3.19.2011
Rock On Chicago, Rock over London. Taco Bell run for the border.
3.13.2011
Runnin' With the Devil
2.23.2011
Fall Colors
Alberta Ferretti
Alberta Ferretti
Gucci
All images courtesy of style.com
2.22.2011
"Preludes" T.S. Eliot
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimneypots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.
II
The morning comes to consciousness
Of faint stale smells of beer
From the sawdust-trampled street
With all its muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands.
With the other masquerades
That times resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand furnished rooms.
III
You tossed a blanket from the bed
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.
And when all the world came back
And the light crept up between the shutters
And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed's edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands.
IV
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots
2.20.2011
West Village
Photo recaps from a long, fun day around West Village and Chelsea with Lizzy and Krysta of Style Me Famous.
2.19.2011
I give you black, I get you blue...
This song has been on my mental repeat since it played at the Cushnie et Ochs FW 2011 show last Sunday night. Its inherent darkness truly encapsulated the tone of the overall inspiring collection.
10.02.2009
When I'm at the pearly gates, this will be on my videotape
01. "Mysterons" Portishead
02. "Hey (live at BBC)" Pixies
03. "One Line" PJ Harvey
04. "Every You, Every Me" Placebo
05. "I Might be Wrong" Radiohead
06. "The Police and the Private" Metric
07. "Who is it (Carry my Joy on the Left, my Pain on the Right)" Bjork
08. "Lazy Eye" Silversun Pickups
09. "Drown" Smashing Pumpkins
10. "At My Most Beautiful" REM
11. "Wandering Star" Portishead
12. "E-Bow the Letter" REM
13. "Icicle" Tori Amos
14. "Unravel" Bjork
15. "Videotape" Radiohead
16. "Untouchable Face" Ani Difranco
17. "Love" Smashing Pumpkins
18. "Pepper" Butthole Surfers
19. "Waiting for the Sun" The Doors
20. "Today" Smashing Pumpkins
21. "Taxi Ride" Tori Amos
22. "Lions" Dire Straits
23. "Dilate" Ani Difranco
24. "Coney Island Baby" Lou Reed