This weekend: a visit to Blacklickorish latex studio + Conjoined closing party + watching Tango and Cash + making Manhattans + watching terrible music videos in bed + a day at the museum + sushi feast + sexy coffee time
It seems inconceivable to an 80s action movie enthusiast such as myself, but I’d never seen Tango and Cash until this weekend. It’s packed full of hilarious one-liners, Kurt Russel continuously getting his ass handed to him and Stallone in a three-piece suit – a must-see! Movie-time snacks: chocolate-covered cherries, tiny tomatoes, gluten-free wasabi crackers, steak tips, raspberry-honey mustard, cheese.
Much fun was had exploring the BlackLickorish latex atelier with headmistress Alyssa. The photos and interview will be up on Chinashop soon! After, Matt Levin and I headed to the closing of Conjoined 2. No photos were taken because we were too busy getting one last look at all the art and chatting with Chet Zar.
The claws. This was taken about a week ago, they’re actually even longer now. Mrrow. Pictured: my usual OPI Russian Navy and some cheap-but-pretty drugstore polish on my ring finger.
I love walking through downtown LA at night. One block it’s these little bohemian oases, the next it’s skid row.
Yesterday, after devouring immense amounts of art in the final hours of the literally amazing Under the Black Sun exhibit at MOCA, A and I headed to my favorite sushi place in Little Tokyo for a long-overdue sushi bacchanalia. We had yellowtail, snapper, squid and mackerel sushi in addition to salmon hand rolls. Magic.
Sitting at Oomasa’s bar is the only way – the fish is top notch and chefs have been here for well over a decade – if they sense true enthusiasm they’ll recommend the best of the day, advise on the optimal way to consume and generally treat you well.
Sushi was followed by a walk to coffee and sweets at Urth cafe. The wait was long, but made tolerable by our singing along to their reprehensible musical selection. Eventually the barista hooked us up with this impressive swan:
I discovered that my Trish Summerville wedges have a time limit and it’s precisely five hours. Until the five hour mark they’re perfectly comfortable, after that it’s all pain and darkness.
Additionally, A battled a demon pie. The pie lost.
We walked home in the dark, agreeing that a two-day weekend is just not long enough.
Photo Flurries make me happy :)
I’m glad to hear that! More to come.
This photo flurry has given me an insane appetite for tomatoes and sushi!! Also, what lovely fingers you have…
Tomatoes and sushi are among the best things the culinary world has to offer. And thank you!
This was such a cute post! Demon Pie! Yikes!
Sounds like a great weekend.
aaagh you got those shoes they are so very you. they don’t make them in my size it seems. (10).
Holly, I’m glad you enjoyed it. That pie was vicious, I had to step in and offer some help.
Danika, agh, are you sure? That’s a shame, if so. They are very attractive and comfortable until the five hours are up.
Delightful post! Glad you had such a wonderful weekend. :)
I can’t grow my nails long at all. How fantastic are yours! Do you generally live in the same color of polish? (I do, it’s some shade of brown, always. how forrest kid of me…Essie has some nice browns for my weirdo dirt love).
Love this weekend bit. It’s rather inspiring for weekends when me and my lady will be able to jaunt around and do fun stuff like this together. *tucks in back pocket for a rainy day*
I’m insanely jealous that your claws stay in tact.
Gretta – thank you, I’m happy you enjoyed it!
Melissa, I do; Russian Navy is my go to color, but I do occasionally opt for black or gray or GLITTER. At the moment, I’m in the mood for a cherry hue, and they’re due for a new coat. I’m happy you enjoyed the post – all the best weekends for you and your lady!
Sam, they don’t always, but I have been taking vitamin E. The only one that insists on breaking is the middle finger on my right hand. I take this a symbolic.