pulp

hello to you lovely viewer. thanks for stopping by. i hope your weekend has been filled with hugs and laughter as mine has been so far. enjoy the outfit.

photography by the rebel.

wearing bongo splatter-bleached jeans, tank from f21, tribal poncho from urban outfitters, target slouched boots, green hobo gloves from lulu's, and vintage clutch from uruguay.

the last few days have been up and down.

up, as an old friend is in town, visiting from across state and bringing nothing but memories and warmth. she has found herself again and that couldn't make me happier. i'm glad to have her back, a lost soul is always hard to hold onto. the smiles we share together couldn't be bigger.

down, as i continue to force myself to spend a good majority of my time in the bat cave doing accounting. balance sheet, income statements, transactions, owner's equity, and cash flow statements. my mind couldn't be more tired of numbers and calculators. perhaps after this next week, i will be able to relax. then again, studying for finals will begin. hmmm...i guess i shouldn't expect any breaks until christmas.

speaking of christmas, spent a good 20 minutes telling the rebel all about my family household's holiday traditions. i cannot even begin to explain how excited this made the two of us.

thursday night, the rebel snatched me away from my room for a break from accounting. we headed to the mercy lounge down the street to see one of our favorite bands, blind pilot. a band from portland, oregon, touring with the low anthem. the show was fantastic, they played their albums and it couldn't have been more perfect.

the low anthem was the most versatile band i have seen in a while. small wooden organs, raspy belting notes, a bass larger than the tiny girl holding it, upright bass, and songs that spark memories from bonnaroo.

a quick break on the upstairs deck. and then back in to see what we had been waiting for.

blind pilot's album, "3 rounds and a sound", is a collection of songs that bring the rebel and i back to the nights of two summer's ago. from beginning to end, the show was really spot on. despite volume troubles with the lead guitar, the shaking walls from a passing train, and a broken guitar string, the beauty continued. singing at the top of our lungs, springing off our toes to the beat, smiles were stuck on our faces. the rebel's eyes were crystalized in the wonder of what was on stage. a late birthday present to him that couldn't have gone any better.

you should go look them up. immediately.

had a lovely runaround town with the muddah yesterday afternoon. chasing flu shots, eating at PM, and laughing over crazy drivers and too much sushi. glad to take a break and get some comfort from home.

i do have something new to share. the porte-plume showed me the way.

PULP.

a collaboration between supermodel joni harbeck and photographer neil krug.

visit it here.

i have featured their stunning opening photo before, unknown origin. glad to know where the beauty came from. post-apocalyptic futures, wild west, raw bodies, and polaroid films. enjoy.

i can't stop staring.

in the meantime, i am off to fill my stomach with goten's sushi and sit back and watch the urban/pop showcase later on tonight. then escape into a smoke-filled atmosphere, glistening with lebanese chants and even older friends.

be back soon, i promise.

breathe peace.

lace

hey you! guess what? i broke 100 with my number of followers a couple days ago. you know what i want to do now? THANK YOU! it's because of you guys that the blog is growing, so thank you so much. the comments, the views, the e-mails, everything. it's awesome, and i am truly humbled. thanks for it all. enjoy the outfit.

photography by the rebel.

wearing vintage lace dress, vintage black 80s blazer, vintage printed scarf, gianni bini t-strap wedges, and revlon lipstick in fire&ice.

just got back in my room from one of our last shows at reverbmedia. so much fun, playing for our closest friends, singing with the ones i love, and bopping to the beat of the songs i know best. really fun. taylor preston and the barefoot bandits. the good news is, if you happen to be reading this and are searching for what our music sounds like, scroll down. it's all over my blog in video form. i plan to add links on the sidebar that send you straight to the videos, i promise to do that soon.

i've spent the last few days hiding in my blankets.

yes, teachers, i have been studying.

yes, mother, i have been to class.

but meanwhile, i've been watching classics. the birds, the blob, candyman, frankenstein, and dracula. films that make me want want to snuggle into the sheets even more. the best time i left my room? despite practice, to eat minnesota wild rice soup. not quite perfect, but my goodness, yummy. by the way, found wishbone and dr. quinn medicine woman on youtube. sent it to the porte-plume and it brightened both of our afternoons. i couldn't cherish our childhood more.

stumbled across sidewalk chalk that makes my eyes pop out of my head.

julian beever and kurt wenner are the culprits.

