Light's out, Harmonica on

Well, the electricity got shut off in my apartment...
Late on the bill, but really, I was trapped. The electricity lady told me she was sorry. That was kinda cute.
The good thing was I still had gas. Hot bath, and hot soup.
I didn't have much to amuse myself, except my brand new harmonica.
So I played that fool by candle-light, and I am sure the neighbors felt my blues comin through.
I am not very good.
yet.
Tonight will probably be very cold, but my morning daydream is to take a ham sandwich and my harmonica
to the riverside where the train passes through.
and play loud and hard.

private jets, champagne toasts, and chicago clouds

Phil took me on a private plane to see my sparklers last show with the queens of the stone-age

i was a little cold...

ready to hit the skies...

he let me take the wheel....

but he got scared for his life (kinda)

OMG!!! I drank mimosas as phil and I flew through the sunny skies. It was one of the best experiences I have ever had in my life. It was like a dream. so peaceful and powerful and gives you such the perspective of life....
we then got to the private executive entrance in chicago airport and headed to phils brothers house for rum and ciders...then straight to sparklers show at the riveria. amazing.....

my michelle

and her beautiful sister
were photographed for swindle magazine in Michelle's amazing home in the lovely los angeles.
Michelle is one of the most inspiring ladies I have ever met.
Her home is truly a work of art.
she is committed to living a
creative lifestyle.
she is my urban hero

alien pig face

i honestly do not like dogs...but colby has changed everything for me. I have real love for him.
He is like a strange human love boat.
How can one resist, a flying pig face?

phil's medication

makes him so much more friendly....
he was all the rage at the show this weekend.

carn-age in the boardroom

diary entries, bold and real

the destruction of phil (t-shirt)

lucinda started it....
but i ended it

a taste of future

..there is a slight sweet chance i may get my own gallery show.....

jenuka, menuka, manju, & po-po

my baby sparklers i met in nepal. jenuka has the eyes of a kumari (whom in kathmandu is believed to be a female child who embodies the hindu goddess and is treated as an actual living god)
pure

un film de almodovar

my father introduced me to mr. almodovar because he knew i would fall heavy for the colors (and the ladies with personality). my secret crush on a young bandares helped as well. Hooray for primary colors.

oh dolly

i stumbled across this stack of barbies over the weekend.
It looks like porn to me. All that flesh.
Barbie consciousness ends at about 8 even though we girls still like to play until 11 (we keep this on the hush hush)
When I was little I would play for hours and hours days and days by myself talking and creating stories with my barbies. I'd wake up early stay up late to play and play. My cousin michelle and I would play for like 14hour time periods. Playing with other girls creates a matrix of barbie situations..sometimes our barbies would fight and then so would we...we would get so mad that we would say that we didn't want to play anymore.
But then there came the time when I would go to play, and I just couldn't. Just as how my mom would never play barbies with me. Adults can't do it. They can't get into that world anymore. It feels to uncompfortable and it just doesn't make any sense.
I actually went through barbie withdrawls. I was so sad to leave that world.
The young imagination goes through hell during domestication.


On the other hand, I hated these kinds of dolls. I never played with them. I had friends who had some and I always thought they were freaky.

lots of pink and a little lingerie

a birthday gift gone good

allergies and beauty

how is it that the things you are so attracted to make you ill?

you are dead to me