kronkron

love the shoes, love the socks, love the styling of the shoots. dying to slip my pups into this technicolor wonderland. perfectly chiffoned and sweatered dr. seuss. i wish i could dress like this every day.
kron by kronkron. all photos by saga.

nothing gets crossed out

snowed in with so much to do and i cannot bring myself to do any of it. can't work on my resume, can't finish my painting, can't write, can't work on music. i can't even get sucked into a book. digging my car out and watching stephen segal were the highlights of my day. tired. uninspired. uninterested. think i caught the winter blues. i need motivation. get me outta here. 

these knees

acne @ stockholm fashion week. color me intergalactic technicolor. 

i'm john daker

can i please live in the south? better thrift stores, better waffles, sweet tea, crocodiles, and a dramatic increase in the quality of public access television! it's all about the finer things in life. seriously. party's at the first united methodist church of peoria.

the ladybug infestation

ok, this needs to be brought to someone's attention, or documented in some way...john's room is infested with ladybugs. i didn't even know ladybugs were the infestation type, but they have definitely invaded 2506 and cluster on john's dirty cups and random tools on the windowsill and fly all about. much to my dismay, he sucked up about 30 of them with the vacuum the other day. apparently they are here to hibernate and will be super hard to get rid of because they release "ladybug perfume" to attract all of their other ladybug buddies. sorry johnny, but it is really entertaining to hear you curse at their ladybug gang. maybe you can persuade them to all march up your arm so you can have good fortune for the rest of 2010?

bumming with jane

there wasn't a stove
and we put cans of beans
in hot water in the sink
to heat them
up
and we read the Sunday papers
on Monday
after digging them out of the
trash cans
but somehow we managed
money for wine
and the
rent
and the money came off
the streets
out of hock shops
out of nowhere
and all that mattered
was the next
bottle
and we drank and sang
and
fought
were in and out
of drunk
tanks
car crashes
hospitals
we barricaded ourselves
against the
police
and the other roomers
hated
us
and the desk clerk
of the hotel
feared
us
and it went on
and
on
and it was one of the
most wonderful times
of my
life.

charles bukowski, "you get so alone at times that it just makes sense" - 1986. this is why my daughter's name will be jane.