Fashion Week SS 2009

Nicole Miller

Erin Featherston

Ruffian

Rock and Republic

Koi Suwannagate

who doesn't want to be loved?

surprise sometime
I'll come around
surprise sometime
I'll come around
I will surprise you sometime
I'll come around
I will surprise you sometime
I'll come around
when you're down

Nadia Flower

Can't figure it out. Its impossible. The story of my life.

xanga post

because of certain circumstances today has been depressing. being invited to a picnic, two house warming parties, and a cookout but unable to go because i just had to collide with a lawnmower.

things could be worse, things could be worse.

man on wire

comes out at the drexel grandview today: beautiful!

(thanks wikipedia):

Man on Wire is a 2008 documentary film directed by James Marsh. The film chronicles Philippe Petit's 1974 high-wire walk between the Twin Towers of New York's World Trade Center.

On August 7, 1974, shortly after 7:15 a.m., Petit stepped off the South Tower and onto his 3/4" 6×19 IWRC steel cable. The 24-year-old Petit made eight crossings between the still-unfinished towers, a quarter mile above the sidewalks of Manhattan, in an event that lasted about 45 minutes. During that time, in addition to walking, he sat on the wire, gave knee salute and, while lying on the wire, spoke with a gull circling above his head.

Port Authority Police Department Sgt. Charles Daniels, who was dispatched to the roof to bring Petit down, later reported his experience:

I observed the tightrope 'dancer'—because you couldn't call him a 'walker'—approximately halfway between the two towers. And upon seeing us he started to smile and laugh and he started going into a dancing routine on the high wire....And when he got to the building we asked him to get off the high wire but instead he turned around and ran back out into the middle....He was bouncing up and down. His feet were actually leaving the wire and then he would resettle back on the wire again....Unbelievable really....[E]verybody was spellbound in the watching of it.^[2]

He was finally persuaded by police officers to give himself up after he was warned that a police helicopter would come to pick him off the wire. Petit was worried that the wind from the helicopter would knock him off the wire, so he decided it was time to give up. He was arrested once he stepped off the wire. The police – provoked by his taunting behaviour while on the wire – handcuffed him behind his back and roughly pushed him down a flight of stairs. This he later described as the most dangerous part of the stunt.^[3]

His audacious high wire performance made headlines around the world. When asked why he did the stunt, Petit would say "When I see three oranges, I juggle; when I see two towers, I walk."

doing the nasty

so ive been on a pretty good run with eating healthy until about a month ago. i was packing my lunch with healthy protein filled bars and peanut butter sandwiches and apples and salads and i felt great! then, the moment i didnt have time to create these spectacular healthful packages for myself i resorted to the bad, but delicious fast food. hounddogs, pancakes, and especially taco bell. speaking of taco bell, i went there last week out of pure hunger with larry. he bought me the 89 cent 1/2 lbs burrito. it was everything it was supposed to be: meaty, greasy, cheesey, saucy, and filling. after finishing it off, and being satisfied, my stomach began yelling at me. if there was a stomach translator is the area they would translate my grumbles and gurgles to : "for 89 cents you did this to me, you stupid bitch. if you spent 10 more cents you could have AT LEAST gotten a few shreds of lettuce!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!". And now that im on my "summer break" and not running around all day, if i continue this awful, yet delicious, track of unhealthy food, i will probably be a blimp. but thank goodness for my new obsession with bike riding or i would be one right now. thanks bike that i am trying to get rid of, thanks!

MSTRKRFT

is going to be at BOMA on Oct 9th!!!


sweet jesus, yes


funny video to "Paris"


i love techno

schooooooooooools out for...........a month........

ah two weeks left of this minuscule "summer break" but when this magnificent month comes along you bet your bottom dollar that i will be drunk doing everything on this list:

bike riding

dance parties

andy warhol museum/pittsburgh (who's comin?)

baking delicious things

ZOOMBEZIIIIIII!!!!!!!

and sleeping

if you would like to join me in any of these activities or have some of your own that you think i would like to partake in, please let me know asap......PLEASE

you ass is GLASS

For those of you who don't know, Dale Chihuly is pure brilliance. Take a trip to the Columbus museum of art and check out his piece in the garden, or hop to the concervatory again in the garden, OR i suggest going to hawk galleries where glass is the name of the game and beautiful glass pieces are on display for you to gawk at!










also at hawk galleries is Lino Tagliapieta. when i saw his work i about dropped dead. the beauty and the delicacy of this fine artform from someone who started it all is a sight to be seen.

wonderland

im trying to move in a different direction with my artwork and APAK is definitely inspiring me with their colors and materials:

super kuawii!

a lil sumpthin' to brighten up your day.........

