Friday, October 30, 2009

Thursday, October 29, 2009


warhol self, 1977.

"I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. 
Well, actually, I'd like it to say "figment."

everything fleeting, transient, temporary. we may stay, yet as pieces. those pieces may resonate, or they may not. i sometimes see you; i sometimes do not. a nagging feeling, the tip of my tongue. but you stay, oh you stay. 


cannot wait no longer.
vodianova, slimane on vmag.
no.62 preview.  


je t'aime, h&m. 

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

subtle yet effective.
i wouldnt wanna mess with her. not balmain-drama-shoulder-pow, but enough for a girls night out, a sexy date, or if you just wanna look hott.


nerdy-tough. me like. 


Tuesday, October 27, 2009


'the freak show'
shot by wendy bevan.
modeled by sheila marquez.

just in time for halloween. 
goodbye to fangs and blood-red lips for now.
let's do something different. an eerie throwback. 
so different and unexpected it haunts you.
a different kind of fright. one that stays. 
and lingers.


im feelin' feelin' in the prime of my life. cute kid.

This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends.
We were fated to pretend.


Monday, October 26, 2009


alexa, as worn by alex.
nothing is sweeter than wearing a face of your boo.
or huh?

update: i just realised- they have the same pose. lol!


Sunday, October 25, 2009


anna piaggi.
italian vogue creative director for the past 21 years.
lovingly called "the walking museum".
wore hats so tall she had to watch collections from backstage. 
after acclimating one's eyes and seeing it three feet afar, her look swirls and blends all together like an implosive editorial bursting 
with harmonizing colors & patterns. 
(really, try it! three feet! hehe.) 

 what would fashion be without her?
lady gaga, take down notes.
(or actually, don't anymore, please.)


'for the love of god', damien hirst, 2007.

it's been two years, but that image still haunts me (in the best possible way). forensic experts deduced that it used to be the skull of a European male, around 35 years of age at the time of death. Lived 1720-1810.

looking at this, i wonder, "if he had known, while plowing fields, riding horses looking all gallant (or whatever it is that he did then) that his skull was going to turn up covered in diamonds one day (ethically sourced, mind you), which expletives would he say?"

in 3010, when you uncover my skull, just cover me with kick-ass rubies and sapphires, and i promise i won't haunt you.  

p.s. Richard Dorment, an art critic, comments, "If anyone but Hirst had made this curious object, we would be struck by its vulgarity. It looks like the kind of thing Asprey or Harrods might sell to credulous visitors from the oil states with unlimited amounts of money to spend, little taste, and no knowledge of art. I can imagine it gracing the drawing room of some African dictator or Colombian drug baron. But not just anyone made it - Hirst did. Knowing this, we look at it in a different way and realise that in the most brutal, direct way possible, For the Love of God questions something about the morality of art and money."

whaddya think? vulgar? disrespectful? or right-on? 

p.p.s. dorment also brought up an interesting point; why does it have to be made by a world-renowned artist for us to perhaps be more accepting of it? if a couple of college drunks decided to make one, we'd probably be more inclined to see it as desecrating the dead. oh, pretentious art, you confuse me so-but that's why i love you so much. 

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