forcefield against your charm

that quote has nothing to do with my drawing. i think.

"it took years to rebuild my brains forcefield against your charm and i feel ike u seal team 6'd ur way in again and caught my common sense sleeping on post"

once in a great while, TFLN is amazing.

usually, it's just a bad influence.

hipster girlfriends

this hipster paper doll is pretty stupid, and rather limited, but i just put together some chicks that look like me and some of the girls in my life. are you deserving of the pejorative smackdown if your paper doll is a decent approximation? i'd have made more of my friends, but there are no black, asian, or hispanic options.

it's kind of cute. whatever.

moi

cassandra

janet

kyra

rita

is it hipster because the illustration style is scott pilgrim-ish?

november daisy chain

outfits for yesterday, (second from left, the white flowers sweater as featured previously, worn with a collared shirt and gray cords) and the past few days besides. yesterday was a post-thanksgiving hang at my friend matt's house. we played "horse," (a nerdy spelling game) debated gentrification, and then i commandeered the music situation and loaded it with old funk and reggae.

1. black wool mini-dress, paired with dark gray tights and mulitmedia miu miu courts. worn to Girl and the Goat.

3. gray cardi, collared shirt, wool shorts, and sheer blue stockings, worn with garters and beater boots. worn to the CAN.TV taping of the Nick and Nora variety show.

4. blue velvet tube dress over gray silk-blend turtleneck and gray thigh-high stockings. black rubber melissas with open toes and tortoiseshell bows were involved. worn to the garfield park conservatory.


okay okay, i know that drawing is impossible to see, especially since i got lazy and the girls turned into stick figures. snapshots!

mara was wearing pale purple hose - cross-genertional twinzies photo-op

even with the fern room closed for repairs, one of the best spots in chicago

stems

an outfit that is mostly uninteresting unless you're the one happening to have on bright, Bright green thigh-hghs. the sheerness of the shirtdress doesn't really read in the photo. that is where great lighting comes in, or fashion illustration gains its communicative powers.

egon schiele was the jump-off point. the cons are a nod both to victorian lace-up boots and to the punk-grunge girls i love, who wear seamed stockings with their chucks or docs.

adopt me, please

tavi, the mulleavy sisters, miranda july, and kirsten dunst: a solid dys/functional sisterhood

(buddying-up at the 2011 MoCA gala)

lightness and weight

Men who pursue a multitude of women fit neatly into two categories. Some seek their own subjective and unchanging dream of a woman in all women. Others are prompted by a desire to posses the endless variety of the objective female world.

The obsession of the former is lyrical: what they seek in women is themselves, their ideal, and since an ideal is by definition something that can never be found, they are disappointed again and again. The disappointment that propels them from woman to woman gives their inconstancy a kind of romantic excuse, so that many sentimental women are touched by their unbridled philandering.

The obsession of the latter is epic, and women see nothing the least bit touching in it: the man projects no subjective ideal on women, and since everything interests him, nothing can disappoint him. This inability to be disappointed has something scandalous about it. The obsession of the epic womanizer strikes people as lacking in redemption (and redemption by disappointment).

Because the lyrical womanizer always runs after the same type of woman, we even fail to notice when he exchanges one mistress for another. His friends perpetually cause misunderstandings by mixing up his lovers and calling them by the same name.

In pursuit of knowledge, epic womanizers...turn away from conventional feminine beauty, of which they quickly tire, and inevitably end up as curiousity collectors. They are aware of this and a little ashamed of it, and to avoid causing their friends embarassment, they refrain from appearing in public with their mistresses.


-kundera

washed up

i really want these hasbeens combat boots but i cannot afford them, even with an insider discount.

amortizing isn't the issue; i simply don't have enough money.

my everyday boots are so bruised up... because i wear them almost every day, and neglect the rest of my collection. it makes me sad, on a couple levels.

miranda

miranda july is on a forecasting kick of late. as part of her promotions for her newest film "The Future," she is doing some light prognosticating. a lady after my own heart!

this is the fortune i received after a little meditation and a spin of the wheel:

actually, that really describes the kind of day i am having. haven't gotten out of bed yet! and it's super-gray and blowsy beyond my window.

find out what's (vaguely) in store for you at http://thefuturethefuture.com/oracle.php

opened like a peony

A Friend Killed in the War

by Anthony Hecht

Night, the fat serpent, slipped among the plants,

Intent upon the apples of his eyes;

A heavy bandoleer hung like a prize

Around his neck, and tropical red ants

Mounted his body, and he heard advance,

Little by little, the thin female cries

Of mortar shells. He thought of Paradise.

Such is the vision that extremity grants.

In the clean brightness of magnesium

Flares, there were seven angels by a tree.

Their hair flashed diamonds, and they made him doubt

They were not really from Elysium.

And his flesh opened like a peony,

Red at the heart, white petals furling out.