She&Him

video to "why do you let me stay here"



if this doesnt make you laugh then.........you have no soul

pale blue eyes

On September 13th the Wexner Center presents Robert Forster's Velvet Underground Tribute..........just in time for the Andy Warhol Gallery Opening. It doesnt matter that someone is covering the velvet underground i just want to hear the velvet underground songs live, just to get a taste/dream about what it would have been like to really see them play.


The more and more i listen to Pale Blue Eyes the more i love it and its lyrics and its melody and its emotion and its vibrations and its longevity and its simplicity and its complexity and its rawness.

It was good what we did yesterday.
And I'd do it once again.
The fact that you are married,
Only proves, you're my best friend.
But it's truly, truly a sin.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.
Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

lack of sleep

a lot of people i know that get lack of sleep simply CANNOT fall asleep. but once they do, they sleep for hours. I, on the other hand, will fall asleep like a brick but wake up at the butt crack of dawn and start my day. i try and try to fall back asleep but once i open my eyes my body needs to get movin'. (not really moving, but like getting some cereal and shit). its not like i work out in the morning, or have to work (except for class at 8:30) but even on my off days i will wake up at 6:45 AM and curse the heavens as i get on my computer and lolly-gag until around 9:30 where my stomach is yelling at me. i should just drink four beers every night so im good and drunk, pass out (no problem there) and wake up around 9 AM. it never ceases to amaze me that i will wake up at 9 AM when im drunk. Its like an alcoholic alarm clock........the bodyworks in weird, yet, amazing ways. one of the top 5 things i want to do in life is sleep in past 10 am and be able to do a beer bong. k bye.

Sweeeet Tooth

im getting this tattooed on my back

Guilty Pleasures: Music

Many of us have guilty pleasures; food, tv shows, movies but my most grandest wonderful guilty pleasure is in music. I believe everyone has that one "horrible" band they love to listen to that is traditionally the bad apple in their barrel of amazing music (not saying i have to best record collection but you know what i mean). So...................Fuck, I'll just say it, I LOVE ABBA! i can't NOT love them. Being from Russia and having a very extended Russian family, that love for the band is in my blood. By the time i was 7 years old i knew every word Dancing Queen, Mama Mia, S.O.S, and so many more. During those years i didnt know the difference between bad music or good so my naive, innocent mind wasnt corrupted yet by the public debauchery of ABBA. During my early teenage years, trying to be the most indie/hippie/cool/"i knew this band before they got popular" teen, i completely forgot all about where i came from. I was full of angst, thought my family was embarrassing, and never showed my true colors while trying to be something i really wasnt . Then one day as my mom, dad, and i drove to chicago for a russian extravaganza (basically a huge party full of close russian family and friends held as many timesa year as possible) we put in an ABBA cd. The first song was Dancing Queen and as the car filled with music and sounds i began to remember my childhood. Dancing in my parents room with my dad and mom singing the songs and me jumping on the bed pretending i was "the" dancing queen, made me smile so much and miss those care-free times when nothing really mattered to me except that music. I really started to realize how happy it made my parents and me, just in that small 7 hour drive, no fighting, no yelling, just singing. Later on that night when we arrived at the party, excuse me, extravaganza; we ate, drank, talked, and most of all danced. Its not a russian party until ABBA comes on, honestly. "S.O.S" came on and everyone left their tables and got on the lenolium dance floor with about two strobe lights in a barely dimmed room we all came together and danced away. Hearing the room fill with russian accents singing ABBA made me feel so great and i accepted this as just another part of my culture. Like food, there are a lot of russian foods that i know my friends would never accept into their lives, usally foods i love. So i add this into a new category of things that represent my family, culture, and most of all, who i am. I will always love ABBA and the Beatles, for i grew up with these two bands and will never forget where i came from.

Domingo Alaya!

i want those all over my walls