Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Thank you.

 To Steve Powers for making Syracuse a little less shitty.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Wednesday, July 21, 2010


There's a party in my tummy.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010


Scott Campbell is doing bags for Louis Vuitton.
Walk hard.

Monday, July 12, 2010


These are the three songs that have been stuck in my head for a really long time. From catchy, to annoyingly sticky, to fucking awesome.

I would like to know what's up with Nicky Minaj's natural-waist-to-low-hip-ratio. Serious amounts of elastic.

And also:


Sunday, July 11, 2010


Amazing vintage collector's piece from (NO LONGER AVAILABLE-- SO SAD.)

My life as of late:

  • Hangin' tough at Betsey Johnson's apartment.
  • She called me "Suongsville".
  • I drank from 10pm to 10am with my old friends and bonded real hard.
  • Getting my arm finished after two years.
  • I came to the socially harrowing realization that I am a homebody. I am a homebody. I am a homebody. I am a homebody.... Oh man.
  • I have sketches going into production in time for Spring of 2011. GO BUY IT & MAKE ME FEEL GOOD.
  • I redesigned the trim layout of a dress that will also be going into production for Spring 2011!
  • I hand altered the dress that Betsey wore to the CFDA awards.
  • I ate my first macaroon. Changed my life.
  • I removed one of my navel piercings. This is a huge step for mankind in the world of me.

Until next time.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

May the best woman win.



In lieu of the greatest show to grace the overrated and so obnoxiously vapid world of cable television, I have been living my life under the words of one of my most influential heroes and current muse for EVERYTHING I DO, RuPaul. I absorb every word that comes out of her mouth, in hopes of growing a penis so I can tuck it between my legs and live fabulously. I'm kidding. I hope this show goes on for at least another one hundred seasons, as long as there's a token young, spunky Asian queen on the show that goes to the top three, and loses to the token Caucasian veteran queen who loses to the tall, hardship-enduring queen of African descent. Yes, I love this show. I love it so much.
For those of you who haven't seen the second season, token Caucasian veteran top three queen, Raven rags on skinny, not very lady-like Nicole Paige Brooks from Atlanta, Georgia for having acrylic toenails...
This is Raven.

This is Nicole Paige Brooks, from Atlanta Georgia. Imagine acrylic toenails on a man's foot. That's probably what Nicole Paige Brooks, from Atlanta, Georgia's toes look like. I looked everywhere for a video clip of aforementioned ragging, but no such luck was had.
So last night, I came across a whole box of acrylic finger nails, compliments of my beauty/cosmetics  savvy roommate. Needless to say, it works. & it looks quite... awesome.

 I don't have the most beautiful toes in the world. But I bet they look better than Nicole Paige Brooks from Atlanta, Georgia.

I really hope someone recognizes my innate, god-given nail technician skills.

(all giffy images from a person who's good at computers from the SA forums.)

Please excuse my language.

The last time I posted was considerably long ago, but it was of great importance and rightfully deserved recognition. Things deserving of your recognition have happened since! But today, I finally have time and energy to put forth into the upkeep of this endeavor I started so long ago and abandoned.

ABANDONMENT NO MORE! The summer has begun. Let the time for wasting time begin.

I have made it a point to draw a lot over the next several months. I really want to get better by drawing more still life subject matter and less focus on women with no eyes and rib cages. I thought I would have the time to sit down and draw all day, but I forgot that I have to attend my internship five days a week. Not getting paid for hundreds, maybe thousands, of hours of work is truly exhausting. But this is so worth it. She is so fucking cool. I can't take it. More on that later. Or maybe never. Hmmm???

My very good friends whom I never get to see became "real people" and had a baby last year. OLIVE! <3 It was her first birthday a couple weeks ago. I'm broke as hell. So I thought I'd be real clever and so presumptuous as to illustrate a child I've only seen once, frame it and expect them to hang it on their wall? I am an asshole. A broke as hell asshole. People always say it's nice to give gifts that you created with your own hands and talent or whatever. So whatever. You could either be an unoriginal bastard with money or a broke, smug fuck. No one wins.

Thursday, February 18, 2010


Did I spell that right?

I just popped the most insane zit I've ever had. Last night, I tried to squeeze it out. I broke the skin but nothing happened. Today, it came back & grew while I was at class. There was no gradual slope, like most zits; it looked like I had a pearl stuck to my face. So I just got home not too long ago & I inspected it closely in the mirror- what the fuck.

Although it felt like there was a tremendous pressure waiting to be released, my blemish had become a big, loose sac of yellowy orange stuff. I gave it a good squeeze & nothing happened. What started as a firm, perfectly round pearl on my face became a loose old skin tag filled with fluid that could withstand intense amounts of pressure from all angles. This thing would require surgery to be removed, I had realized.

But I was wrong. There was a little scab on what some would call the apex, horizon or zenith, maybe. Not so grandiose, though. It was more like the nipple of an old, sagging breast. I pried it off & the offending liquid came spilling out.

Now there's a hole in my upper lip with loose, puffy skin all around it. I put some neosporin on it. It looks like an inflamed butthole. Or a donut covered in skin. With lots of lotion on it.