Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Moon Truth

Ten years ago the Moon was an inspiration to poets and an opportunity for lovers. Ten years from now it will be just another airport.

— Emmanuel G. Mesthene

Monday, June 27, 2011


Young Flowers : Menilmontant

Friday, June 24, 2011


Maybe it was a good thing I brought up The Esalen Institute this weekend when visiting with family. There was a whole nudist colony thing that I didn't really catch from the Bob&Carol&Ted&Alice flick and even the Esalen website it self. I heard some cool stories and I think I'm still interested in going, but it's the transcendentalist attitude that I think I'm most attracted to, next to the fact that Ginsberg, Baez and Kerouac all went there to stew and ponder thoughts, life, just being.

The definition of a Transcendentalist was hard for me to understand at first. But the cut and dry of it is, to better your self, mind body and soul therefore you better society being apart of it. Another aspect of it is, "despite some remaining Euro-chauvinism in thinking that people with British and German backgrounds were more suited for freedom than others (see some of Theodore Parker's writings, for instance, for this sentiment), also believed that at the level of the human soul, all people had access to divine inspiration and sought and loved freedom and knowledge and truth."- Jone Johnson Lewis. Transcendentalist were huge supporters of anti slavery laws and Women's liberation. Down for the people!

Esalen is a definite commune with some strong roots and wonderful beliefs. It is defiantly not a spa you can pop in a get a massage at will. It is an actual institute that puts tons of importance in "human potential" and the unimportance of clothes and inhibitions. Joking about the clothes part...buuut not really. This has been Stevie Stills, and I support this message.

Do Birkin

From Marc by Marc to Miu Miu they have all taken on the challenge of recreating the original Birkin bag. Wink. The term was coined by Hermès when owner Jean-Louis Dumas found himself boarding a flight and sitting next to Jane Birkin. As she went to put her well known to Londonites, woven basket purse in the over head storage compartment, she dropped it and all of her purse items went sputnik on the floor.(It makes sense because she moved new born faun, floppy and light..a clumsy little thing..) This launched the conversation between Jean and Jane. She told him that she couldn't find a bag that could hold everything and easy to get into. The light bulb went click and BOOM the mother of all purses, The Birkin was born. The story has been told many ways but this is my favorite. The Hermès Birkin is almost like a mini suit case hand bag. It's clean looking and seems to get the job done. But I think that the term Birkin bag should also be bestowed upon the seasonal purse that makes it's rounds in the eyes of Spring and Summer. THAT is the Birkin. An easy going bag. A go with anything bag. Throw your chonies and a tooth brush in a basket and take off for the weekend. She was a no muss no fuss kind of gal. Not a $7.000- $15,000 a pop kinda gal. I say we give the Birkin a "take it down a notch" make-under and re assign The Birkin to all the cute straw purses that we see this Summer. Gimme a Summer!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Top 10

Top 10 movies I would like to see in a old crappy movie theater would be:

10.The Song Remains the Same
9. The Godfather (Part 1)
8. Star Wars (The Empire Strikes Back)
7. The Mack
6. Enter the Dragon
5. Chappaqua
4. Slogan
3. Ohyaku Female Demon
2. Beyond the Valley of the Dolls
1. The Shining

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Hello Miss?

