I’ve been following the ladies of Aussie brand Di$count since the beginning, and am so pumped about their growth and success. Nadia and Cami’s line reflects the shiny universe of glam rock wildcats and the photos taken during their Melbourne Fashion Week presentation have me *squealing*. Watching talent you’ve followed bud before your eyes is a pleasure and a joy. Marvel at the bad bitches and the world they’ve created!
Hold on. Let’s go again.
I’m really shallow so by now I would’ve already bought a copy, but I will disperse some more information for people who don’t make literary purchases based on blue lipstick.
Here lies a reflection on privilege, diamonds, vacancy, star power, loneliness, fame whores and the cracks within the Hollywood Hills. Kate’s presence is like an expected spurt of silly string; colorful and wild. Support her and grab a copy of her latest!
To continue the Los Angeles narrative, I’m sharing images of LA-based artist Elena Stonaker. I am absolutely in awe of the wearable creations she’s developed and I hope you are as inspired by her work as I am!
I absolutely love my apartment in LA. It has everything: hardwood floors throughout, tons of sunlight, a view of the Griffith Observatory (which looks beautiful all lit up at night), a dishwasher, separate bath tub and glass shower, a pool, laundry in the building, plenty of wall space, and I couldn’t think of a more convenient location. I am slowly but surely starting the decorating process (those photos to come) but I’m really excited to settle in and make a home for myself. It’s time.
Some of the neighborhood architecture. It’s a majestic fairy world, basically, with flowers and lush forest dwelling trees. Well, that combined with Thai Town, sleazy motels and homeless schizophrenics. That’s what I love about LA: the combination of hyper-light and the dark undertones.
My friend Caitlin and I went to an event at USC called “Friends, Bitches, Countrymen: Feminist Poetics.” Of course, it was wildly inspiring and it featured one of my favorite poets whom I’ve mentioned on my blog before, Danielle Pafunda. Girl ain’t messing around! She got poke and stick tattooed while she read in her bra. All the contributors were huge talents with big voices and bigger hearts. Moved me.
Happy the Boston Terrier
One of my favorite days here took place at The Huntington Botanical Gardens in Pasadena. The lovely Rose McGowan suggested this as a location (because I was doing some portraits of her) and I couldn’t have picked a better backdrop myself. It is truly too marvelous to describe with vocabulary- do yourself a favor and google image (or if you’re in California, go visit).
Speaking of photo shoots, yesterday model/actor Harry Hains and I went to collaborate around the city. Seriously, look at that face. He’s so striking and has such a cool, interesting look- none of that wax n’ wash, bleach-teethed daytime cheese. We started out, well, getting lost- but it was well worth it because we drove through Bel-Air in the most picturesque weather one could envision. I pretended I was Fresh Prince and then got sad Uncle Phil died. We headed up near Mulholland Dr. and Lookout Mountain overlooking the entire city from the hills and were in awe of the views, at the massive possibilities in front of us. Then we drove to Culver City and shot on a Little League field and ate hot dogs and french fries at the park. He was so excited to experience first hand Americana (he’s Aussie) and we felt like we were in our own 1950′s small-town. It was a mostly unplanned adventure and those are always the best kind.
Aside from getting my apartment together and starting my life out here, I’ve been wandering with friends, grabbing bites at places like authentic Vegan Ethiopian joints and Boba tea houses. TARO TEA IS MY NEW PRIME CHOICE FOR BUBBLE TEA. ALERT! ALERT!
Images from my recent photo shoots to come, and more interesting pictures of what’s going on around town from my actual DSLR and not my shitty instagram pictures.
Over the past couple of years, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. And what I’ve discovered is that all that thinking seems to dig me further into the dirt rather than connecting me to actual trials and tribulations. What am I going to DO? What should I pursue full-time? Should I pursue just one thing full-time? And then I wind up exhausting myself with worry.
So, I’m going. I’m doing. Because I have to. It’s time to get all Frank Underwood and “Take it!”