though they both have very different styles, they create a 3-d image that will trip...you...out.

not kidding. look them up, enjoy.

isn't that awesome? i think so.

thanks to suzanne and the team at weardrobe.com for featuring me today in the following look.

head to their site, take a look around.

want to see the post that the outfit came from? click here.

in the meantime, i am off to fill my eyes with numbers. wish me luck.

breathe peace.

marie

hello to you. i hope you all had a wonderful weekend filled with grumbling ghouls, tasty treats, and daunting pumpkins. i know i did.

as you can see, i dressed myself as marie antoinette. with her head stitched back on, of course.

the rebel was my executioner, we made a great team.

wearing marie antoinette costume dress, vintage fur coat, urban outfitters tights, unlisted velvet ankle boots, f21 necklace, and don't even ask me to begin to explain the hair.

the porte-plume dressed herself as king moonracer. ignorant? click here. or here.

she was gorgeous, feathered wings, lion hair, crown, and all. glad she was by my side, slapping slutty sailors and naked nurses away with her winged tips.

this was just a small portion of the mess that the baby power in my hair made.

bowie.

it was truly a night to remember. i spent almost two hours making the hair just right. pulling apart chunks, curling them, teasing them, twisting them, and pinning them. it's no secret the amount of hair i have, so it was a chore. not the less, once the two flowers, two birds, two pearl clips, and ostrich feathers were in place, the baby power was smoothed into my snow-capped head, and the hairspray was holding it still, i was ready to go. slapped more baby powder on my face for a pale look, added black eye shadow, a red lip. rubbed more red lipstick around my neck, drawing stitches on with black eye liner, and my head was now no longer permanently attached.

we were off, to run up and down fool's hill at the estate. dizzy from glow sticks and overactive subwoofers. people crawled about, secretively on their hands and knees. showing off how desperate they really were to end up in someone else's bed that night, never remembering it again. wristbands, beer cans, and sober girls holding hands. a newfound friend, victor.

only to leave and drive an hour south, searching for the friends we knew best. the ones who understand that all we really want to do is sit and enjoy each other's acoustic company, nothing else. the ones who understand that a hug and a kiss is the natural way to say hello to someone you haven't seen since yesterday. the ones i hold dear.

an all hallow's eve to remember.

i am more inspired and more at peace than i have been in a while. last week was a whirlwind, saturday night was a tornado, but i am the eye of both. i understand now that at the end of the day, despite my unwilling behavior, i am stuck with the ones who love me. thank god for that, and thank god for them. perhaps i will finally get some good writing out of these feelings of acceptance, gratitude, rapture, and pure joy.

enjoy one more splurge of the late, great, rocknroll depiction of marie antoinette.

let's all eat cake, purposely getting icing on the tips of our noses, wriggle our toes into a brand new pair of shoes we know we can't walk in.see you all soon.


breathe peace.

news

good evening to you! thanks for stopping by. this has been the week that moves at a snail's pace, leaving a trail of goop behind it. yes, goop. enjoy the outfit.

photography by the rebel.

wearing sequined dress from express, long black sweater from target, grey knit knee-high socks from target, unlisted velvet ankle boots, f21 and freshwater pearl necklaces.

spent today's afternoon with the rebel. running around dragon park, chasing squirrels and avoiding puddles. finding halloween costumes, making scrambled eggs, watching scrubs, and giggling over dinner at mcdougal's chicken. he took the following photos of his newfound friend, which i find quite hilarious.

since monday, i have been moving so slow that i drag my limbs behind me, pulling myself to the next class, the next meeting, the next meal. a wonderful catch up with the porte-plume at the lovely cafe coco, giggling about rudolph's king moonracer, sipping chai tea, and stuffing our faces with grilled cheese sandwiches and cheesecake. cheesemania, i know. what are sisters for? crying over morbidly obese women who hop with hope and laughing at how uncool we really are. despite her wishes to flee back to the city of blinding lights, i am really glad she's home.

spent thursday night at estes park with the rebel, trying to beat the sunset in order to record the interview for maria at chicisimo.com. i'll let you know as soon as it's up. we listened to children squeaking tonka trunks backward through sandboxes, dogs interrupting soccer games, and cars flying by, never noticing our tiny hideaway of serenity. a dinner of chicken and pasta salad at bread & co., an easy find and good comfort food. i stumbled across a furry caterpillar in my purse who joined us for the meal. we both knew he wanted our fruit tea so we released him to a nearby leaf that we hope could challenge his taste buds enough.

