i wrote the book - beth ditto

best madonna homage, yet, an amazing song all on its own.

liberation now!

dear ethan/sawyer/mikael/and or joe, 

that beard you've been sporting the last 2 years...well, your girlfriend doesn't want to say this, but she hates the way that porcupine bush pirate feels on her bits. it makes her break out. besides, the ironic look is no longer necessary now that you've added denim keds to your shoe wardrobe. shave, because you look like a total fuck face. 

ps: sorry i drove over your fixie bicycle.

love, alice

terrible angels - charlotte gainsbourg

i'm in the back, far right. i didn't even need a wig.

stencil portrait series: #7

one of the best things to ever come out of a friendship i had at age 19 with a very handsome speed freak was his introduction of russ meyer films. i've only seen a handful, but the 2 that i love and dare say cherish are beyond the valley of the dolls and faster pussycat, kill!...kill! the later, the ultimate race car girl gang. my favorite female character: varla. watch it, you'll see why elvis wanted to make her his own. RIP, tura satana.

i will come back - holy ghost!

stencil portrait series: #6

like really bad pop music that's played so often, you eventually kind of embrace it, i've been slowly digesting the the physical attributes of steven tyler, though with some hesitance. truth be told, he's got great hair. he's a reason i'm playing around with the idea of growing out my bangs finally. alright, in all seriousness, his features are so exaggerated that i was going to make a stencil out of his glorious face. but, as i started dissecting the shapes, i realized, fuck, he's just going to look like kat von d. nothing wrong with that, just not exactly what i want. and with this conclusion, is how i got to gaga. not a fan of her music, don't know that much about her, but i am somewhat fascinated by her rise. i know...it's called marketing. perhaps m.i.a. said it best:
"None of her music’s reflective of how weird she wants to be or thinks she is. She models herself on Grace Jones and Madonna, but the music sounds like 20-year-old Ibiza music, you know? She’s not progressive, but she’s a good mimic."

big mouth - santigold

the breaks - planningtorock

i love this song. this video is not for everyone. if you get "the knife", you'll get this. somewhere, gaga is taking hardcore notes.

worst tattoo. ever.

i admit that i've had a few bad ideas. like when i decided to grow out my arm pit hair this past summer. after 3 weeks of indulgent bohemianism, i showed my friend (a person whom gets electrolysis) my progress. "that is disgusting," she commented. i think she was jealous because all there was to show off was about 10 little, sad, far spaced hairs. it was nothing to be proud of so i shaved them off. then there was last week, when i watched "the help" at my friend's house; no make up except for my liquid eyeliner. i thought it was a feel-good comedy, but just ended up crying off the liner "the crow" style. got a nasty sinus headache that night from blowing my nose so much. side note: i hope viola davis wins an oscar. but those examples are nothing compared with this trophy for all eternity. this guy lost a bet. loser had to take 3 darts, throw them at a "mad-libs" excerpt, and which ever words the darts landed on, he had to get said words tattooed. i wanna say there are no words to describe this. but then again, it's pretty clear: "camel", "mom", and "palm tree". absolute true story, by the way.

things i'm into

i am but a simple person, with simple likes and dislikes. any kind of cheese = like. fruit in my pastries = dislike. anything on the history channel = like. anything with katherine heigl = dislike. see, super simple. here are a few items i like right now.

some people collect 3" plastic dunnies, some people collect broken hearts. i am a collector of all things jacket. this red leather jacket was the cherry find of 2011, and all i had to do was brave black friday. when i was 10 or 11, my dad bought a slim fitted, fire engine red leather jacket (as most people did when "thriller" came out.) i remember he wore it often. once, after working with a gay male client in san francisco, i over heard him tell my mom that said gay complimented my dad on the jacket. i knew that one day, that jacket must be mine. on a recent visit to my parents' house, my mom asked me how that jacket was. i wish i knew. i really do. alas, it was the one that got away.

i got rid of all my faux fur coats right before i moved to nyc. it was just as well. my only closet in my studio apartment back there was no bigger than a california common hallway closet: shallow and thin. so for over a decade, faux fur hasn't existed to me. not until i saw a girl wearing the perfect leopard print coat on a cold winter's night in downtown la a few months ago did i realize that i missed my faux fur. after looking for months at high end and low end stores, i found one i fancy. i plan on wearing this with my red suede, velcro high tops as soon as the weather permits.

i love these shoes. i still haven't broken them in yet, but i plan on it. gonna have to wear them miami vice style: no socks.

this is a treasure. i remember the night i received it like it was yesterday (probably because it was only last month.) it was 3:30 am, i had just bailed my friend out of huntington beach jail (i can just hear her now, griping, "you're mentioning jail? shoot my face!") for the record, that place was a motherfucker to find. i had to call the joint 4 times to find the walkway. thought they were pranking me with their crumby directions - crap punishment, guilt by association, i say. after driving her to her car which was left where they arrested her, (less than a mile from her house; bummer luck) she came to my drivers' side window, a box in hand. "hey, i think you might like this," she said, as she handed it to me. i opened the box, to see another box within another box, then finally, this lovely pocket watch. maybe it was the half bag of snickers minis and the bottle of spring water i greeted her with as she walked out free from the other side of the jail ward, or the fact that i just lost my bail bond virginity at approximately 2 am tuesday morning, or that time served in prison really effects you; whatever the reason, she presented me such a cool time piece that i love, a giving gesture that oddly goes hand in hand forever with an unforgettable event associated with the bailing out of a city inmate.

