Sleeping with the Romantics

Lazy on rainy city days.

The thunder tonight sounds like bombs.

My dad, Amelia and Michael are all here and life is good.

Pictures of the birthday festivities coming soon.

xx

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Paranoid Lunacy

Our apartment might be inspired by petifores, flowers and Alice in Wonderland,

but two catwomen live here.

and if you know me at all, this video basically explains everything

and it's inspired by the femme fatal designs of Jonathan Kelsey

and if you know anything about me, or have ever seen my closet, you know that I take shoes very seriously.  If I could be naked for the rest of my life and just wear amazing footwear and maybe agent provocateur lingerie, I would be the happiest dominatrix in the world.

But until the gays take over the world and make public nudity de-categorized as indecent exposure, I guess my fetish for impropriety will have to be confined to the walls of west 10th.

And the Prada lookbook for Fall/winter '09 is rad

Oh and this is a very important announcement

My birthday is in 8 days!

My sister Amelia and my husband Michael are both coming up to stay at west 10th

And so is Papa RJ

It's going to be a celebration for all celebrations

And I already found the dress (which will remain unseen by any eyes but mine until the 25th, but let's just say it was the vintage sequin steal of the century)

and if you want to make me the happiest girl in the world, you will add these shoes to my collection so I can stop walking all the way to the Prada store in Soho just to visit them.

As you can tell from my last post, and the beginning of this one, Alice in Wonderland is a very important part of me.

Mariel and I have decided that the story that explains our lives merits a quote scrolled on the living room wall 

`But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.

`Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad.  You're mad.'

`How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.

`You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'

We're also obsessed with this Vogue photo shoot interpretation of the story and featuring some haute couture heavy hitters

See it here

and be inspired.

And in honor of being told I look like Zooey Deschanel for the umpteenth time, here is gift, because at least I apparently resemble someone who does good work.

xx

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I've Got This Feeling That I've Been Here Before

I feel like this,

So I woke up far earlier this morning than my usual sleeping patterns reasonably allow, (especially for someone who's been in a semi-nocturnal state for a good portion of the summer and has had small periods of not seeing the sun light).  But after some frustrating tossing and turning in my new anthropologie bedding, I saw the beautiful New York day outside of my window illuminating the lime green leaves of my favorite tree and decided to get up.  The apartment feels like home, so until it's time to go out for our nightly romp, Mariel and I have been spending a lot of days camping in the living room.  

Sometimes we bake cake

and listen to Au Revoir Simone and feel like we're living in Le Petit Trianon

And then sometimes we feel like we're melting into the walls

while we deal with sassy neighbors, angry foreign men, handymen, water leaks, doing the wash, dust and rumors.

 So, I think today should be a day for brunch with old friends, lying in the grass, making art and maybe even seeing some at Moma.

But Anyways,

Here are a few photos of what living at West 10th has been like the past two weeks

Basically I've been getting far too bogged down in the small stuff, and while I watch summer slowly fade into a new semester at school, I'm trying to learn that the possibilities are endless and we should all live a life kind of like this

oh and P.S.

I really miss Ryan and I'm really upset with Fire Island for taking him away.

xx

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Celebration Guns

So I'm back in The City

and it's just how i wanted it to be.

I feel like Mariel and I are in this book

Because we've been staying up all night and sleeping all morning, and waking up in the afternoon to make tea and panini and watch Dexter. (it just keeps us occupied while we wait for the next True Blood)

Ryan sleeps over a lot

This was us one morning.

In my bed, which happens to be the best bed in the world.

Life right now looks like this

But it's not all fun and games. Mariel and I are having to take on many big girl tasks, some things we never even thought we would ever be dealing with, like:

• Which ways do tilted wall mounts tilt?
• What is dry wall?
• Does the price of the drill really make that much of a difference?
• If we turn on the oven and it smells like gas is that bad?

It's all coming together with time though, and eventually our apartment will look like the homosexual opium den that we imagined it would.

The gays are coming over soon so we can go out, so I should probably go, but if you've seen either of these boys let me know.

And don't worry, Mariel, Sam (her brother who is a current house guest),

and I attempted to make a stop motion snuff film, and the pictures are coming soon to my blog near you.

xx

CMS

Cause I've been Dreaming We Could Be the Fire for This Night

The south does something to me.

As usual, Sorry for the lack of updates darlings, life's been full of wild times and never enough time to stop at the glowbox to put it all into writing. But Anyways...

Bonnaroo as usual was the unpredictable wonder that we knew it would be when we piled into the car at 7am, being the responsible hippees that we are.  But in this case the early birds did not get the worm, we didn't beat any traffic, and ultimately got stuck in the back of the camp grounds.  

What is typically a 45 minute drive from Nashville to Manchester took us 9 hours.

But of course we made the most of it and decided to say 'Fuck It' and get on top of the car and blow bubbles, pop open some beers and blast some good 'ole southern rock.

Our neighbors in line ended up being our neighbors at our campsite, and in the spirit of the Roo, we made great friends. Regardless of being a trek from the music we always had a chill spot to come home to, fully equipped with a make shift living room and kitchen.  But in reality 'chill' has an entirely different meaning at Bonnaroo, because no matter where you go and at what time there will be people willing to throw down with you, and even at 3am the ritualistic rebel cry of 'BONNAROO' will always be answered by many. 

Friday was by far the craziest day, starting out with Animal Collective, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and then letting TV on the Radio lull me to sleep, only to wake up two hours later to the same trippin' kid hanging in the tree above me.

That night we saw the Beastie Boys which was by far my favorite show.

Next to Snoop

Because my love for him is older than my love for whiskey, and that says something.

Ultimately, Bonnaroo is not something that can be explained, it must be experienced, because you can't put into words the feeling of complete chaos wrapped inside bond of almost a hundred thousand people who still believe in the same things. It kind of gives you hope that maybe our generation can save the world after all, we just have to remember that 

we're all in this together.

and we should love each other.

Okay, I'm sick of sitting in one spot.  I'm off to the farm in Fairview where I grew up with my sister Amelia, and we live in a dome

and Papa Frank let's us drive his little red truck truck

I'm getting my fill of the south because the countdown has begun for my departure (Sunday) and I don't know when I'll be back again.

But don't worry Mariel,

I'm coming home.

So we can pretend to live like this

and go visit Rick.

xx

CMS

Run Into Me

W. 10th St. is calling. Because living with Mariel feels like 

This

I've been stirring in the south and dreaming of the city.

I want to decorate

And have a dinner party. If you're lucky we can have a sleepover.

(Because cuddling is right and why sleep alone when you don't have to?)

Speaking of cuddling, my favorite spoon, and the best husband a lil girl could ask for, Ryan

is coming down on home to rub me the right way.

I think we make a damn good couple. n'est pas?

He's no deep sea diver

But I prefer cowboys anyway.

So life is slow and green.  The people are as sweet as the tea, and the weed is as red as the wildflowers that line the interstates.  It's a welcomed change of pace, but as the end of my stay starts to peak out on the horizon line, I am getting excited for the way life appears as though it's going be this upcoming year.  New York is no longer an experiment with communal living and stir crazy nights, it's the next step in living loudly and dancing too close.

I am ready to hit the pavement.

But first and foremost,

a week from today I will be embarking on a little experience us Tennesseans like to call

BONNAROO.

Some of you know about the catastrophe I created for myself there two years ago, but I'm looking forward to making new memories with people I love, in the sun and the dirt, and making much wiser decisions (no drug salad, please).

So stay savy, and holler at ya girl y'all.

xx

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