the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Month: February, 2009





in this virtual world, you may find yourself.  less alone.


a few things:
my  handpicked
all things ordinary becomes even more extraordinary
python lee jackson for you


turban: the next generation


patricia field keeps the turban alive.

the avant waste land



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Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.                                                
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.

…from The Waste Land by T.S.  Elliot

(threeasfour fall 2009; photos from refinery 29 and wwwd)

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“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”

~anais nin




(film stills: medea, lars von tier)


Gallus gallus




“…it seems inevitable that one is a loner being born an artist, an outsider, and it can be, and is a very rough ride at times – but then I love wild horses!”

Vali Myers , 1997

the right proportion


“I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.”

               ~anais nin


(designer: nozomi ishiguro)


from post secret

“You gotta know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to run”


was i really singing kenny roger’s the gambler in my dream last night?

am i seriously channeling the flick six pack, a favorite from when i was seven years old, and hearing my mother in the kitchen singing this song in her heavy southeast asian accent?

i am the cosmos

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Every night I tell myself,
I am the cosmos,
I am the wind
But that dont get you back again

Just when I was starting to feel okay
You’re on the phone
I never wanna be alone

 chris bell “i am the cosmos” 

(photos: hypernova by risto bimbiloski)