Thursday, March 31, 2011

Toto goes to Africa

Come on, sing along! Hahha nobody can sing along to this song. No one knows any of the words except...the rains down in Africa!!... And that's good enough for me.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Feathers and Freckles

Dress: Max Mara Spring 2011 collection
Birds: Parrots
Designer: Jacquelyn Jablonski

Monday, March 28, 2011

The Malkovich Theory

I found this picture of baby faced Brad and Ed Norton that had an uncanny resemblance to Jack Kerouac's cover of his most celebrated book On the Road . I find it interesting because not only is there an aesthetic resemblance, there is a similarity in the premise to boot. Fight Club and OTR was about a man without a plan. Lost in the everyday shuffle, looking for a little adventure time whether it be within themselves or through the eyes of another person. I think some people find escapism fun and sometimes necessary, it acts as mothers little helper for the mundane day to day grind. There is a Tyler Durden in us just as there is a Dean Moriarty type of friend that we have come admire or come to despise. There is a lot that can be learned by walking in someone elses shoes. There is an alter ego in us all. Let'em out once and a while, it could be fun.


Friday, March 25, 2011

Meridian St.

Diana: What does this remind you of.

War Face

Alright, I have been debating whether I should put anything up about Japan. There is undoubtedly a special place in my heart for Japan and it's people. But I wanted to keep a positive mind set about the whole situation. I keep my nose clean with the local news and all of it's one sided propaganda with the exception of a few articles and pics I see online. There is a selfish part of me that thinks "It will never be the same" "I will never see the Japan that once was" "Where am I getting hitched now?" But in the end I have to ishame myself and look at the big picture. There are people lost and without a home. Cold, now childless or Motherless or any other horrible thing imaginable. It's a sad uncontrollable truth that in now marked on our history forever. Just as the New Orleans, Haiti and Brazil disasters that have just recently happened. It breaks my heart. But all we can do is keep a chin up, give to the the right organizations, stay positive and be thankful that we are ok. Keep your head up Japan. Time to put on your war face. I'll see you soon.

Morrison Mutterings

She dances around a ring of fire, and throws off a challenge with a shrug.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Let her Dance!

Wes Anderson has gone on Jim Henson in this fantastically funny fox flick. There was was the familiar voice of Booker aka George Clooney and an all star cast of sound that includes Owen Willson, Meryl Streep, Jason Schwartzman, Willem Dafoe and my favorite class clown Bill Murry. Wes even joins the fun and plays the voice of Weasel. It was a classic W.A movie with clean lines, prim and proper tailored clothes and a dialog that was pin perfect for the actors that were involved. I can shake their closing song, Let Her Dance by Bobby Fuller Four out of my head. I give it 5 fox tail ties up. Good show, Sir Wes, good show!

Smoooooore please

I can actually say I can't wait to go camping this year. I was never much of a camper. I'm a room service and heart shaped hot tub in my room kind of a gal.
BUT I think the grizzle foliage filled runways of the forest has got a hold of me. Big Sur, I'm growin up.

Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot, Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.

From:"Bartlett's Familiar Quotations": Alexander Pope's "Eloisa to Abelard"

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Si ou X sie Sue

I really wish the crotch picture wasn't the
first thing you see before starting the video.
I apologize.

52 Pick Up

Monday, March 21, 2011


Trunk Up for Good Luck

The Hindu religion was the base of this mammoth myth. The elephant headed god was a luck god. India was on a roll. But the trunk up craze was an American thing. During the depression Ameri's needed a good luck symbol, the people need hope and Apollo Creed wasn't around yet. They took the four leaf clover, a pinch of salt over the shoulder, the horse shoe, the rabbits foot and made it their own, but they put a elephant on a coin as a symbol of good luck and political tool that in turn allowed the debut of the Republican party symbol. Needless to say, "A real man makes his own luck." Yes, I quoted Billy Zane via Titanic, but is no less true? You can be as strong or as weak, happy or sad as you want to be.(Harsh? Yes.)But digress, I would like to think of these little trinkets as little reminders for us through out the day, everything is going to be ok, we will make it. Just a little light at the end of your Monday tunnel."We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Thank you Oscar Wilde and Chrissy Hynde, I like that.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Sweet Sofia...

She is Marc Jacobs muse, she's a sweet nerdy indian for Halloween and she gets to dress up and make a movie with Bill Murry in Toyko. I heart her.

Big Red

I LOVE this hair trend that Rhianna brought back. Big bright candy apple red hair. Just as her predecessors before her, she confidently stepped out of the boring box of blond and brunette and said make me a Redhead!
Lucile Ball was the most memorable, but she was more of a "henna rinse" type of red. Henna rinse is like a henna tattoo for your hair. A stain on your locks, which back in the day, would turn out more tangerine than red. My favorite Red head other then the obvious choice of little LuLu would be NY stylist Patricia Field. She has been red since the 80's. She was a part of the delicious New York under ground scene that I just can't seem to get enough of. Legit Lez, and was the brain behind must have of the 80's, the legging. But the OG red head that we all know and love would have to go to none other then the "charge it" gal herself, Wilma Flinstone.

