Monday, January 31, 2011

love'll get you like a case of anthrax

...and that's something I don't wanna catch. Or do I? I think I might. If love means being in a family with matching toggle coats and red balloons, then I think maybe Yes. But if it means being the teenage relative/lover of Balthus, then I think maybe No. Wait, maybe the other way around... fuck love.
  I don't know where I came across any of these images. Except one, a photobooth picture of me with some dude I hate now. Some of them I've had hanging around for years.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

     It started snowing yesterday just before I left town for a dinner in Nashville. The dinner was a bummer (it was for an ex-boyfriend's mother's birthday, so it was bound to be awkward), but at least it gave me a chance to break out a dress I purchased recently. The designer's name is Gary Graham, and he went to SAIC... holla. Apparently the collection this is from is based on Gypsy/Romani culture; his flagship store in NYC is the most fabulous space, really creatively designed. While at SAIC, he focused on textile/costume design rather than fashion... my kinda guy. I want to meet him and ask him a million questions, the first being, How did you get so awesome at life? The dress is truly amazing; you can wear it in about a million ways, and the fabric is truly gorgeous. It's from the nicest shop ever, Worthwhile ( in Charleston.

      My leather jacket I pulled from a jumble of not-so-great-stuff at a vintage shop in Paris. I think it dates from the early 80's at the latest. When I picked it up it had a strip of photobooth pictures in the inner pocket, which I perceived as an omen that I had to buy it at once and wear the hell out of it. Like van der Rohe said: god is in the details. My favorite part of it is the oxidization on the buckles.
     The boots are ca. 1968 men's motorcycle boots by Frye. I got them from a vintage shop in Nashvile run by a 30-something pseudo-hipster who I think has only the vaguest idea about garments and pricing. These babies were 50 bucks. Sch-wing.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011


I'm sure I'm not alone in compiling images of things I want to buy, and then looking at them obsessively. Somehow when I finally get the stuff it hardly ever seems as fantastic as it did when I was looking at images of it longingly or waiting for it to arrive in the post. That mentality can be applied to almost everything in my life. I want it, I want it, I can't live without it, and then I get/achieve it and I'm like, okay, what's next? There is probably a name for that weird mental syndrome of always wanting what you haven't got.
At the moment, here are the top three tangible things I'm convinced will complete my life:

A Tornister's backpack from WWII. It's made of pony fur and has the name of the soldier who used it sewn onto one of the straps. It is probably totally haunted.

A wallet from the Japanese brand Macromuro. It's made of vinyl and leather and each one is handpainted. I love it irrationally.

Dragon leggings by Bernhard Willhelm. The crotch area looks sort of funny, but I think if you wore it with a tunic-y sort of shirt it'd look rad as hell. 

So cool to have gotten that lameness off my chest. Materialism sucks but it's simultaneously so much fun.