abroad.

I have been hit with a sudden urge to get away from the woes of western civilization. I feel like stripping myself of all these frivolous wants and needs that quite plainly is only serving to drag me down. (in the simplest form) I want to challenge myself, immerse myself in an utterly new culture, find out everything there is to know about myself. Disregard the trivial things that seem so (falsely) imperative to americans.

So, I have decided, that I will find a study abroad program that will allow me to go to either India or Egypt (possibly both?) over the summer or the fall of next year. In order for this to happen, a job is most necessary, as well as a lesson in saving. Wish me luck in the job hunting game..again.

revenge

Ellen Von Unwerth

the sunshine will soon be in hiding

(settling into my new room at breanna's; the nomad that i am.)
Summer is swiftly coming to an end, and I am still bewildered at how quickly it has passed me. I would like to think I have taken full advantage of the break, but I know that would not be the truth. Oklahoma was not quite as I expected, but what ever is? My mind is racing at what to do next. School still seems like a far off illusion that will never happen, yet it starts in less than a week for me. I don't feel like committing to it anymore, I want to put my whole heart into modeling, or go experience a completely different culture. I want to learn by experience, not by sitting in an overcrowded room in a tiny desk.

featherfluff

I wish I could be inserted into these photos.

There must have been a mistake

It is to my great disdain that I realized my Art History course has managed to skip over the entire section of Barbara Kruger. (And no, i did not miss the lecture, if the subject of my poor attendance is in question.) Anyway, I was so eager to go into depth of one of my favorite artists. These are a few of my favorites.

In the back shakes a tambourine, nicotine from a silver screen

I was part of Warhol's infamous factory entourage in a past life.

"Like to take a cement fix

Be a standing cinema

Dress my friends up just for show

See them as they really are

Put a peephole in my brain

Two New Pence to have a go

I'd like to be a galleryPut you all inside my show"-Bowie

"And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

A hand-me-down dress from who knows where

To all tomorrow's parties

And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around

She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown

And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns

To all tomorrow's parties

And what will she do with Thursday's rags

When Monday comes around

She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown

And cry behind the door

And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown

For whom none will go mourning

A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown

Of rags and silks, a costume

Fit for one who sits and cries

For all tomorrow's parties"

-The Velvet Underground, written from Reed's observations at the factory

oh, la.

burn

"But I would never kiss anyone
who doesn't burn me like the sun "

fish

body

say what you will..

but i will never tire of browsing Hedi Slimane's photos

fairytales.

Photographer Miwa Yamagi takes a slightly creepy spin on fairytales in her collection respectfully entitled "Fairytales." Feast your eyes!

Stumbles

1.

london calling

I am sure we are all at least somewhat familiar with light art, also known as light graffiti. Mix that with the world of fashion, and a wonderful piece of art is produced. Thank you, Atton Conrad.

Artist Beatrice Boyle is taking over London with her artistic portrayals of the "drunken druggie" and have become quite the must have prints on graphic tees. I will definitely be adding one to my shopping cart.