Hello, Ma ?
It's me.
It's Billy.
Billy, your son
Turn down the TV, Ma.
Turn down the television
It's Billy.
I told you we were gonna be
in town for one day, right ?
Well, we're in town.
We just flew in.
We're at
the fancy hotel, Ma.
I told you we were
staying downtown. Yes.
The big hotel. Right.
Yeah, I have a big room.
Yes, it's beautiful here.
Yes, it's clean, Ma.
It's a very expensive hotel,
okay ?
No, don't come here, Ma.
Don't come here.
I told you
I wanna go there.
I wanna see
the old neighborhood.
I wanna come now.
[ Sighs ]
What time is the game over, Ma ?
[ Sighs ]
I'll come at : .
No, Ma. She's not coming.
She's sick.
I don't know, Ma.
People get sick.
I don't know why she's sick.
She's sick. Every time we fly
on planes, she gets sick.
I don't know why.
She doesn't like flying.
Plus, we sit in first class.
They bring you a lot of food,
and she always gets stomach cramps.
I don't know.
I ca--
She's sleeping, Ma.
I'm in the lobby
of the hotel.
She's sleeping upstairs.
I'm not gonna wake her up.
Did you hear what I said ?
Did you hear what I said ?
What did I say ?
What did I say ? She's sick
Fine, Ma.
You want me to wake her up ?
You want me to go upstairs and wake
her up ? You know, you're unbelievable.
Then how you gonna feel
when she comes over sick ?
How you gonna feel then,
when you see how sick she is ?
No, I'm gonna bring her.
I'm gonna drag her outta bed,
and I'm gonna bring her.
So you can see her.
Fine. We're coming over.
We're coming over.
I said I'm bringing her.
Yes. Fine.
Okay ? Good-bye.


Only one word comes to mind when discussing Father's Day the following Monday. Ouch.

Stick em up

"In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity." -HST

Friday, June 17, 2011

Like hot coco on a cold night..

Don't be so angry, Todd. Give the people what they want eh?

Klaus Kinski

Kinski Sminski Tinski Winsski

We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.

...And then there are these awesome people who pulled off digression with style!

Questions upon Questions

Talking Heads: Once in a lifetime

Monday, June 13, 2011

Galactic Ocean Wear

C-3po and R2-D2 one piece bathing suits. I want, I want!!

Designer: James Lillis
For Black Milk Clothing

May the Force be with you.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Space Steez

Movie: 2001:Space Odyssey
Director: Stanley Kubrick
Year: 1968

Well it's Friday

I can have a fat girl dance party on my blog if I want to.
Fridays can be made of many things. One of which should be mochi ice cream.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Then there was Norman

In first grade, I knew a boy named Norman. One day in class we were asked to bring in a toy from home for "show and tell" and explain to the class, what it was and why it was important to us. My friend Sara brought in coloring book. She said that she liked Care Bears and coloring. Fair enough. I brought in my Glow Worm. I said that I loved it because I got it for Christmas and I slept with it. Lame, but ok. Then there was Norman. "So, Norman. What did you bring to share with us today?" Asked Mrs. Muer. Let me back track for a minute for a quick yet very necessary description of Norman. He was big for a first grader. He was built as a miniature linebacker and had hair that was tall light brown and puffy. (example: Kramer a la Seinfeld) He always wore white t-shirts and blue shorts. Always. He had chubby cheeks, permanent pouty lips and hound dog eyes.(example: Marla eyes from A League of Their Own) "So, Norman. What did you bring to share with us today?" As he walks slowly to the front of the of the class, it appears that he has nothing in his hands. Kids start sitting on their feet and legs to get a better look at the much anticipated toy. He turns and faces us. "Today I brought my clicker. And I like it cause it goes like this"clickclickclickclickclick! goes the top of a Martinelli's apple juice bottle. To this day every time I open up a bottle of apple juice I give it a few clicks for good ol Norman.


Place: North Korea Subway Station

Photo: Flavorpill

Ode to Shel: Write like you are on a cigg break.

I'm just me
Yes little O me
I make no excuse!
I will give you no plea!
I'm just me

I'm just me
I have different colored knees
and eyes and ears
I have a fear of bees!
And lizards flying out of trees!
I'm just me

I'm just me
And you may not like it
It may boil your blood
Why try to fight it?
If it were up to you my name would be mud
But unfortunatelyyyyy
I'm just meee.

I'm just me
And I'm all alone
Sometimes there is no one to answer the phone
I hurt and laugh
Just like regular folks do
Sometimes I wish I could hide in the blue.
Amniotic fluid made Frankenstein
But who held his hand when he started to cry?
Life's trials and happiness fly at me like fleas
I cant seem to help it
I'm just me

Photo by: Gonian

Wednesday, June 1, 2011