Short notice? Who, me?
(O.K., so maybe I’m not the best at feigning innocence…)
At any rate, this Friday evening, the 13th of November 2009
at 9:30 p.m.
My chum/ “co-star” Aldo Vento and I
will be making a personal appearance at the screening of
“Delphinium: A Childhood Portrait of Derek Jarman”
at
(Among “Delphinium”‘s roster of November Screenings…
This one is paired in conjunction with a live performance by Steven Severin
of Siouxsie and the Banshees and
The Glove,
First off, thanks to all of you wherever who did whatever, whenever that made my imdb stats jump so high this week. I don’t know if it’s a result of my presence in the *(cough! cough!)* “Celebrity Lifestyle’ issue of Wedding Dresses magazine that came out earlier this month. I mean, I knew that was a mainstream fluke… I just didn’t expect to see it, well, just about everywhere. Especially, say—on a shopping excursion at 3 a.m. for Redi-Whip at Ralph’s.
Then again, I also didn’t anticipate going from having three cameras in my possession to none in the span of a week and a half.
As with anything in my life, it seems I have to learn my lessons the hardest way imaginable. Rather than talk about despair (I mean, please—how many years was I Too Goth To Handle? There’s only so long I can go around having a bad time everywhere!), I’m just gonna “suck it up’ and buy a Canon that’s been recommended.
So…since I don’t have any “exclusive’ photos at the moment, I figured:
Why not post about some of my current obsessions?
Today I’m diggin’ on…
Urinal Art:
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The debut issue of Japanese Men’s Vogue:
on the cover: Ash Stymest, photographed by Hedi Slimane
(Here’s a peek at a forthcoming editorial… on par with American Men’s Vogue, right? Riiiiiiiight):
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A runway look from a while back that’s haunting me in the best way imaginable…
Somebody. Help me. Please!
Who’s responsible for this stroke of slick black genius?
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Then– of course, what’s a little…screen-saver/site-scan shopping?
Granted, I can’t fight off the lyrics that come to mind of someone who truly understands the meaning of the word irony: Lily Allen. Her demo “I Don’t Know” is such a strychnine-soaked smiley-faced commentary on contemporary society; rarely a day goes by that the sardonic lyrics don’t get queued up on the ol’ iPod.
Despite the cadence that resonates through lines like:
“I am a weapon of massive consumption/
It’s not my fault/it’s how I’m programmed to function…”
Here’s where I succumb to that which I
COVET (cause I just plain)
LOVE IT.
Spot-Check These Finds Among My “Wish List of the Moment”…
Toy Me’s Silver Scissor Cuff:
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Citizen Citizen’s Shoplifter Tote Bag:
(both items available from fashion journalist Rose Apodaca
& self-avowed “design junkie” Andy Griffith’s A Plus R store)
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And these effin’ Killer Ninja Boots!
(Need. Pair. Nowwww…):
(available from Karon Koron )
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For the Bookshelf/Coffee Table/Stash of Masturbatory Material:
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However, as for now?
My head aches
and I must sleep…
Besos, baby.
Besos…
Double C
