Last-minute photoshoot, gimme all dat cheekbone highlighter.
I’m so proud to announce that I am now writing for Refinery29, a site that’s been a daily read for me for over 3 years now! My first article is live today, with (hopefully) lots more to come. Also my birthday is tomorrow. Life’s alright!! :D
(Taken with Instagram)
Me and Amy Rose at the Rookie meet-up yesterday. I walked with her to go get wine and soda pops for the after party and she literally brought joy and delight to all she interacted with. There was no stone-faced corner store cashier or surly cabbie she could not charm, it was like that Michael Jackson video where his loafers make the sidewalk glow and homeless people turn into toffs with canes and three-piece suits. Also she has a Pikachu and Charmander in her crown. I wish everybody could hang out with Amy Rose.
I got STREET STYLE PHOT’d at The Met and I look rather embarrassed by the whole affair!
Oh my god my beautiful friend Marie made me this collage and it has benevolent kitty paws feeding me Oreos, J. Lo in her rhinestone phase, and I think one of the Real Housewives of Orange County. She calls it “Bandana Dreamz” and I think I’m gonna crey.
Presenting myself like a common baboon.
Picture by Derek “Girlwatcher” Sapienza.
This time last year I was getting ready for our first date. At dinner I talked too fast and hit myself in the face with a sandwich because I literally forgot to open my mouth, at the Bill Orcutt show I realized I probably shouldn’t sit in that skirt, at the beach I was relieved by darkness but afraid I didn’t know enough about Don Cherry, in the car I jumped out still barefoot and ran away before it Got Weird and I went home crushed, convinced I’d blown it, that he was too smart and handsome and interesting for me.
Luckily I had stolen a lock of his hair, placed it in a heartwood box along with a piece of rose quartz anointed with a drop of my blood and burned it at the full moon to trick him into loving me. KIDDING. Luckily he likes awkward goofy girls and I like boring boys and now he’s stuck with me for that word I used to spit at, forever.
ANYWAY if you’re not busy barfing over this, he just started a new blog and it’s really good. It’s got space and baseball and cars and reggae and the 60s and all that other good manly shit you love, but in a non-oppressive way I promise. Go follow him at JDS/2. He’s cooler and more handsome than me.
Crimson n clover, er whatever (Taken with instagram)
Mary, Big Jesus, Lil’ Jesus (Taken with instagram)
I am a World Champion ‘86 Met, I enjoy knee socks, doing 110 on the BQE, and trainspotting.
Photo by this guy.
A bro caught us writing our initials and “Father Yod was here” in this tree, and kindly offered to take a picture. You can see the guilt in my face.
(Taken with instagram)
In bed by midnight, sensible kittens (Taken with instagram)