Alexander Wang and Erin Wasson at Opening Ceremony
It's a picnic at Cobrasnake!
I smell a DIY. Studding my cheap blazer turned out to be more difficult than I thought it would be but I think it was only my fault. I kept poking through the blazer and into my fingers. Lets just say its a good thing the blazer is black and not any lighter color. Ah well, it was all worth it.
The current homepage of models.com
Can you find your favorites? I spy Anna, Magdalena, Tasha, Anja, Ali, Olga, Enika, Edita, and Maryna. Who do you see?
Fall seems to have come early in the city of Chicago. I find myself bundled on the 60degree August day. This can only be bad news. I love autumn. It is probably my favorite season, but when fall comes winter follows (that is generally how it works) and I hate winter. Hate. Ah well, to live is to experience winter.
Currently writing: Elephant review. It is slowly making me hate independent films. Slowly but surely.
On a far less sorrowful note, I need that bomber and T in the last picture. To. Die. For.
Kaya Scodelario who plays Effy
Skins last night was A-mazing. This season had been lackluster and then they came on full force with episode four. The characters are really developing. I felt their pain: sympathy, empathy...all of it. I actually pity anyone who missed it. Can't wait until Thursday.
P.S. I would kill someone for Effy's boots that she wore throuout last night's episode.
P.P.S. Doesn't the styling of the above picture look like DSquared last season. Coffee cup and all.
Sept. Vogue 2009 ft. Jordan, Sasha, Caroline, Lily, Daria, Heidi, Isabelli, Liya, Coco, Raquel, Natasha, and Karlie.
I like my men musical, multi tasking, a little bit dirty, and preferably a brothers Followill.
Seventy's glamour at its finest. Bianca Jagger by Andy Warhol.
I wish I could go back to the days of Studio 54 with an oversized fox fur, a leopard mini dress, killer platforms and gold excessories.
Ah, the beauty and illusions of a blatantly white ensemble. Afterthought: I want her hair.
The perfect cat eye is pretty much my everyday goal, even when no eye liner would be more appropriate.
He spoke a script
dipped in the sort
and taught a major
It's all a trick,
the slicks back slimey arms have got a water wage
He's got a laugh like a crackling wire
and he wants to put the bite marks on you,
he wants to put the bite marks on you
And you twist my guts
As the only thing that's worth having that as invitations
are his excuses and he said
I am the conductor, put me in the terror pocket
He's in a splint
master in a crafty squint ????? respectable.
Drop a dirty hint if he thinks that he couldn't press you would be unacceptable.
And he has searched through all the pages with his fingers
and covered them with goooooo!
And he wants to put the bite marks on you,
he wants to put them on you and it hurts my back!
thats the only thing that took ?? adoration
is the danger that it lies on its own
and the spill
and it frightened me to death when he said
I am the conductor, put me in the terror pocket
Cos' to give me a ticket to a competition!
and i don't know how the odds are stacked
as he's rolling out the running track.
Festival beauties
Will you see Taking Woodstock? Despite my light love for Emile Hirsch, I think it's a DVD kind of movie.
This is a continuation of my post last week regarding my new combat boots (she was wearing the same ones in a window sill in white...remember?), and I find myself wondering how is it that I don't know who this girl is?