Work upheaval. Time, shrinking. Woke up to a steel sky and a head full of silly dreams. Tub of coffee is helping, but the sun is already creeping, which I detest. I would prefer to luxuriate in, oh, 3 hours of pre-sunrise gray perfection each day. There may be manic updates from Vegas next week, but until then I leave you with this panel from Uzumaki [The Spiral] And Kino‘s Blood Type lyrics. I feel that, together, they accurately capture …
I’m still unsure of my feelings toward David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive but Rebekah Del Río singing Llorando has not left me since I watched it some years ago. Last night at the Edwardian Ball [which was the best time I’ve had at an event in eons] to my awe, a woman with blue light spilling out from behind her performed this piece a capella to the full-to-capacity Tower theater. I didn’t catch her name and can’t seem to find anything …
Coilhouse loves you. Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. -Lewis Carroll
What? Hey! Below are those vertical photos I mentioned earlier, and I’m off to prepare for what should be a very fun shoot for Coilhouse Issue 3. And while we’re on the topic, this week the Coilhouse blog was bumpin’ – there is something from all of us – Nadya, Mer, yours truly, David, Copyranter AND Double Agent Oh No: Hirotoshi Ito: The Meat Inside the Stones Oh My Friggin’ Kung-Fu Grip ‘Bama Weekly Ad Uncoiling: Pattex Glue Bill Morrison …
Courtney and I made a video tribute to the Match.com ads polluting already-filthy-with-ads Myspace. For the uninitiated, these ads feature faux video chattin’ men who seem to peer at you from the screen and attempt seduction. The little sign says “In my ear”, hence the title. I hesitate to post an example of these ads here but there is a screenshot under the cut, for those who have never seen one of these things. Believe me when I say they …
Too _______ to blog. Stay tuned, darlings. A small token of pure terror, for now: 14 year old me giving Lolita a run for her money.
Ink/digital. For the current show at The Hive Gallery.
Wrangling cabs and friends and cocktails but first – this. Sound up, please.
Affirmation – taken with my phone after midnight today at Kinko’s. Thank you, Kinko’s, I feel better now.
First and foremost: Coilhouse Issue 2 is now available! I can’t begin to tell you how proud we are of this one. We’re delighted to present Margaret Cho, Andy Ristaino, Stephen Kasner and that’s just the tip of the iceberg, baby. Lush, glossy on the inside and matte on the outside, this sexy beast is overflowing with interviews, articles, art and photography. There are all new color illustrations by your truly, paper dolls by Molly Crabapple, a fashion adventure with …
sitting in the seemingly post-nuclear and barren LAX. everything is better before sunrise. 32 minutes ago Sitting in the seemingly post-nuclear and barren LAX. Everything is better before sunrise. A few shambling zombies emerge I’d take real pictures but there will be time for those later. In the meantime I’m wishing for coffee infused with Irish Creme, just hot and potent enough to remind my body it’s alive. Freezing!
Cabin fever + 4 free days! Thinking about taking off in the morning until Sunday. Where should I go? There are still a few hours before ticket prices for tomorrow morning go up. Let’s hear it! And! A little Christmas fable from me to you, on Coilhouse. Happy holiday gift art by HopeInVain.
I got this scarf from a street vendor in Italy. Having a fancy hair day, so you get pictures. Faux Polaroids by Poladroid.
Is there anything better than waking up to the sound of rain? I’m just now becoming fully conscious, watching fat drops of water sliding off the railing of my balcony under a thick mantle of clouds. And the day is only starting. Also, I wrote about a band I like on Coilhouse today.