Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

dr(i)ss to impr(i)ss

dress is a self expression.
-a reminder of
me
myself
& (i).

dress s’an outward impression.
s’an outward reflection
s’an outward communication
of what (i) feel inside.



it’s not ‘bout what you wear,
or who it’s by.
NO
it’s about dressing for you;
wear only what catches your eye.



(i) wear what (i) want.
it feeds my inner-child.
(i) wear what (i) want.
it makes me free.
it makes me wild.



when (i) was just a tyke,
(i) lived in candid bliss.
my dress was uninhibited.
i’d always dr(i)ss to impr(i)ss.



(i) refuse to forget my rug-rat sense of stylin’,
t’was always quirky
t’was always gamine
t’was always beguilin’.



these days, my garb’s about the same.
(maybe a bit more sophisticated)
‘s more cheeky
‘s more complex
but never unduly complicated.

wear what you will
will what you wear
forget those damn heels
and just put a flower in your hair.

(try to make me write a damn creative essay for socio-cultural aspects of clothing, and this is what i spit out in retaliation)

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Friday, April 10, 2009

this ones for you


i love you like peanut butter loves jelly.
i like to come over, even when your kitchen is smelly.

i miss you like thelma misses louise.
you are the carrots; i am the peas.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

outta the blue

No. 1
you see
and seem
like me.
how swell
this all
might be.
i think
it could work.
but wait--
...maybe not.
cause i like cold.
and you like hot.

No. 2

{connected
expected
detected
rejected}

No. 3

i like to imagine
'bout you.
i like to imagine
'bout me.
i like to imagine
imagine.
imagine.
'bout how things maybe might be.

No. 4

lets play in the rain
its coming coming!
.
.
.
came.
so quick things go
act consciously and fast
because before you know
yer 6 feet under the grass

No. 5
don't never grow up.
{at least not all the way}
then you can live like peter-pan
and groove like elvis press-lay.
all day.
all. day
.all day

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

today is one of those "i-feel-like-a-big-deflated-balloon" days. Ya know what i mean?

A HORRIBLE HOROSCOPE

The present position of the planets scatters your treasures, and needles at your feelings, making you feel unsettled. There may be some tough forces questioning your most cherished dreams, dear Sagittarius. Be careful of confronting someone who wants to poke holes in your idealistic worldview. You could end up feeling like a giant balloon that is slowly deflating because of the pinholes that have been pricked in you. You would prefer to withdraw and stay locked away in your own silence, but you can't help feeling excited at the promise of someone new entering your life. They won't approach quietly. They will appear and surprise you with the way they swiftly find the key to your heart. Do whatever you can to avoid the aggressive emotions working to bring you down. Don't let them.


{tommorows gotta be better.}

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

primordial photoshop





{the cottingley fairy hoax of 1917}

salad days



uneasy on the eyes


OH URBAN. HERE WE GO.
I love that you are trying to transform mundane khakis into trendy hot pants,
but its just not happening...
no
no
no
{if you disagree and wanna get your hands on these one-of-a-kind warlocks, click here. i won't judge.}

Sunday, April 5, 2009

In Case You Are Interested:


1. Scottish? If so, find out about our heritage at the Scottish American Center. Who knew Minnesota was so culturally conscious...

2. The University of Minnesota is looking for cocaine users to undergo brain scans for a study...could be fun. Call 612.239.3608 for details.

slumdog? naw. children dressed like gods? yesh.






Friday, April 3, 2009

this week i...

-ate ants on a log.
-fell asleep with the lights on.
-harmonized.
-scrutinized.
-organized.
-hypothesized.
-was mesmerized.
-finally felt inspired again.
-made snappy snaps & clappy claps.
-made jewelry.
-made money.
-cried a little.
-had butterflies in my stomach.
-did it anyway.
-saw a zebra.
-saw a cute boy.
-walked and talked.
-felt understood.
-felt like dancing.
-was photographed in contorted positions.
-was sexiled.
-had a muffin in the morning.
-wrote a blog post at 3 a.m.
-needed more sleep than i got.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

say it and it will be

a machine spat this out at me...it sums me up like arithmetic.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

and he is french.

yep.
yer spot on.
these sure do tug at me.





emmanuel polanco. look.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

jewlery making 'til the witching hour

the fruits of our labor:

{ by h.p. }

{ by h.p. }

{ fer J.A.N. }








{ these creations MAY be making an appearance at A. Michele on Selby Ave. in St. Paul }