RIP VINCE BOCCHINI

`Damn it. I already miss you Vince.

Guest Blogging at The Beauty's Spot!

My good friend Laurie has enlisted me, oh so graciously, to write up makeup and product on her FABULOUS blog The Beauty's Spot! So far I've gushed about the Chanel Mousse Confort cleansing cream (which is seriously awesome, by the way) and RAVED about the new Chanel Noirs Obscur F/W make up collection. Check them out!

muse mag

could be a shitstorm, could be a godsend

audrey tautou as coco chanel pre-chanel house. hmmm. if nothing else, i'm super stoked they picked audrey to play her. let's hope they've got some directorial balls as to the true natures of coco. it'd be a real shame if they don't include her sexuality.

ALL MY HEROES ARE DYING.

personal icons.

Both Jane and Serge have provided me with inspiration over the years. I have a pretty hardcore obsession with 1960s France.

sophomore fall 09

shut. up. someone just give me some cash, k? seriously. i work really damn hard. i totally am gagging for that leather skirt. i have a sophomore tee that i could live in. the damn thing is super soft and comfy and loose in all the right ways.

james mountford

sick. sick, sick, sick.

Hospital Light Is SO Unflattering, Dah-lings!

UGH. FUCKING DOUBLE UGH. I spent all of Sunday and most of Monday in the emergency room for pain, loss of hearing, vertigo, nausea, and a whopper more's worth of shit. I am not a happy kid, kids. I have a ton of ebay shits to take care of, and lemme tell you, the buyers don't care about the seller, they care about the package and time to destination. Don't get me wrong, I love my customers, but I know its hard to wait for something you've only imagined in person. In any case, it's one of those weeks that everything comes crashing down around me and I feel sort of strangled by circumstances beyond my control. Anyone who has gone deaf probably knows what I'm talking about...it's as if someone is covering my ears. Scary stuff. Where's the capital F for Faith? I'm working on it, slowly but surely, I'm trying. My heart was all fucked up last night too...irregular and sudden, lots of pressure on my chest. So here's some photos of my shit I was going to post, might as well still do it.

there is some sort of light flashing at the end of the tunnel, isn't there?

So, I've really worn the same types of clothing for as long as I can remember, been a punk rocker for ages, so the whole Rodarte and bondage inclusion into fashion is something I have ABSOLUTELY no defense against. Yum~!

late summer honesty, depression, sometime inspiration.

So I usually try to keep it fairly impersonal on here, which I think ends up costing me in regularity of posting. Trying to manufacture depth in posts on things (operative word) which interest me when I'm carrying a rather heavy load personally can be more than I can bear. So, here you go-
Lately (and by lately I mean the last couple of years, up to right now) I've been having some pretty serious medical problems. Surgeries, illnesses, lots of mysterious symptoms, new diagnosis, etc. It sucks. There's plenty of eloquent ways I could illustrate this but really, when you're this out of gas physically, it sucks is about as poetic as you get. In any case, I still stay current with art, music, fashion, film, and literature as much as possible. Sometimes I find myself getting more depressed instead of cheered up by all of it because the sheer enormity of my everyday life has so much BS in it. Not that I'm ungrateful, mind you, I'm not, it's just that the shy glimpses we get of designer's lives, artist's lives, etc, are so narrowed down to a "just so" photoshoot of perfection and hope. At least to me. So in that vein, I was reading and envying Sophomore designer Chrissie Miller's lovely abode and wardrobe on Elle.com and thought I'd fill you in. I'd love it if something in my life was white and clean besides hospitals. Here's to that in the future.

going blind.

sick as hell.

yeah. so more on that title later. suffice it to say, I am a hot mess. it's getting a little old, darlings. I'm really tired of being ill and getting tests, giving blood, getting cut on. ugh. here's the boudoir.

no frontin'

crass. still the fucking best.

sharon tate event

on august ninth there will be a multi media event memorializing the 40th anniversary of Sharon Tate's murders. she was such a freaking beauty. and please, roman polanski? gorgeous. talented. an utter hollywood tragedy.

inspiration.

punk as fuck. say what you want about the legitimacy of sid vicious' role as a musician, there's never been any doubt as to MM's eye for a good looking stick up kid. he certainly got more than he could handle in this lad here. to be honest, sid and nancy is still pretty much my favorite movie, and certainly shaped my future fashion predilections. i owned the great rock n roll swindle as my first piece of vinyl and pretty much never looked back from there. he's just a fucking glorious mess. love him. love it all.

so addicted.

I'm sick, so I've been indulging myself. Here are some seriously covetable items on the ole ebay. I just scored a pair of silver studded buckle vintage Donald Pliner boots, a pair of Doc's which I'm just turning around and re-selling, a pair of vintage 70s riding pants, a liberty floral ruffled mini dress, a Margiela Line 6 sweatshirt, a Moschino tee, some new buckle boots, and a load of vintage scrap to make new jewelry!



Then of course there's what I'm coveting this week.

Baudelaire!

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The newest addition to my little canine familia! He was a rescue, who was found wandering alone in the woods at ten weeks old. I opened my house to him because I have no willpower, haha!

032c Magazine

super so good. this agyeness denn spread is sickeningly gorgeous, and also makes me happily celebrate my smaller chestiness with pride. yeah. oh the hotness. check out this unreal bi-annual mag 0n cerebral contemporary culture here.

buzzcocks call it boreDUMB.

some tidbits from my wandering around this weekend doing research, as usual. Chloe Sevigny looking fucking adorable, as usual. that ellery shot is sick.