Just Suck Your Teeth

Halloween Is On the Way!

A classic:



I'm excited for Halloween! I'm going to be an owl. I tried out some owl/feather type kind of makeup situation, and I need your opinion!




Please, don't be shy. Some example responses:

1) Girl, you look more like a tree than an owl!

2) I'm so distressed that I won't be in New Orleans on H.Ween to see you rock this.

3) Honeychild, even if you hipster-ify it, the makeup they wore in KISS is terrible.

4) Bitch you ain't no kind of owl. Shit.

5) I wanna be on you.

One Hand in the Air for the Big City

British artist Stephen Wiltshire is currently attempting to draw the Manhattan skyline from memory. since Monday October 26th. Wiltshire began filling in an 18 foot canvas at the Pratt institute, Brooklyn. The drawing is expected to be complete by Friday. You can follow his progress through the live webcam here.



Wiltshire, diagnosed with autism at the age of three, displays an unusually powerful photographic memory that he has applied to rendering city scapes. He can look at the subject of his drawing once and reproduce it accurately with photographic detail, down to the exact number of columns or windows on a building. He memorizes their shapes, locations and the architecture.

>>via peepingtomfoolery

this is a test of your magazine publishing system. do not be alarmed.

I Love Rupert Grint

The Door Test

Dorrie The Witch

I had these books when I was little and they were so good, her cat's name was Gink!

Yes, Please

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In other news, Lookbook is the most annoying thing ever because you can't post the looks uploaded anywhere else, and I had a bunch to show!

Here they are though, if you have the patience.
H&M coat, hand knitted scarf
Watermelon Vans, red taffeta jacket and green hoodie
Leopard print tights and a beanie
Ripped up tights and a beanie
San Marina boots, C&A dress, and H&M leather jacket
Vintage cape with a hood

I think they're inspiring, but you guys might not like them at all.

Ok! I'm off!

Cliff

Giorgio Armani

Karl Lagerfeld

Valentino Garavani

phlegm

p.s did yooooooou know he is dating this grill?

Fall Is Here!

Today its 63 degrees! That means I can wear tights and hats and scarves and go outside without sweating my face off. And, it means that I've got a whole new list of songs I listen to. Some of the best:

Toby Take a Bow - Casiotone for the Painfully Alone


A Star is Born - Jay-Z


Alive ft. Ratatat - Kid Cudi


Transparence - Asobi Seksu


Decatur, or Round of Applause for Your Stepmother - Sufjan Stevens


K.I.S.S.I.N.G. - USE


I miss the pumpkin farm and crunchy leaves, but I'll make do.

Harriet

Harriet wants a husband. For several years now, every time she passes a child on the street, she turns to watch it walk away, clutching the hand of some nanny or other, stumbling nonchalantly over its own feet. Harriet wants a child, and therefore also a husband. Ideally, she thinks, a pregnant woman should read, only. She believes that career women are admirable and that the way things are going these days, both members of a marriage should be working. But ideally, she thinks, when she is pregnant, she would have a husband who makes enough money to support all three of them, at least for the time being. Because she has never had enough time in her life to read. She has read plenty, sure, but never enough. And when she is pregnant, it will be all the more important that she has read everything she needs to read, books about child development and Jungian psychology, obviously pre-natal care, but also perhaps something religious, some book that might put her back in touch with a latent spirituality she must have forgotten. Nine months is really not all that long, when you think about it, and it’s hard to say how much of that time could actually be spent reading, once you deduct time for all that eating and sleeping that is also so necessary, as well as, presumably, some time for the husband as well, who very likely has his own needs that must be met, and that would probably be part of the understanding between him and his wife.

to be continued...

so do I, darren

eye balls

looksie

Just plain obsessive personality disorder.

It's just one thing after another.



This song plays on my Santogold pandora and I lovvvvvvvvvvvvve it so bad. Don't like her other stuff on youtube though.

Greatest Samurai Movie of All Time

To make up for the questionable content of my last post....



No but really, it's a great movie.

let's pretend we're in a movie for a moment.