Just like Wooderson said in Dazed and Confused, "I love them redheads!"

The Floater

B.B. had one of the most magnificent floaters I have ever seen. Her left eye was always cocked to the left. That gives me the impression that she was a thinker. When you stop to think about something, or someone asks you question that you don't know the answer to right away, what do you do? Tilt your head and look up at the sky? Me too! This could be a far fetched assumption, but being in the positive mood that I'm in, I believe that she was more then just a blond bomb shell. She was an intellect with a great head of hair and eyes that would steal your soul for the evening if you let her.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

European Feelgooderies

He had a way with the phillies and a faccia only a mother could love. His most well known record would be Je t'aime... moi non plus, which was pretty much Brigitte Bardot moaning. I like it. The version with his wife is sweet as well. I would have to say my favorite is Bonnie and Clyde.
I wish I could put up the actual music video, but the nazis over at youtube would not allow it. "So, here here here... Knock yourself out!"

Serge Gainsbourg and Brigitte Bardot = French toast and ciggies

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Monsieur Gainsbourg

Serge Gainsbourg was odd. He was a cornucopia of strange. A basic mixture of the following weirdos: Leonard Cohen's breathy voice, Woody Allen's creepy young girl obsession, a flasher in a trench coat with a eccentric artist persona alllllll wrapped up in big ears and a razor sharp suit.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Color vs Cool

Ahhhh pastels. You are my friend and my enemy. I look horrid in you, yet I was born out of your heyday. Puzzled I am towards you, many things I love have your tone and pallet. Example: I love Miami Vice. I hate Easter baskets. I love this video. I cringe when I see a baby blue shrunken one size too small halter paired with white button fly jeans, yet I love sherbert ice cream. Who knows, it's nebulous.

Ari and Uzi

This is how I felt this weekend. YEAH!
Good music, running a muck and little love...Thanks Gonzo.
This movie is a staple for me, a fantastic display of a functioning dysfunctional family, unlike the norm of today's hullabaloo of "Keepin up with the Joneses" mentality that I am surrounded by in the appropriately nick named county dubbed The Bubble. School and education was important to Etheline in regards to her children. On the other side of the fence I tend to come across a lot of parents that are more interested in which commercial their child landed or how many pictures of Junior were liked on Facebook. Even though Etheline was a fictional character she is dear to me. Royal was a brutally honest man but a pirate to be reckoned with. He kinda reminds me of my father.....I digress....If Angelica Houston is ever in my hood, she should always feel welcome to stop by for a fag and a drink. "Your true blue Ethel!"

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Pull my Daisy

Pull my daisy
tip my cup
all my doors are open
Cut my thoughts
for coconuts
all my eggs are broken
Jack my Arden
gate my shades
woe my road is spoken
Silk my garden
rose my days
now my prayers awaken

Bone my shadow
dove my dream
start my halo bleeding
Milk my mind &
make me cream
drink me when you're ready
Hop my heart on
harp my height
seraphs hold me steady
Hip my angel
hype my light
lay it on the needy

Heal the raindrop
sow the eye
bust my dust again
Woe the worm
work the wise
dig my spade the same
Stop the hoax
whats the hex
where's the wake
how's the hicks
take my golden beam

Rob my locker
lick my rocks
leap my c*ck in school
Rack my lacks
lark my looks
jump right up my hole
Whore my door
beat my door
eat my snake of fool
Craze my hair
bare my poor
asshole shorn of wool

say my oops
ope my shell

Bite my naked nut
Roll my bones
ring my bell
call my worm to sup
Pope my parts
pop my pot
raise my daisy up
Poke my pap
pit my plum
let my gap be shut

Written by Jack, Allen and Neal....My boys!
(let's hear it for the boys!)

Monday, March 7, 2011

Tibetan Book of the Dead from a French mans perspective.

Don't watch Enter the void. Or watch it. Sure...Gaspar NoƩ is a mad man. He gave me the spinnies with aerial over load and a very morbid take on Tokyo's pros and cons.
Pro: Tokyo is a neon wonderland. Con: If you are a drug dealer you will die. These are just a few examples but the moral of the story is there is zero tolerance with druggies in Tokyo. Just like Grandmaster Flash said, "Don't do it!!!!" SO if there is a angsty day in your future and you want to be affected, watch it...or not like I said. I loved it and hated it, as you will if you watch it.

Everyone has a big word and a little word.

Take that Monday.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Jackson Brownie

My dad would call me Jackson Browne when I was a lil one.
I never knew it was a complement. Hear how natural that is?!
This will forever remind me of Fastimes, Jennifer Jason Leigh,
a pale complected hussy and Phoebe Cates and The Red Bikini.


I think either way someone would have a problem with this ad.
From a Prude to a Nair stock share holder. No thank you.
There is tumor in your tummy.

Heavy Breather

" You are a part of the rebel alliance and a traitor! Take her away!" Hahhaha!