Every year, the city puts on a three-day, free hippie festival (sadly, no indentured hippie festivals). And much as the locals moan and groan about the lines, the crowds and the expensive beer, somehow, we all find ourselves there all three days.
Tonight found me watching my friends' bands...
The Wet Darlings. This photo is meant to illustrate how my sensitivity to volume impairs my ability to take good photos of bands.
Wondering how long these Christmas deer have been stuck up in the tree...
Style-stalking unsuspecting people on the sly...
And trying on rad hairpieces. Inspired Wire has a million out-there, beautiful hairpieces. Check 'em out here.
Antlers. Oh, the poise produced by twelve hours of carousing in the sun...
I seem to have a charming effect on children lately; previously, my relationship with children was one of mutual avoidance. However, directly after I shot this photo and was going to my camera to check the results, a little girl broke free from her mother's hand to hug me and say, "I love you." I know. I didn't even have any candy on me.
Dress: thrifted. Shoes: Nine West. Earrings: Target.
I feel weird telling you these stories, because I fear they come off a bit smug...
Smug bitch!
...but really I'm just sharing my utter bewilderment with you. Children love ladies in black, I suppose, and soon, one of you will too! Even though there is no candy in my bag, there is this...
Ta-da! A brand spanking-new iPod Shuffle!
...the prize for this latest contest!! Everything you need to randomly listen to songs that you love (I load mine with gay nightclub music for working out), including the Shuffle itself, earbuds and dock.
2) Post about this contest on your own blog, then leave a comment on this post.
3) Become a follower of this blog, then leave a comment!
You can say anything you want, but I'm hoping your comments will include which album you can't wait to get next, as I'm always looking to expand my repertoire. ;)
You can enter this contest any time between now and July 5, 2009 at 12 pm. The winner will be randomly generated, and posted on or around July 6.
I couldn't say nothing about Michael Jackson, even with the knowledge that every blog will be abuzz about it by the time I hit "publish".
Without a doubt, MJ has left his mark --nay, crater-- on nearly every aspect of popular culture since 1969. People all over the planet loved and were moved by his music (my first impression of Michael Jackson was how frickin' cool he was in the "Billie Jean" video). And he was a boy, then a man, who lived to please through performance.
If you've ever seen The Jacksons: An American Dream, then you have some idea of what a tortured, twisted soul he was. All the fame and money in the world is a poor trade for a lifetime of profound self-hatred and abuse.
I think he did molest those children. And while that puts a big, black "X" over him in my mind (and probably many others' minds), strangely, I almost feel sorry for him that he did.
The audience giveth, and the audience taketh away. While everyone earns their punishment, it is sad that three children watched as their father fell from one of the most beloved figures of our time, to one of the most reviled, spending his remaining years running from one country to the next, while his fortune and name crumbled to dust beneath him.
I hope Michael's kids find a safe and loving place to take them in, where they can be provided the kind of peace and anonymity that masks never could.
I've never been into Harry Potter, but I always rather liked the looks of Emma Watson. I admire that she's never one to cloy, be badass or play sexy (in fact, the one time she did it was off-key). I've been waiting for a magazine to do something wonderful with her, and Teen Vogue finally came through in a sort of Vivienne Westwood Enjoys Some Earl Grey With a Huge Rabbit kind of way.
I'm really loving the heavy, tapestry-style skirts and rich, Dionysian tones. Yep, I said Dionysian. Now they can never say I wasn't high-brow.
Ain't nothin' like a sharp jacket with mountains of tulle.
Must. Aquire. Velvet. Blazer. This girl is charming the dickens out of me. Or should I say Fitzgerald?
I love how the feminine, exaggerated details of the outfit make the leopard tights seem playful, not tarty.
Ah, yes, every girl's fantasy. You ever think that Teen Vogue is not so much a magazine for teens, but a magazine for people that understand (implicitly or no) that young starlets make great Barbie dolls?
Love the natural look, punctuated with a dark lip and brow.
HEY!!
I've got a fantastic contest coming up; the best I've ever had, I might add. Keep your ears pricked (well, eyes peeled, neither sounds too pleasant though)-- I will announce it very soon!
Til then, check out this video (love!) of this song (adore!) that now enjoys a home on my iPod (there's a clue about this contest in that last sentence!).
Taking a moment out of frantically cleaning house in anticipation of a big party we're throwing this weekend. Not for any particular reason, but it does happen to fall on the weekend that summer officially begins. According to the Farmer's Almanac, it's gonna be a hot one.
I thrifted the center picture some time ago, but it always looked weird all alone. Last week, my Sweetay was going through his Granny's old stuff and found 4 matching ones! They depict Revolutionary soldiers and their dress (Colonel of Artillery, American Dragoon, etc.)
Today, I worked way out in the country and had a couple of charming interactions with the people there. On my way out of the store, a little boy grabbed my hand from out of nowhere and pointed up, saying, "Look, look! Do you see the dot in the sky?" I looked and saw. "That's my balloon! I'm sending it to my Mommy. She died." There was no weirdness; the boy was laughing and smiling. "Oh, how sweet of you," I then said. "I'm sure she'll like that very much."
I picked up this plucky pair of unicorns at the countrified thrift today for a mere 50cents.
Soon afterwards, I walked past a barbershop with some guys sitting on the bench outside singing. "Don't quit your day jobs," I joked. Later, they passed me in the car and stopped to serenade me with Boyz II Men's "On Bended Knee".
I am in serious love with these shoes. I don't need anyone to tell me how to get them back the way they used to be, because they're in nearly-new condition.
There's a pond in the backyard of our apartment that has long been neglected. Filled with ancient, decaying detritus and ten thousand other types of gross and with cracks in its lining, we asked our rental company to either restore it or fill it in before it got too hot outside and started to attract mosquitos and flies (yick!).
So, tired of getting no help, we took on the task ourselves. We cleaned out the pond, filled it with fresh water, and treated it to be fish-friendly.
Here I am, letting our fledgling school of comet goldfish free, free, FREE! I've asked around, and pretty much all that needs done is to feed the fish for the first two weeks, and by that time, they'll figure out how to eat the mosquitos off the top of the water.
They can grow to be up to a foot long or so... hopefully they'll end up like these amicable fellows at the Conservatory:
Today found me going to an interview for a Visuals Manager position at a decidedly staid retailer. I felt the occasion called for khaki, even though, after many a taupe tragedy, I've sworn to never wear khaki bottoms again. I've also sworn myself to never wear blue, button-up shirts (sigh, don't ask). What gripped me when I assembled this ensemble under pressure of time yesterday at Target?
Shirt: Target. Skirt: Target. Belt: Thrifted. Shoes: MIA. Bag: Francesca. Earrings: Target. Shades: Found them in my glovebox today.
I've no frickin' clue, but much to my amazement, this was one outfit that I felt really great wearing. I've always been afraid of "normal" clothes, and I always tend towards something "weird", but I liked feeling respectable and casually business-y. Bonus: after the interview, I foraged through F21 and found a bunch of different ways to work this skirt into less straightforwardly work-like attire (aka: funky McAwesome). Stay tuned.
The Wet Darlings. This photo is meant to illustrate how my sensitivity to volume impairs my ability to take good photos of bands.
Antlers. Oh, the poise produced by twelve hours of carousing in the sun...
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