No sleep to speak of as of late. Last night I dreamed of seduction. I resisted, proudly…but not without waking up to a strong awareness of my need to feel desirable.
It was a bit excessive. And by “it”, I mean “he”. Not someone I would normally be drawn to and definitely not someone who would normally be drawn to me.
Hierophant, interpret thyself.
Alexander McQueen s/s 2001
EAT SOMETHING if you’re going to wear an open-sided McQueen, bitch.
Contrary to popular belief…I did NOT put gummies in my salad. Someone else did. (Taken with instagram)
Fake Tilda Swinton Twitter @NotTildaSwinton
Ensaio do Leva Nóiz na Maddre by Patrick Silva on Flickr.
So what if my primary motivation for getting in shape is to dress like a Thundercat. Trust.
This outfit + Kelis’s Milkshake + the Fast Food Song = my first first into the Executive Suites in Long Beach.
Chicago has this cool place I found.
Ripples come and ripples go, and ripple back to me.