friday was spent finding myself featured in the campus student newspaper, the belmont vision. visit the website here. they did a little bit on campus fashion, and i happened to featured in my most frumpy outfit that i wore only to grab a bite to eat and hopefully huddle back to my room to lay in bed without getting caught. so much for that. regardless, big thanks to them for the name drop. the rest of the night was at a close friends house, hiding from the storm and regretting wearing sheep fur to play in between the rain drops. listening to "wish you were here', done well by wyclef jean and macy gray. soothing and magical show. abe lincoln, roman warrior, mother nature from scraps of goodwill, and a drunken pilot.

since today is halloween, be on your best behavior. eat as much candy as physically possible, howl at the moon, run through the streets with fiery skulls in your eyes, and carve pumpkins like the sun is setting on your ghost self. i know i will. make the best of your weekend or those who did that and more years before us will rise from their graves and kick your tush until you do.

by the way, is it odd that the muddah e-mailed me and told her the following picture made her think of me?

who knows. perhaps i was a monkey in past life. enjoy one more bit of inspiration before i go.

totally fantastic.


breathe peace.

tata

hello to you. thanks for stopping by. i really appreciate the sudden uproar of interest in the band, the sweet comments, all that warm and fuzzy stuff. it means the world to me that you all take your time to stop by and say hello, thanks so much. enjoy the outfit.

photography by the rebel.

wearing silver puffed skirt from h&m, pink cashmere sweater, black tights, vintage zebra print belt, black fringe scarf, unlisted black suede ankle boots.

the pink is in honor of what i did on saturday morning.

i participated in the 2009 making strides against breast cancer walk, put together by the american cancer society. it was a five mile non-competitive walk, i didn't walk the whole way though, i ran two of the miles with my newfound friend shawna. an elderly woman who had beat it and ran the whole thing despite her aching thighs because she said "if i beat that, i can do anything". i dedicated the walk to my grandma, someone who has dealt with the pains of breast cancer personally, i found it easy to lift one foot in front of the other on a run that would normally make my lungs tear me up from the inside out. i didn't mind running, i had a motivation that was much bigger than me. something i had never experienced myself but i knew the pain it brought as i know women that have struggled with such an evil force.

after the walk and a few days passed, i looked up the numbers from that day. 14,000 women strong, this walk raised over 500,000 dollars. even female inmates from the tennessee prison participated by walking around their athletic track during the same hour as our feet stomped through downtown nashville.

i was lucky enough to experience such a force for the first time.

breast cancer, though it has obvious devastating effects, has created a hopeful monster.

there was a fire lit in these women.

waving their prosthetic bras in the air, dressed in hot pink tutus and fuschia wigs. holding signs of women they had lost, chanting cheers for the woman next to them who had survived and was three years in the clear. it was fantastic.

t-shirts stating "SAVE 2ND BASE" and "i work my buns for my boobs".

the boob-less ladies, local cheerleaders, and the ta-ta tiara queens. one boy was so excited about walking for a cause and cheering his mother's name that he actually run into the back of a police car. i'm serious, it was that amazing and more.

these women were crazy. in the best way possible.

you cross the finish line under pink balloons and immediately get hugs. it is a group that i cannot describe well enough with words, a ball of emotion ruling the streets of the city, bursting at the seams with love, affection, and hope. i plan to do it again next year, and if you have a chance to do the same, don't hesitate.

in the meantime, i hope all of your weeks are going well. maybe with a little less rain than we are having here. in the case that you might be chilly like me, throw on your grandmother's furs, grab your highest platforms and avoid the puddles by sheer trickery.

before i go, enjoy a series of shots i found on rankin's website.

they were under the alex box showcase, but when i went looking for who alex box was...all i could find was a baseball stadium. am i that ignorant? anyone have any idea who he is?

for some reason, they remind me of the sad downfall of heath ledger, played out in 'joker' form.

any agree?

thanks also to weardrobe, who featured an outfit of mine. go look around.

more from me soon, i promise.

breathe peace.

gift

hello to you. i hope your weekend has been wonderful so far. mine has been filled with infectious plague and the warmth of family loving. enjoy the outfit.

photography by the rebel.

wearing cropped zipper-detail moxsie sweatshirt, "lover not a fighter" tank from f21, high-waist jean shorts from f21, black spotted boots from alloy, and black grey bow detailed hat from a local boutique.

