Wednesday, March 25, 2009

days with my father

this is an unbelievably beautiful story/photo essay. Please take the time to read and look at it:

Days With My Father

Monday, March 23, 2009

you'll be so good for me

purrrfect. This cat, well one like it, will be mine one day

Sunday, March 22, 2009

for us

I sometimes hate being a purist. One example is watching a series of films, or, re-watching them. I have to see them all in order, can't skip around, and definitely won't forgo watching one because everyone else is already one step ahead. I'm in this situation now, damn having too much work. Kinda sucks because now I have to sit out of the last film in the Star Wars series as well to keep with my purism.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

how was the festival

Just ate perhaps the best lunch of my life... yogurt, baguette, variety of greek olives, and fresh mozzarella with pesto and bruschetta sauces alongside. mmmm and orange juice of course

Friday, March 20, 2009


I hate it when I look/listen to an album and know it will never feel the same as it did the first few times I listened to it. Granted, it's nice to have a warmth and comfort within a song, but there's nothing better than hearing a song that kicks your ass, that brings fear to your ears. This moment was stated in the last episode of Freaks and Geeks, it seems to be an equivalent to how smokers feel about their first few hits of nicotine; this feeling of the beginning, perhaps something larger than oneself. Where one just wants something unattainable. I feel this way with the Kills, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs... I'm sure many more, but you get the idea.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

We tell stories

it's been a little while since posting. I was in London for spring break visiting my one and only. We went to Paris as well. Quite a lot of walking, my shoes didn't hold up too well which led to exhausted feet and body. Oh I belong in Europe so much more than America. However, it isn't the same when I'm walking around alone versus with lover boy like I had to do when he was with Mrs. Posh Spice on a shoot. But yeah, yay for Brick Lane shopping as well as Topshop, and a copious amount of Asian food I can't get at school. Besides that not much else went on except s the beginning of an obsession with "Come Dine with Me" a lovely little British reality show where people host dinner parties and are judged by their guests... so bad and soooo good. Paris was good as well. We did even more walking there. Climbed the Eiffel Tower (instead of being lazy ie. smart and taking the elevator), walked through the genius Catacombs looking at an endless amount of 18th century bones, walked through the Louvre, the cemetery in Montparnasse, and various other things. We went to Colette, not as impressing of a store as I thought, but the women's clothes were amazing. Also walked past: and another whose name I don't know thus cannot find on, but is a big name too. Got some glares while passing them on the stairs, oh well... Had some excellent food, drank some nice wine, got my Paris Vogue.

Also started shooting for my final project. So far they're looking good. I need to start working on them too... they may get up here eventually, but be warned, you see a little bit of booty (mine) so mentally prepare so as not to be frightened.

I wish I were back there now, mostly for my lover boy, but also I guess for the scene.