Look, you know how you have friends, very close friends, one in particular, who you know is an asshole but you love him anyway, because you're just that close? Well, I know you're not like us, I know you don't like to talk about yourself for hours on end, and you don't have to. But you have said things... you've shared things with me that are personal, and maybe you don't want to talk about them, or maybe you do, but if you do, you can talk to me. I want you to talk to me. Even if you don't talk about those things. Because I may be able to talk about myself for hours on end... but I'm not an asshole.

And I guess the other thing I wanted to say, is that you don't have to be an asshole either. So give it up.

Beardos

I wish I didn't have to go to school anymore and I could just devote all my time to making stuff like this

This Man

In January 2006 in New York, the patient of a well-known psychiatrist draws the face of a man that has been repeatedly appearing in her dreams. In more than one occasion that man has given her advice on her private life. The woman swears she has never met the man in her life.

That portrait lies forgotten on the psychiatrist's desk for a few days until one day another patient recognizes that face and says that the man has often visited him in his dreams. He also claims he has never seen that man in his waking life.

The psychiatrist decides to send the portrait to some of his colleagues that have patients with recurrent dreams. Within a few months, four patients recognize the man as a frequent presence in their own dreams. All the patients refer to him as THIS MAN.

From January 2006 until today, at least 2000 people have claimed they have seen this man in their dreams, in many cities all over the world: Los Angeles, Berlin, Sao Paulo, Tehran, Beijing, Rome, Barcelona, Stockholm, Paris, New Dehli, Moskow etc.

At the moment there is no ascertained relation or common trait among the people that have dreamed of seeing this man. Moreover, no living man has ever been recognized as resembling the man of the portrait by the people who have seen this man in their dreams.

http://www.thisman.org/

Procrastinating

I have to write a paper for my Art History class about this painting and I don't want to.


It was due last week, but I forgot to do it because I was studying for my Identity of Jesus midterm. I've been having this problem lately where it's all or nothing. I eat right, go to the gym, get my work done, stay away from cigarettes, and party or I don't do any of those things and lay around the house watching internet television all day. I've had some struggles, you know.

I did these:





I liked this girl's outfit:


If you're up late, I probably will be too. Holla.

It's Not On Purpose, I Swear

Kelly was trying to figure out what this song was for an entire day, and she finally did and now it's stuck in my head.

Some beauties from Backyard Bill:

Mister Mort


Holy shit you guys! It's my Dad!


Adam Wallace



Ingrid Sophie Schram




I wish that Adam guy would cut his hair because I think he's actually pretty beautiful underneath it. And I really, really wish my dad knew how to dress up fancy like Mister Mort. It would be so excellent.

That's all.

noises

I feel like this sometimes

Asshole

Hysteria

James st. James

So this guy was a sassafrass socialite party animal of sorts in NYC in the 80's and early 90's

Mel Kadel

website!

binterview!

Girl, I Never Loved One Like You

"Birthed by Mouth in the year two-thousand and five, young Edward Sharpe had to wait nearly two years before he was to grow his arms and legs and fingers and toes. Immaculately conceived, his father (a Robot who had magically become a real boy but that's another story) declared his undying devotion to the creature. He perched the fleshy bust upon a teetering pedestal fashioned from stacked cereal boxes and positioned the display at his window for all the town to see. Young Edward soon proved no ordinary boy.

Though his father had figured him deaf for his unresponsiveness to sounds, he in fact had the universally unique condition of being deaf from hearing too much or, more correctly put, too well. In plain words, he heard EVERYTHING AT ONCE.
At first it proved rather painful like a wretched whining winding all hours, but very soon those who whisper visited young Edward and revealed to him the Tricks and Truths, the Ways and Plays, the Chords and Dischords of the Universe. He did not need to eat but the color of the sun, which was F#, and moved his bones to grow. His arms and legs and fingers and toes grew til the tower of boxes collapsed and he laughed. He moved thru the door which was C over B# and ran thru the village hearing ALL of its music! The workers and children and painters of buildings and dogs barking madly and trees bristling softly and OH!!"

Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros



I'm obsessed with this band, especially the above song.