excuse the not so interesting outfit, as sickness is controlling my life right now.

the sweatshirt i'm wearing was a gift from moxsie, thanks to hanh from life in travel.

visit moxsie here. see more details about the sweatshirt here.

see the lovely hanh from the life in travel blog here.

cropped crew neck sweater, zip front pocket, cut out straps at neckline. ribbed cuffs and hem.

this weekend has been cranberry tuna salad with salted kettle chips. it's been scary movies under blankets with the muddah and my bonny. stephen king and syfy (why did they change their spelling from scifi?). sore shoulders and aching backs, red pills and white pills that claim to make my nose stop having a seizure. who knows if it's actually working. the porte-plume returned home today and immediately asked me if i would run away to new york with her, the answer was yes. but, it is only in our dreams. home-made chicken apple sausage pizzas with mozzarella cheese made by the fuddah. shopping trips to the local mall that reeked of germs and a currency trip to target. it was all too refreshing to be shopping and actually buying again. my purchases will be featured soon enough. i looked through catalogs that you can only find at home, dreaming about christmas in eight weeks, and thanksgiving in four. still, the holiday on my mind is halloween. this next weekend and the rebel and i have planned up something original. i am excited more about my hair than the actual costume itself, is that wrong? too bad for you, it's a surprise until it's that time.

thanks to maria from chicisimo.com for the "get well" wishes, i really appreciate it.

unfortunately, this morning told me i am only getting more sick. not fair.

in the meantime, while i try to shower away my germs, stuffy nose, and congested lungs, enjoy some more photography by chris jordan.

i spoke of him in a previous post, which you can view here.

the following photos are from his "intolerable beauty" showcase.

a closer look at portraits of american mass consumption from 2003 to 2005.

totally amazing. makes you think twice about not recycling.

cell phones in atlanta, 2005.

circuit boards in new orleans, 2005.

oil filters in seattle, 2003.

recycling yard in seattle, 2004.

crushed cars in tacoma, 2004.

cigarette butts, 2005.

gas cylinders in seattle, 2003.

"wall of drums" in seattle, 2003.

visit his website here. his other showcases are more than impressive, just like this.

stops your heart as you look at what we the people have done. it's hard to look at, but yet, we do nothing. what do you think?

a lot of you after the last post sent me comments wondering how you could hear my band's music?

here is your answer.

scroll back down through my older posts, or just watch the links below.

taylor preston and the barefoot bandits.

2 vocalists, 2 acoustic guitars, 1 violin, 1 electric guitar, 1 bass guitar, drums, djembe, harmonica.

you name it, and we try it. funk, folk reggae, rock. they're my closest friends and i'm lucky to be a part of it. here are a few of the videos, as asked for. there are so many, i chose a few of my favorites.

let me know what you think, those of you wondering what the band's sound was like.in the meantime, i am off to get better. hopefully.


breathe peace.

pioneer

hello to you. this week was official slack week when it comes to blogging. once i've posted this, i promise to respond to e-mails and comments immediately. for those of you who keep coming back, thank you so much. enjoy the outfit.

photography by the rebel.

wearing black jersey frill dress, sheep fur vest from boutique in portobello market, black tights, now!! mustard platforms, vintage belt, sequined clutch from 12x12 from f21, and tribal earrings from f21.

i know i promised in the last post to not be so sketchy, and i failed. this i know. but the good news is, i have found a plateau.

the past week has been sniffly noses, shared coughs, and vitamin c. waking up too early and sleeping through the afternoon as the hot sun seeps in through the blinds. opening eyes to find yourself laying in a pool of dreams and forgotten sense of time.

spent thursday night at reverbmedia playing with the barefoot bandits. a 7-piece band squished onto a carpet in order to give our fans what they wish. yes, i actually believe that we have fans, and i am completely humbled. makes me into a tiny bee at the bottom of the hive, watching others swarm around in circular motions above me, buzzing about what might come of something so small and unexpected. my stinger is gone, but the others still have theirs. someone pushed "speaker" before i opened my mouth and now i have embarrassed cheeks at the amount of volume. it's not as big a mess as i describe, but i am truly humbled by it.

now, i am home.

and i could not be happier.

my amount of feelings that revolved around homesickness were growing more than i realized.

