just to see

enjoying my new camera + ring light + mircophone


i don't care what you see

(ph. via trippple nippples)
They've been described as "masterminds of brain-damage pop".
They are in New York right now. Playing 1,000,001 shows.


seeing spots

(ph. via fashion gone rogue)
Loren Kemp by Andrew Woffinden
The Guardian Weekend

Must invest in polka dots.



1. photos of the models at pre-Alon'Dria runway fitting
2. various things while baking coffee cake
3. me ( + ) dark hair & me ( - ) lots of blood
4. eating our kimchi
5. Trevor
6. More Trevor
7. Best iced coffee at Loco Cafe (aesthetically, anyway)


playing with fire

(ph. via ben trovato)
Ryan Kenny-19 year old fashion photographer, that is really something. There are a hand full of talented photographers that I know personally that are amazing in their work, but being published at 19 is amazing. The aesthetic is something I can coincide with, no sharpness. Sharpness in photography has become pretty boring and expected. Something more endearing about soft edges.

Rachel Rutt as really been blowing up lately, or have I been ignorant to her popularity all along? Saw her in Modern Lovers, vanity love instantly.


you missed a spot

this is my "that was un-salted butter?!" face

I made really a really fab berry coffee cake this Thanksgiving, you know for later when everyone wants to chill and drink coffee. However, my mother comes into my bedroom at 9 and breaks my peacefully sleeping heart "You used un-salted butter from the butter tray. It was un-salted. I thinking probably you would do that". Well of course if it is in the butter tray then I am going to use the butter WTF 

Also, mom dyed my hair and totally missed a spot on my crown. It's awesome cause now I am forced into a ponytail. 


lapse in speech

There was an abundance, AN ABUNDANCE, of bloopers. These were a small fraction.

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at the Nasher

Next visit to the Art District: Jean Paul Gaultier exhibition.

You: "JPG was smoking pot at Round Up Saloon."
Me: "What-he tweeted that?"
You: "No, my friend saw him."


it was cool until it was mine

(oxford & skirt UO, sweater Madewell, platforms J. Simpson, watch M. Kors)
I really anticipated 11.11.11 Why is it that something with anticipation often ends in absolute horror and you’re left with such disbelief at how awfully wrong your anticipated event has gone.
    It wasn't all bad.
    But it wasn't all well, either.