A big question we all face is where we want to build our lives. For a long time, New York City seemed to be the answer; and I still love it, it’s a large piece of my heart. But I learned that it’s not an environment that’s healthiest toward my well-being. The astronomical cost of living, congestion, filth, transportation by subway trains and stations, lack of a connection to nature, ceaseless harassment I experienced walking everywhere, nepotism and the long, harsh winters took a toll on me both emotionally and physically. I learned that I enjoy the city much more when I can visit and get the most out of my time there rather than being suffocated by it.
Los Angeles has the balance I seek: beautiful weather (which I believe plays a huge part in how we feel), a large circle of great friends, the entertainment industry, a booming art scene, beaches, hills, valleys, flowers, creative weirdos, like-minded individuals with similar passions, environmental/health/spiritual outlets and comfortable living. Also, lots of great cafes, places to eat, bars, parks, museums, galleries, nightlife, etc. It’s a place that sort of has it all, but you can find peace and quiet and solitude when you crave it.
This weekend was “Time Traveler’s Weekend” at the Florida Renaissance Festival: the garments and decorum were Steam Punk influenced. I hadn’t been to a Renaissance Festival since I was in middle school and wanted to be in “The Craft”, but it was a fun-filled weekend amongst social outcasts that drink out of goblets.
Some of the things I found at the Renaissance Faire: Olde English comedians, glass blowers, archery, giant turkey legs (OF COURSE), fairies, crafts, clothing, beer, jewelry, medieval costumes, blacksmithing, jousting, traveling villages, poetry, art, pottery, harpists, friendly characters, birds of prey live in action and drunk middle-aged men.
Quiet Waters Park was just beautiful over the weekend
At the end of each day, there is a sing-along that takes place with everyone on the grounds. It’s a great way to see all the colorful characters that sprawl across the landing. I’m really jealous I don’t know the words to the concluding song, but I waved my hands around and uttered some “errrrs” to pretend like I was in on it.
One recurring face that stuck out to me was “The Green Man”. Apparently, there are different versions of The Green Man according to location. Here’s what I’ve learned about this mystical, leafy, face: The Green movement and the women’s movement have picked up on the scientific Gaia hypothesis, which suggests that the planet Earth is a single living organism. The next stage of the ecological revolution begins with the reawakening of the male counterpart of the Goddess, the Green Man, and archetype found in folklore and religious art from the earliest times, and especially linked with Christian origins of modern science. Long suppressed, the archetype emerges now to challenge us to heal our relationship with nature. He’s a Pagan friend, and this beautiful wall art hails from Sugar Loaf, NY’s (That has the be the cutest name for a town): Garden Gothic
Fashions by American Gold for Spanish Moss
My top 5 favorite NYFW shows are as follows:
+ With all the media attention on Woody Allen and the Farrow women, this is perhaps the best essay I have ever read about sexual abuse: Woody Allen is Not a Monster. He is a Person. Like My Father.
+ After one of the best actors who ever lived died [Phillip Seymour Hoffman], Russell Brand wrote this insightful look into addiction: My Life Without Drugs
+ Marissa Nadler is one of my favorite vocalists and her records mean so much to me. She just premiered a new video “Was it a Dream” exclusively on Refinery 29 from her latest album July
+ A beautiful note my friend Jason Nash wrote about his wife on Valentine’s Day
+ As much as I adore fashion design, I have an extreme distaste toward the politics and bullshit of the industry: Jamie writes a hilarious look into his fashion week experience
+ Some thoughts on: the censorship of nipples
I’ve been catching up on recent movie releases and tv series. Seriously, there’s almost no point in watching anything other than HBO or Netflix shows at this point. Also, is this the year of Matthew McConaughey? I always thought he was an ab-flashing tool (can’t say that I still don’t) but he is in fact a super talented one. Jared Leto’s performance in Dallas Buyer’s Club made me scream multiple times because he was so P-E-R-F-E-C-T in the role: It was giving me a complex as he’s been my dream man since the days of Jordan Catalano yore!
From top to bottom L to R: House of Cards, True Detective, Dallas Buyer’s Club, HER.
And now for some tunes! Lee Ranaldo: Between the Times and the Tides, Marnie Stern: The Chronicles of Marnia, Experimental Aircraft: Third Transmission, The Black Belles: The Black Belles, Dum Dum Girls: Too True, Young Prisms: In Between
Beautiful Ugly 3.1 Phillip Lim shoes from Bergdorf’s