Archive for February 2008
it takes two to make it outta sight

is it narcisstic or tongue-in-cheek to wear an image of yourself on you?
and what if the shirt was designed and illustrated by burfitt?
(photo of carine from here)
on getting old:
i imagine myself salt and pepper with layers of turquoise and squash blossoms. a black gown with red dirt decorating the unhemmed seam.
a little bit of momma’s voodoo never hurt
notes from our los angeles heyday:
when i tended bar at the good old coach and horses a mysterious fella who had hair very similar to the very young keith richards (above) would come in, order a beer and sit in the darkest corner. the jukebox played the pretender’s:
Got brass in pocket
Got bottle Im gonna use it
Intention I feel inventive
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice me.
i knew one day he would be mine…

even if it meant i had to transport him to the desert, lock him up in a shanty and feed him nectar from the agave cactus.
roarin’


time line of my youth:
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jelly bracelets and neon
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grunge
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swing kids (1992).
looks like it’s already on deck!
(from the facehunter)
it’s in the water…


talitha as a glama-mama.
(a good post on the topic and photos from here.)
… and one more while on the hunt.
from a great getting to know talitha site: here
i spy

perfect.

hair clips on grown women. A+
(both from here)
i’m too old for the headphones but everything else.
(from here)
saguaro bones

(by the talented madeline.)
the graying sparrow

outfit for 33.
and music for its preparation:
“What a deformed thief this fashion is”

(molded resin and elbow length gloves)

i wore shoes just like this in high school.
(photos by the sart from here)
(quote by shakespeare)
what a drag

Fred McDarrah, Candy Darling, NYC, December 7, 1970
because the shoes i’m wearing bring out the inner drag queen.
and some music too: killing smile.


