My mother and two half-sisters (and a mysterious clown-faced little girl), Halloween on the Island where I grew up, 1970's. I have no idea what they're all supposed to be, but these pictures haunt me nonetheless, as do all the pictures my mother has saved from those long ago, far away times. Although, when you're out on the Island, they don't always feel so far away...
As for me, I'm not even sure I'll be going anywhere this year. Halloween has never been one of my favorite holidays. I can never think of a good costume, there's just too much pressure! And this year, being separated from my cache of amazing thrift stores has limited my options even further. Aaand I have work the next day. But I hear tell of a party somewhere including a T.Rex cover band, and if this be so, then clearly I have no choice but to attend!
It's really gotten quite nippy here (or as was en vogue to say in high scool "nipply"!) I just want to stay inside and snuggle down in my bed and listen to Crosby Stills Nash & Young. Is that so wrong? Haha. Fortunately, my mother knitted me this hat just in the knick of time. Thanks ma!
I fell asleep in the Language Lab today, while Italian dialogues concerning the likes and dislikes of blonde cousins and amiable grandmothers were piped into my ears. I hope my subconscious picked something up. Heaven knows my conscience is packed full these days.
Most! Incredible! Bicycle! Ever! Thank you Brooklyn Museum. And, if you haven't been to the Fifth Floor and the Visual Storage area, you don't know what you're missing. It's amazing in there, and creepy in the best, most fantastical ways.
A couple days ago it was still too hot to be wearing this. But now the rain has come, and I can't say I'm sorry. The sound of water falling on my little skylight is the most wonderful, comforting thing I can think of right now.
I got this amazing wrapping paper at RiteAid of all places! I wrapped Dagmar's present in it, but I'd really like to paper my walls with it. So glam! I think Sweet would approve?
After two long months, I've finally gotten down to doing a bit of decorating around my room. I still, however, have not fully unpacked my suitcases. It's not easy since I'm sorta scraping by these days, meaning it's hard to justify spending even a few bucks on anything un-Spartanly-necessary (excepting Halloween candy, that is).
But I'm starting to cave and heck, I might as well spend those miserable dollars I make schlepping it in retail on pretty things to take my mind off of...schlepping it in retail.
Times are tough. It's all studyin' and worryin' and takin' tests and workin' hard instead of hardly workin'. Not to mention a severe lack of sleepin' up in here.
But I guess it could be worse. At least my house isn't surrounded by raging fires (shout out to my homiez in Poway!) The apocalypse is waaay on the other side of the country. Here the end is still just comfortably nigh.
Whenever I get down, nothing in the world get's me through the night like a good shot of glam rock. You might know The Sweet from their song "Fox on the Run", which was in the movie "Dazed and Confused" (one of my all-time favorites) but that's just the beginning. Brian Connelly, the lead singer, is truly a god among men, and Steve Priest always has such a gleam in his eye. What mega babes.
Whenever I see videos like this, I always get so jealous of all the kids dancing in the audience. What a time to be alive! Sometimes I really just feel like everything great has already been done, and I missed it all. You know?
I finally got my hands on the fifth issue of Lula Magazine the other day, and have been battling my scanner's apparent desire to RUIN MY LIFE for hours ever since trying to get decent scans of its immense, magical fantasticness. I haven't quite lost hope, not QUITE.
Anyone else get their paws on one yet? What do you think? I'm pretty tickled with the folks featured, Mr. Schwartzman (did I mention that I TOUCHED HIM? I did? Ah, so sorry), Bud Cort (yes, I would still hit that in a heart beat), Mia Farrow, and a spread entitled "Love Letter" that is probably the best thing I've seen in a magazine all year, possibly ever. 'Sgoooooood!
Oh brother, do I ever need a job. Pounding the pavement has so far proved useless, and craigslist is just a tease. It seems like all the jobs I would really like are unpaid internships, and I have no space for anything unpaid at the moment besides school, much to my chagrin. What's a girl to do?
What do you do for a living? How did you get your start?