late in the season: how to make a boxy tee girly in 7 minutes

when i started my first day of volunteer work, i was handed a standard, oversized, boxy men's tee as part of the "uniform". i immediately asked the trainer,"can i cut this up?" for which she simply replied,"no." bummer. as if wearing a uniform for free grueling work isn't bad enough, to have to work thru it with an unflattering one is even worse. yes, i'm contributing to society and giving back and that should make it all worth it, etc, etc; but those type of stiff shirts just make every woman's waist look nonexistent (and worse) in public. ok, so this particular shirt got spared the scissors but what about the other ones in your closet? like the one you stole from your brother because it had a cute graphic but when you cut off the sleeves and neck, it still looked like a sack on you? well, here's my solution on how to femme it up, though i know it's late in the season. apologies. just throw on a cardigan if it gets chilly.

step 1: get your mitts on a boxy tee, cut off the sleeves and the neck banding.

step 2: turn it inside out. on both sides, mark in about a 3/4"-1" from the outer top armhole and curve it into the bottom of the armhole. you can guesstimate the shape, but you must keep it smooth. the point is to take off a little more fabric at the shoulder points to make the top less bulky. match the front and back armholes of the garment til flush. now trim with a sharp pair of scissors.

step 3: see where the red arrows point? on both sides at this shoulder area, you're going to cut along the seam, opening up the garment.

(this is what you want.)

 step 4: twist once only the front shoulder panel piece. the direction is up to you. pin it into place.

step 5: sew it up. i just hand sew it. takes less time than to set up a machine.

step 5: turn it inside out and this is what you get. it's now slimmed down at the shoulder/neck area, giving it a better drape and silhouette. what was going to be an awkward muscle tee is now a tanky-hybrid. now go liberate the other thought-to-be-useless tees in your closet. give them a second chance.

things i'm into

when i was 19, i met my first adult best friend. what i mean by that is: we met outside of growing up together on the school playground, or thru our parents' group of friends. her name was helena and at that crucial time of figuring out who you are, who you want to be, we had each other. in typical best friend-lore, she was the prettier one and all the guys loved her. (remember before the internet, there used to be a section in the paper called "missed connections" and it always went like: you: hot girl. me: boy with hat. saw you at the cafe, you looked at me when you walked by..." well, a guy wrote her one of those.) it didn't hurt that she was tall, thin, and looked like and dressed like justine frischmann at the same time elastica exploded onto the scene. she was kind, loving, loyal, yet equally manipulative and passive aggressive. today, one might refer to her as a "mean girl". you know that friend that shows up on your doorstep with a box of tylenol cold and flowers, then tells you,"take 2 of these and get dressed. we're going out." that was her, and saying no at that point would have been some kind of friend-treason with plenty of ugly silence from her later. this went on for a few years.

eventually, i moved to nyc while she decided to take the side of an ex of mine; in short, i've never seen nor heard from her since. i recently found a ring that she gave me from when we were closest and was shocked to find it still fits the same finger as it did more than 15 years ago. "here, i want you to have this. i've got a matching one in blue," she said as she handed it to me. it was the first time anyone ever gave me a matching ring.

courtesy of helena.

this ring was at one time someone's spoon back in the day. there's an amazing vendor on market street in san francisco that makes these. i first bought a ring from him about 15 years ago when i went to school in san francisco. was so happy to see he was still there when i stopped by a few months ago and picked this up.

they look nice when worn together.

did i mention i love gold nuggets?

i love these john fluevog boots. don't bother trying to locate them. i got the 2nd to last pair. i know they look a little gothtard leprechaun but i swear not at all when you put them on. 

my favorite quote of the week

this past week was full of quotes. from my mom's sheer excitement from her first brewing experience ("my kombucha is growing a mother!") to a waitress's big mouth ("mr., your daughter sure is TALL.") to an elderly cashier woman's suspicious wonderment comparing 2 one hundred dollar bills ("where did you get this hundred? it looks lighter than the one in my drawer.") this one, however, was the cherry. going out of town truly makes one appreciate their home sweet home.

the kills at henry fonda

one friend shot this, the other edited. it's on nylon's website. my friends are geniuses <3 copy/paste the vimeo link.

http://vimeo.com/24638253

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i want to do a series of portraits. here's the first one, hopefully more to come if i can get my hands on my friends' photos with their permission...um, possibly without...

all these things about me you never can tell

darling buds, veruca salt, and velocity girl if they had a baby...

stencil portrait series: #5

she has my blessing.

stencil portrait series: #4

yeah, this one is directed at your bff's boyfriend. you know, the "straight" one...the one who stole her jean cut offs and vintage capezios to boot. him. yeah, you know who else he ripped off? the unabomber. i don't know when i'll do this one, the weather is crap. but if you live near echo park or silver lake, please indeed take this as your own. you seem to have a nasty infestation over there.

stuff i'm into right now

i know you wanted a stencil today. i did too. i ran my latest portrait subject by someone who thought it was a little bit un-PC and that i might get doubly in trouble if i get caught with it. ugh. better judgement, damn you. don't get me wrong, i'm still working on the image, just not sure if i'll do it or not. so as i mill around the idea, here are a couple of things i'm into.

sinful colors - gogo girl #852. at first, i wasn't feeling this red. it's not a blue red as i like. it's more of a magnum p.i. ferrari red. but after it was set on my nails a few hours, i noticed that although it's a tad fuschia, it's actually really flattering. my skin looks remarkably pale against it, which is not a bad thing at all. it feels very springy and youthful, in fact. a great change from the midnight blue i've been wearing as of late. you can get this at any drugstore (i got mine at rite aid.)

do you like random ceramic goods? i do! i got this kitty bowl at marukai on artesia. they have the best selection of inexpensive ceramics as well as random japanese food stuffs. this was $2. yay.

alas, i'm using its tummy to store my rings. did someone say purrrfect? (sorry.)

stencil portrait series: #3

of course, one has to be of madge.