on the road home next to the muddah, i felt like i could smell the heat, candles, and wine already. lemon-butter potatoes and rosemary marsala mushroom pork chops. a hug from the fuddah and a kiss from the muddah, a glass of juice, and a lick from the dogs, and all of my energy is back. back in the striped chair, scorching under the up-turned lamps, and smiling from a real, home-cooked meal. so glad to be home and see the following face again.

my bonny.

although i do have to get up early in the morning, i figure a tiny bit more of inspiration is in order.

the porte-plume is off adventuring in new york, and despite how much i miss her, she still manages to keep lil ole me in her thoughts. she showed me the following.

the new whitman inspired campaign for levi's.

visit the rest here.

the following is one version of the freshest form of advertisement i have seen in a while.

it screams antique revolution that is baptized and reborn...i love it.

though that may inspire you, just wait. the next is the BEST.inspired by walt whitman, his portion of the brilliant poem as featured in the video is below.
Pioneers! O Pioneers!
Come my tan - faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your pistol? have you your sharp - edged axes?
Pioneers! O pioneers!
For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
Pioneers! O pioneers!
O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneers! O pioneers!
Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas? We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson, Pioneers! O pioneers!
All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O pioneers!
-walt whitmansee the entire poem here.

if you're about to leave my page and not watch that video? shame on you.now don't be too hard on yourself, a light slap on the wrist will do.scroll back up. push play. get lost.



breathe peace.

splurge

hello to you. longtime no talk. seriously. i have been infected with the plague, circling around chopped lungs, coarse throats, and dizzy minds. it's awful. been in and out of what i should be doing, running to and from classes, practicing for thursday's show, and so, without a doubt, the blog is neglected. i do apologize. but, in the next few days, it will be redeemed. promise, promise.

anyway, while i have your attention, or perhaps you are already halfway down the page only looking at pictures, enjoy a repeat. before i really kept up with outfit posts, i did something call "cheap + splurge". if you don't know the rules, they are as follows.

1. one item is expensive and considered the "splurge" item

2. all other items are cheap.

3. all items must make up an attainable and easy-to-do outfit.

it's as simple as that. enjoy.

splurge : tanami boot (acne)

cheap : pleated skinny jean (f21), pondside cardi (anthropologie), wending gloves (anthropologie), bead trim chandelier earrings (f21), simona triangle scarf (f21), and bdg racerback tank (urban).

splurge : erin fetherston silver twisted tulip dress

cheap : cropped feather jacket (topshop), fashion sweater tights (f21), east village studded clutch (lulu's), mixed beaded necklace (f21), princess rhinestone necklace (f21), and alexander mcqueen mint pumps on sale.

splurge : vintage 40s ice blue beaded full skirt (posh girl vintage)

cheap : ballerina autumn cashmere cardigan, monrow violet cotton vine print tshirt, metallic bow feather headband (f21), jessica simpson michaela pumps.

i was featured again on chicisimo.com yesterday. vote and visit it here.

not sure why they chose a blurry picture, but oh well. visit the rest of my looks here, make sure to vote!

this weekend was nothing more than unexpected. old friends, new friends, hugs and kisses. car rides with too much water and too few bathroom breaks. i wish i could tell you more, but i want to keep the memories close and not risk lending them out to those who do not know how significant they are to me. odd, i know. for now, they will remain in my heart.

speaking of heart, where has ours gone?

stumbled across this, and it's hard to look at so just a heads up.

the following photographs are of albatross chicks on midway atoll. midway atoll is a small stretch of coral and sand near the middle of the North Pacific ocean. these nesting babies have stomaches filled with plastic by their parents. soaring over the polluted oceans, they collect what looks like food and bring it back to their young. on this diet, tens of thousands of albatross chicks die from starvation, toxicity, and choking every year.

in these photographs, plastic was not moved, manipulated, arranged, or altered in any way. these are the actual stomach contents of baby birds more than 2,000 miles away from the nearest continent.

visit chris jordan's site to view more pictures of the awful truth.

i will bring up chris jordan again, as i find his photography and journalism to be extremely refreshing. not only in the sense that it is true, but i like his attention to detail in his large scale works about consumerism in the united states. he is based out of seattle, washington and his photography is based off of nothing more than garbage, colors, and order. it is what we have done. he creates a shocking and bold message with a single photograph about the behaviors that we do not think twice about. he does not proclaim his ideas about what the consequences for these actions may be. instead, he leaves it up to interpretation of the viewer.

