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This post is mostly for Hannah, a little bit for Sean, and it’s very weird to be writing again on here.  I got this Tshirt on sale for 5 dollars at the Whitney Museum in Manhattan.  It’s American Apparel’s Summer Shirt in XL.  I don’t know what the photo is but I love it.  So I stuck some safety pins in it, as you should do with all things you love.

Mama says it’s a throwback and I look like Sid Vicious.

this is my model face:


Blue Valentine

this movie’s rating was changed from NC-17 to R but before that happened, it took me about 12 seconds to realize i wouldn’t have to fudge my way into the theatre anymore. the weirdness around growing up isn’t from actually growing up, it’s the pace, the fact that as i drive down the road, behind the wheel, i can remember so distinctly the pride of being allowed to sit in the front seat next to my mom.


The Tallest Man On Earth Steals My Heart Again

Never has a mustache been more okay with me. This song (Where Do My Bluebird Fly–that is not a typo) never fails, not just to the first time I heard it–even the first time I heard it it moved me god knows where.


I don’t have time for this post.

But I feel bad. This blog is turning into that collage you cut everything out for and then never actually make. It sucks. So here’s a minor update.

What am I into these days? Flannels and form-fitting skirts together. Chunky knit tights. Anything easy, cozy, and soft. Slightly “hardcore” but feminine wrist accessories.

It’s bright, I know. It’s the colorful one–I already have light and dark.

The pearl/silver is from my grandmother as a gift. The cuff has a bit of a story–my parents ended up meeting the guy who makes them at a store while looking at slightly larger heavier duty ones. They got him to make a custom one with a softer collage-y look with all the different studs. It fits my wrist perfectly, which is beyond cool.

Other than that?

It finally snowed.

In October, a galavant around Ottawa..

What else. I’m working my way through On the Road at the moment. My facebook got hacked by my editors on the newspaper and I proclaimed myself a bonafide hipster…and I was okay with that. My flannel, after all, is from Urban Outfitters (?).

The snow is back up on my page! WOot.

Since my last post, I guess a lot of things haven’t changed. But then again a lot of things are different.


Hello October

We’ve been awaiting your arrival.

I love fall. I walked out last night and it smelled like october and I was so happy.

And I went apple picking for the first time today! I think apple picking might be the best thing a teenager could ever do, because teenagers are all about balancing the older-ness and the younger-ness and when you go apple picking, somehow they come into balance perfectly by themselves. There is no feeling I have ever experienced that is even slightly comparable to that of stick your nose onto the cloudy surface of a fresh-picked, un-shined apple and inhaling something like birth and death and giddiness and melancholy all wrapped up in a sweet red and green wrapper.

“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

Happy Cozy-Dressing!

P.S. In order to keep the post frequency going on here, I’m going to turn this into a pure inspiration blog: everything and anything that strikes my fancy will make its way onto here, hopefully hopefully.


home again home again

NOTICE:  This was written and saved WEEKS ago.  So sorry about the sort of not up to datedness…nothing interesting is happening with my clothes these days (except for MAJOR excitement for autumn) so I haven’t been posting.

So, written after France and before CTY:

As the title might imply, I have safely returned from my adventure in France.  As of yesterday.  And tomorrow I head off to my writing program for 3 weeks.  So my day has been full of laundry and repacking and list making and all of that.  But in the middle of it all I got to have lunch with my mother downtown and then we ran some errands.

When i came downstairs, mom commented that I looked very French.  And I see what she means…I think that just being surrounded by the women there has an effect on one’s aesthetic…

AND BACK TO REAL TIME: As soon as I have some fun fall outfits set up I will try to load them on, but it is going to be one hell of a year, so it will probably be sporadic. Sorry.


france ’10: internship: cupcakes

Cupcake Bakeshop Blog.  It is saving my life at work today.  My usual book (A Walk in the Woods, by Bill Bryson–pretty damn hilarious writer, but also very filled with facts and numbers and stats about forests, which are interesting for maybe a page), sniper computer games, and facebook stalking just didn’t hold the charm they did for the past two weeks…

I started in March, 2005 and have been working my way forwards in time all afternoon.  Those lucky enough to have devoured the cupcakes my mother occassionally (but with growing frequency) makes for the casts of plays I am in, and occassionally just for whoever is sitting around where I am hanging out at the time, who are on top of that lucky enough to be classified into one of those categories again next year and the year after that will possibly (depending on my bargaining abilities) be at some point indulging in some of these varieties:

  • cupcakes in ice cream cones (link)
  • lavender citrus cupcakes (link)
  • samoas cupcakes (link)
  • basil cream and mint cream filled cupcakes with rasberry mousse frosting–keep an open mind (link)

My mouth is watering and I could go on and on, but I’m currently clicking through April of 2007 and most recent is April of 2010.  So feast your eyes on those, click around a little more (the photography and recipes get lovelier as you get closer to the current date) and I’ll let you know if I find any other particular beauties.

“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”--Aaron Sisking

“When the Devil quotes Scriptures, it’s not, really, to deceive, but simply that the masses are so ignorant of theology that somebody has to teach them the elementary texts before he can seduce them”–Paul Goodman

“Nonsense and beauty have close connections.”--Marquis de Sade

“This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfections.”--Saint Augustine

" i hope someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight and that's all they do. they don't pull away, they don't look away, they don't try to kiss you. all they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight without an ounce of selfishness to it."--Waitress

“I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live."--Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

“It is not my mode of thought that has caused my misfortunes, but the mode of thought of others”--Marquis de Sade

“Death keeps no calendar”–English Proverb

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