Loewe x Suna Fujita Capsule Collection
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Loewe x Suna Fujita Capsule Collection For our second collaboration with
Kyoto-based ceramic studio Suna Fujita, the duo has created a new series of
hand...
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 24, 2012
Sleeping Beauties
Once upon a time, when I was young, there was no internet.
I know.
The world was dark and terrible then.
Back then, in the ancient of days, I would take any chance I could to wander off into Waldenbooks, hoping to sneak a furtive, desperate glance at this (and other such books), praying no one saw me.
It seems so tame now.
Anyway, I found this (Ken Haak's Sleeping Beauties) today at a charity book fair, nestled in the "Art book" section. It was 50 cents, so, of course, I had to buy it.
I just have to wonder which poor soul evil queen died so that this book could finally find its way into my bed?
I know.
The world was dark and terrible then.
Back then, in the ancient of days, I would take any chance I could to wander off into Waldenbooks, hoping to sneak a furtive, desperate glance at this (and other such books), praying no one saw me.
It seems so tame now.
Anyway, I found this (Ken Haak's Sleeping Beauties) today at a charity book fair, nestled in the "Art book" section. It was 50 cents, so, of course, I had to buy it.
I just have to wonder which poor soul
(Oh, how I would squint desperately at this one, trying to get a faint glimpse of peen. No wonder I need contacts now) |
(I always wondered, "what the hell is he doing with that chapstik and change anyway?"). |
(oh, but these are the images that life long insecurities are made of.) And they lived neurotically ever after. |
Oct 22, 2012
Halloween cuteness
Halloween crafts for those of us who are lazy
most via kitschyliving
cookie vampire mouths |
spider lollipop |
Candy corn on the cob |
ghost poop |
Mummified wienies |
tampon ghosts |
most via kitschyliving
Oct 20, 2012
belated bells
Repost, reminded by way of pomobohemian's lovely post on the wonderful Laura's recent birthday...and because it's so damned beautiful.
(I shall burn some Patti Labelle incense in her honor)
shopping safari
It's never too early to think about all those Jersey shore-monkey loving-giant-Patti Labelle fans on your list.
Snooki christmas ornament. (@ TJMaxx) |
Three foot wide desk bell (@gordons) |
Five foot tall flatware (@ pier one) |
Monkey chandelier (@ salvation army) |
Patti LaBelle (type) incense. (@ gas station{next to the emanadas}) |
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 14, 2012
Three things seen on the way to work
(which I nearly crashed my car and died trying to take a photo of)
6:30 Woman screaming "Bette Davis! Bette Davis, come here!" while Bette Davis takes a shit on my lawn. |
7:00 a. m. Man walking down my street cradling a large Chucky doll in his arms like his baby. |
5 p.m. : Line of 3 hookers holding hands, being let on a "field trip" crossing busy street. |
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 10, 2012
Who would you rather watch you pee?
Jack Nicholson in "The Shining" (glaring down at you in the stalls at TGI Fridays) |
Vintage Japanese porn (in the men's room of our local Izakaya) |
The Trinity of Barbra, Peter and The Holy Judy (in one of our |
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 6, 2012
a trip for halloween candy
Today, bored and a bit lonely, I took a walk to Dollar Tree.
I figured I'd buy some cheap candy. This is how I entertain myself.
I noticed a cemetery behind the store which I hadn't noticed before, so I took a stroll around in the October heat with my beat up little flip phone camera and took some bad photos.
No one was there but me and the ghosts. It was lovely.
what caught my attention, the coppery gleam of the two St. Michaels |
Succinct. |
Someone recently buried |
rip |
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 1, 2012
an open letter
Dear Fourth-Lady-in-Hijab-in-Target-Tonight,
I realize that my furtive glances in your direction made you nervous, and undoubtedly...and understandably... led you to think that I am a horrible racist xenophobe, but I promise you I am not.
I assure you I was not staring at your hijab.
I was simply trying to get a better look at your smoking-hot husband.
Sorry.
Sincerely,
j.
I realize that my furtive glances in your direction made you nervous, and undoubtedly...and understandably... led you to think that I am a horrible racist xenophobe, but I promise you I am not.
I assure you I was not staring at your hijab.
I was simply trying to get a better look at your smoking-hot husband.
Sorry.
Sincerely,
j.
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