a nap is needed.

breathe peace.

wall

first off, thank you to weardrobe.com for featuring me again on their site yesterday. they chose the outfit from this post. but, go take a look around, i am such a fan of their site. in the meantime, enjoy the outfit.

photography by the rebel.

wearing jean jumper from h&m, long black sweater from target, blue-jay jacket from francesca's collections, grey knee highs from target, unlisted black velvet ankle boots, and grandma drug store glasses.

i'm not sure why the rebel insists on snapping the camera away while i doodle around, tripping and falling. i end up with lots of pictures like the one above. regardless, we went up to a local park (what's new) and found ourselves the nashville wall of peace. though a bit small for a cause so great, it is still so very unique. each tile is different, mostly decorated by children. really fantastic.

well, i made it! mid-terms are over, excluding litigation and plaintiff speeches that need to be made next week. fall break is official and i am enjoying it already. immediately caught myself up with the hardest sleep ever, followed by the longest shower ever. i know, i know, you don't care. so, in the case of keeping you interested, take a look at some real "wine angels".

14 feet square and 4 stories high, this climate-controlled, glass structure holds 9,865 bottles of fine wine inside the aureole restaurant in las vegas.

inspired from the epic scene in the classic tom cruise movie, "mission impossible", genius Adam D. Tihany designed the structure to hold mechanical hoists for the wine angels. each wine angel is equipped with an intercom for communication and a wine holder. once receiving the order, the wine angel can shoot from the ground floor to the top of the 42 foot tower in ten seconds and retrieve the desired bottle. how crazy is that?

visit their site here.

in the interest that you expect more fashion, enjoy an older video from nylon tv and sienna.

and since i saw the chanel spring summer 2010 ready to wear show, i cannot get lily allen out of my head. and despite the fact that the video is beyond simple, i love it because secretly, i wish i could rewind myself to the time of maybelle carter and sing a song with good ole A.P., help?


off for a drive in the car, for a while.



breathe peace.

drop

hello to you. mid-terms have driven me into a tiny hole in the ground, and i am a tiny bird struggling to keep my toes tapping and cheeks smiling. one more day. i can make it, right?

enjoy the outfit.

photography by the rebel.

wearing brown tweed suspender skirt, white j. crew wide-neck tee, black tights, vintage 80s black jacket, mary jane heels from target, pink embellished beret from boutique here in nashville.

first off, i haven't thanked my followers as a whole in a while. the number continues to grow and i am truly surprised each day at the interest in my odd little life. i do appreciate it, despite it sometimes scaring me.

on another note, i hope everyone is holding their head above water. now is the time of the year when those in school crave a break, our attention shifts to halloween costumes and furry jackets, we forget where we should focus. my bat cave has begun the smothering process and my legs are tired from biking, let alone trying to walk anymore. sides aching, sick of balancing a laptop on my stomach as i drift off to sleep each night. i'm almost embarrassed at how lucky i have been the past week as grades are due, papers are completed, and tests are handed out. someone's looking out for me since all i've been wanting to do is lay in bed and listen to lily allen, be flabbergasted at the outlandish screams of alice glass, and put robert plant and alison krauss's "polly come home" on repeat. complete stupidity has filled me and i am beyond thankful that the fall break is here. i was due for a change of scenery and a joy ride.

the following is the "aqueous" exhibit by mark mawson.

visit his photography site here, look around.

these pictures are done by dropping paint into water and capturing pure still beauty.

how amazing is that? leaves me wanting to dive in and sit a foot away, watching the masterpiece unfold just inches before my eyes. float my hand through the middle and watch the droplets scurry away into their new shapes, molding into rubber formations of motion.

now, before i leave, the following needs to be showed.

disclaimer: the following video is very dumb..

i can only hope that you will

LAUGH AS HARD AS I DID

and find it a brightening point in your day.

she's correct, enough said.

except...is my mind that far in the gutter and surrounded with dirty connotations that i find it almost impossible that no one (NO ONE?!) realized what this product was before releasing the commercial.really?
ps. someone needs to re-introduce slips to the girls around my campus. as fall weather peeks its orange-toned head over the horizon and rustles the crusty leaves off of trees and onto the sidewalk below my feet, girls continue to pull out their jersey dresses in order to cover up and stay warm.yet, i see more jersey material tucked into butt cracks on my way to class than ever before.help?






breathe peace.