Cosmic Roomie HQ
My close friend & cosmic roomie Kate recently moved out of her crazy-stylish apartment in preparation for a cross-country move. I am so excited for her to dive into life so hard, which I know was extra difficult cause she had such an amazing place set-up for herself in Terre Haute, where rent is dirt cheap and one girl can live in a place the size of a $1,000 house in Bloomington! Here are some images I took when I knew it was the last time I’d see her sweet bachelorette pad…
Ikea Audrey painting
Dumpster-dived leather seat, and grade school rose painting by Ms. Kate herself!
Butterfly habitat/bedroom, sweet sectional couch, handmade curtains & pillows
Me: “If your house was burning down and you had to run in and grab one thing, one would you get?”
Kate: “My blankie.”
adventures in WAL*MART
Photos from my last trip to everybody’s favorite 3am last resort, that time-shifting, florescent-lit, alternate universe known as Wal-Mart…
Making decisions is hard in Wal-Mart.
Trying to make art doesn’t always work out in Wal-Mart.
Where they put workers that get out of line.
Shout-out to the often mouse-eared fashionista, Miss Gala Darling.
Why can’t these things come in adult sizes?!
unlikely juliette
Goodwill cardigan.
Thrifted suspenders.
Cactus Flower ruffly top. (Same one Karen Jensen blogged for Cactus Flower this summer!)
BDG jeans.
Goodwill boots.
Gold rope hair-tie taken off a Victoria’s Secret plastic bag (ha).
you’re gonna need a bigger boat.
Salvation Army button-up. Old Navy little boys shark t-shirt. BDJ jeans cut into shorts. Thrifted pink belt. Cactus Flower tights. Target thigh-highs. Goodwill boots.
I’ve never been an animal person. I go through at least five lintroller sheets after the briefest of cat encounters and both of my attempts to take care of water-beings have had less then desirable outcomes (including a morbid poem entitled, “Betta Luck Next Time”). Nonetheless, I think I have found my spirit animal!!!
I first paid attention to great white sharks simply cause they reminded me of Patrick’s JAWS obsession, and I wanted to get a gruesome looking shark added to his memorial tattoo on my left leg. Then it became a full-blown obsession, prolly cause THESE FUCKERS JUST LOOK SO RAD! Here’s some of the sharkness I’ve been collecting recently…
My 2010 calendar (!), black+white art by Robert Longo, and random Googled images.
Great white sharks roll solo, staying under the radar so they can capture their prey easily. But when their jaws stretch open to go in for a bite, they actually look quite tortured themselves, as if it pains them to kill. Their mouths look like scars! Bloody beautiful.
P.S. Go watch Jaws.
DANCE TILL YR DEAD
If you’re in Bloomington, come to my birthday party this Monday night at the Bishop!
old smut and folk songs
What happens when you combine a graphic designer slash musician, a self-deprecating film buff, a modern dancer and a mid-19th century French poet?
Why, a trippy avant-garde music video of course! old smut and folk songs is a project my friends Stephen and Nathan put together seasons ago using found footage, visual effects, a video of me improvising in the forest, and a song Nathan wrote using a sample of Stephen reciting Baudelaire as his old answering machine message. I had never seen the final product until today when Stephen surprised me with a link in my inbox.
It’s 3 and a half minutes, it’s kind of sad, and it’s pretty in a way that really makes me wish I still got stoned. Enjoy!
a weekend in Chicago, part II: a unicorn goes downtown
While awaiting the purple line train from Evanston to downtown, a unicorn ascended from the southeast sky and, to the melody of an unseen harp, introduced herself as “Destiny Aura Starlight Oleander, the third… But you can call me Destiny.”
Her psychedelic mane and that sparkle in her eyes, man, I was smitten right away.
She was exhausted from making all dreams come true, so Destiny Aura Starlight Oleander III took a nap on the train.
When we arrived she had oodles of energy and led me in a dance through the streets. Not pictured: a thoroughly unamused traffic officer.
Her with Maya Deren at the Siskel Center… Destiny has a hard time standing still for pictures.
When it was time to leave Chicago, there was no discussion — she had to ride back to Indiana with me. Destiny was a remarkable navigator, I just closed my eyes and thirty seconds later we were sitting in my apartment covered in confetti. However, after two failed attempts at domesticating mythical creatures in my life I just wasn’t ready to let her stay permanently. She was rightfully upset, but I tried to calm her by introducing her to my friends at the Unicorn Museum of southern Bloomington. Miss Destiny Aura Starlight Oleander III now resides in their permanent collection. Blow bubbles into the southeast at sunset and you will be transported to her unicove! However I could never come along — I heard from the unicorn heart curator that she doesn’t want to see me — so if you see her, tell her I love her.
Destiny Aura Starlight Oleander III & me, together for the first time.
a weekend in Chicago, part I
Introducing my best friend Kyle Tidd: consumate host, socialite, art critic, reluctant unicorn tamer.
GO CHICAGO!
What a hip motherfucker. (Photo exhibit at the Gene Siskel Film Center.)
Anyone know who this is? I love her drama. UPDATE: A kind soul informed me it was Greta Garbo. I’ve officially lost 50 film student points.
Creeping on the Joffrey Ballet through the window of the Siskel Center. Look at those lovelies! You’re instantly art when you’re a ballerina, no matter what you’re doing.
These acid-burn layered tights caused quite a stir in Macy’s. Even the high priestess of legwear, the lady working the tights counter, praised my DIY nylon-shredding skills. That’s RECESSION-PROOF TALENT, folks.
What’s that ribbon I’m standing on connected to, you ask? See Chicago Part II…
how i helped out with dinner
Chicago was mostly spent lounging like a victorian maiden in Kyle’s exquisite apartment. On more than one occasion he awoke me with a pot of fresh coffee and a jar of real whipping cream, humming as he set down the perfectly arranged tray. These images were taken around seven o’clock; I’d just gotten dressed for the day because dinner guests were arriving. I hid from everyone until food was served.
Reading: Muslim Girls & Other France for my French film class.
Wearing: Silky top & huge bangle from Factory Vintage Clothing, BDG jeans cut into shorts, Express gold tights, small bangles from Cactus Flower.
studio B
Molly Burkett, 21, was found dead from strangulation on Saturday morning in Studio B, a recording studio on the sixth floor of a downtown Chicago building.
There was evidence that she had ascended the dilapidated fire escape using a Forever 21 belt as a climbing rope, and jimmied open the window using a Cactus Flower bangle bracelet. The red orb around her neck appeared highly valuable, and police were baffled that it hadn’t been stolen, but a standard jewelry appraisal revealed it was purchased for 50 cents from a child’s machine in Kroger.
The following images were found on a Canon digital camera at the scene. It seems the victim took several fashion photos of herself inside the studio before the attack took place. When questioned Sunday afternoon, Studio B owner and equipment manager Jake Nelson said, “Serves her right for touching my bass.” Co-owner Kyle Tidd, who moonlights as an art curator, added, “Those photos are a joke. She’s just ripping off Who Killed Amanda Palmer.” Both men are being held for further questioning.
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