend”. But you see, I’m not like you. I openly talk about them as if they were real-life. “My internet friend _____ has those shoes!” or “You remind me so much of my internet friend ______.” I simply refuse to be ashamed that I have soulmates in other provinces, in other countries, in other continents.

I must admit though, I have a favorite. Her name is Martha and she lives on the other side of the country. Girl has wicked style. She’s a fucking inspiration. We’ve been e-pals for about 7 years. And she’s flying down for my motherfucking birthday. I'm picking her up in 4 hours.



Sunday, July 19, 2009


Last night, we chased the storm. We stood in the rain and ate catfish fingers and sweet potato fries, watching the lightning.
A cute boy let me borrow his Dr. Martens Air Wair book.
My cats are ill, and because I'm all about stigmata, I'm starting to feel it, too.
Yesterday I bought a silver leather jacket.
I have about 24 hours to find an Indian headdress.
but all I want to do is climb trees.

The little one was my cousins skating costume from 93. The bigger, more pimpin' one, my girlfriend and I "made" last summer. But it was eaten by kittens.

The hunt is on.

Sunday, May 31, 2009


I went to Peaches a few nights ago.

I saw a lot of really well dressed people that I photographed with my mind-camera. It's hip to hate your city, but sometimes I see such good looking, juicy personalities in big heels or wearing chic faux hawks. The skinniest bitch wearing lace tights and a black bodycon mini dress. Black and gold leggings. Daisy chains. A girl I did child-acting with was wearing a little Indian headdress she had made herself. A girl with boy short fire-engine-red hair wore fakes on her bottom lashes, white on her waterline and shoes almost as monstorous as mine, stood in front of us for most of the show. It was too loud to tell her she looked stunning. and that I wanted to be her friend.

Friday, May 22, 2009


My little sister says that Noah set sail without waiting for the unicorns. I am outraged. What an asshole. I take it the same thing happened with pegasi...

Oh boy, do I love this picture. I feel like I've swallowed live butterflies, I'm so in love with it.
Because in the heart of the ghetto, you'll see homeless couples making out, peep shows for a penny, crumbling buildings, needles and gloves in the gutter. And then, the prettiest brick wall in all the land. And of course, me looking like a bat.

My jacket is by Lady Dutch. Hood not included.

Sunday, April 12, 2009


I'm seeing Fucked Up tonight. If I wasn't so small, and if I wasn't planning on wearing these shoes, I'd get right up there and pray I'd get blood on me. Because that's just the kind of girl I am. Take me home to your mom. I have a Hannah Montana temporary tattoo on my right breast, pink hair and holes in my jeans.
Oh yeah. Restrain yourself, fellas.

Thursday, April 9, 2009


Remember when I said that my world still revolves around the Spice Girls?

Well, check out my new boots, kids.

I couldn't resist. They are the last in the city..and I'm probably the only girl without a dick to own them in the city. And only $50.
It's hard to say how often I'll wear them. It's hard to say how much I care. But I've wanted these babies (Literally. They are my children.) since I was like, nine. And while everyone in my life (with the exception of my friend Ashley, who channeled her inner ugly stepsister and squeezed her way into them with glee) despises them and thinks I'm fucking crazy, they complete me.

So whatchya think about that? Now you know how I feel.

Thursday, March 19, 2009


When told "Dress me! Do whatever you want!"...well, it's the same as telling a boy, "Undress me! Do whatever you want!" Holy Hannah Montana, do I get excited. I could have put her in a frilly teal lace 70's number and an Indian headdress a la Weetzie Bat, but I dressed her as me instead. I don't think she's ever worn so much black at once. I wanted to invent a gang sign, and flash it at strangers while saying "dark siyeeeeeeed!"

Please, put down your hands. 'Cause I see you.

photo credit, BDF!