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Posted on 2009.11.05 at 18:10
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A 70's daisy-patterned glass full of scotch and root beer. Burton-era Metallica blasting from the speakers, haven't heard Ride the Lightning in forever.
Rosemary-oiled candles blazing away on the desk. A black cat lolling on the bed nearby.
My mind back in both San Francisco and the 80's at the same time. Did people say "hella" yet?

Gods, I love writing stories.

Posted on 2009.11.02 at 23:26
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Posted on 2009.11.01 at 01:17

Stopping somewhere on Bleeker to adjust my makeup.

"Your whiskers are really long. You have a lot of information."

"That's because I dressed up as Bella."

Posted on 2009.10.29 at 13:53
"Characterized by their black fur, pungent odour when stressed, extremely loud and disturbing screech, and ferocity when feeding, the Tasmanian Devil does not make a good dinner guest."

Congrats to the Taronga Zoo on their fresh new crop of Bellas.

Gods, they've even got the same stumpy little ears.

Posted on 2009.10.29 at 00:13
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Well, *that* was an interesting way to spend the weekend.Collapse )

Posted on 2009.10.26 at 23:58
Tripped over this tonight while reviewing a doll gallery:


Link to the artist's site, because LiveJournal keeps automatically smushing my pictures down to 256x240 and that really does not do justice to how beautiful this sculpture is, especially the detail on that tattoo - the rest of the work is similarly amazing.

Posted on 2009.10.19 at 22:35
Now that some headspace has opened up for it, I tried a tentative tweet.
I'm not too into it. I like gnawing on things too much.

Posted on 2009.10.17 at 15:07
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We went out for dinner on 6th Street last night, picked the darkest Indian restaurant of the bunch and I've now officially picked up a taste for poori. Seriously, those things look like something coming to attack you in a video game. By bouncing. Delish.

On the way to the restaurant we passed by a stack of books someone left on the sidewalk - I picked up The Zen Koan Card Pack and a pad of Wonder Woman stationery. That couture purse with all the leather fringe I scored for ridiculously cheap is nicely adaptable for these situations and it figures I end up with my evening bag stuffed with groundscored reading material. Cory says I should get an evening knapsack. I'm picturing an elegant little flight satin thing full of zippery cargo pockets. Which, now that I think about it, I really wish existed.

Posted on 2009.10.17 at 01:20

Posted on 2009.10.09 at 01:42
So recently I dug up some fresh links for future Chateau reviews. I went back through all the people we've already listed and hit their link pages to turn up more stores (and after all these years, only now does it occur to me to put "...and if you have friends running small businesses, send them our way" in the contact letter). I did stumble across some juicy new stuff that I can't wait to post, but after a few hours of getting totally exhausted by this, it came down to, is the girl holding a teacup or a gun?

Seeing it all in masse like this made me long for stuff done without props. The subcultures have always been about playing with archetypes, but I'm getting weary of aesthetic shortcuts - looking at something and immediately knowing which category it falls into, instead of getting pleasantly mindfucked by something I've never seen before. These are catalogs and they do need this stuff for fully fleshed styling, they've got to have their stories perfectly defined for the buyers...and I'm a blogger picking out tomorrow's content so of course it's going to look a bit different to me...but ten sites of amazing circus-themed web design is still ten sites of the same thing.

Which I really have no problem appreciating and reviewing and promoting - it's just not something that falls within the outstretched arms of my own personal search. Which is admittedly a pretty weird brew.

Something else: I think I finally understand the allure of "trendiness." After being subjected to relentless nostalgia for the past decade, I'm dying for what's a la mode. I want what's now. I don't want to live in someone else's memories. It explains why, in the handful of stores I've bookmarked for myself, a good chunk of it is psy-trance.

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