french kissin in the usa

lately, this is how i prefer to kiss.

duck guts all over the floor

yes that duck got smashed (almost burned). ok, the whiskey almost promoted the entire event. But little howard, was completely torn to pieces and his stuffing all over the floor. This made for quite the pom pom's when the last band played. Later the duck was no longer a cozy bed fellow, but a soft and cozy costume. Laurie thought we could actually get away with burning it (for fabric testing purposes). The costume made it all the way home to my backyard, i had the lighter torch in hand but alas I was distracted by the shangri-las.

lovely little matchbooks

breakfast in arizona

oh, today is so gloomy, so i feel so inspired by this breakfast i made eric kroll in arizona. what the most magical time we had. every morning was so inspiring, exciting, and i just love making breakfast. and he loved making the coffee, and making me laugh and making me mad. It's all worth it, to be in the presence of genius.

san francisco's rose tags

mandy and me and peter went for a night stroll in san francisco. I stumbled across these lovely tags. What I love about san francisco and also what i hate happens to be those damn hippies.

Emma is a superstar

Emma created this, called nan's knee inspired by my fat knee. Emma is one of the most talented ladies i know. i just love it and love it.

me & andre

yep
me & andre

i have no patience and its always the last key

it was bound to happen.... i would say something drunk.
and here i am
well the first thing i realized tonight in the terror of a life i lead in the midwest...
is that:
i am not patient
or a good patient for that matter
i keep having the same dream that takes form in different circumstances but it is the same concept.
i try to transcend an in-antimate object. At first it was the corner of a folded piece of paper and lately it has been the corner of a tall room. sometimes i make it to the other side, where i am not supposed to be, and i can feel it, but i continue to explore... then i get booted out. and then i try for hours to get back in....... to this damn corner.
and i can't
what i realized tonight, on the fucking terrible dance floor of skully's, is that
while staring at the
bi0sexuals
and college nimrods
i am really trying to transcend this in-antimate life and make it something, and i
just can't (period)
today i felt so defeated,
for many reasons
which i tried to swell with alcohol....
didn't work
i guess

That smiling pony

Herman loves living in columbus. I rescued him from the salvation army, where gangs of small children had tattooed him with abstract art.

When photos can not exsist

..then they don't.

Secret Karaoke Sessions

Mr. Barry Monigle

This is the delightful Barry Monigle, my dear friend and super lovely artist. He drives a schoolbus and created an amazing artists co-op housing in west oakland CA. These are photos from his inspiring home and they include the very unique and special lamps he designs. Check him out: http://www.barrymonigle.com/. And the artspace: http://www.abcoartspace.com/

i love to dance

i love to dance so very much that i busted up this pair of shoes. I have know idea how. The one split down the middle and is covered in blood. the shoes were the most lovely sea foam, and then i took a bath with them on and the color faded away. but the blood did keep a nice stain. I don't even think i had the chance to drink champagne out of them.

that place on ave B

when we attended the 5 hour brunch, andre lost his lime after listening to our girltalk.
Shortly after our dance routine, victoria and i had to politely ask the cab driver to, "Step on it" as they say, so we wouldn't miss the plane back.
even though we secretly wanted to.

the avalon and some cokes