Proenza Schouler f/w 10.11
9.06.2010
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4.11.2010
respect for Omahyra Mota
There is a raw and organic masculinity to Omahyra Mota, an ease and nonchalance that I admire. She's beautiful and not in that way that projects female femininity, plagued by the societal pressures for women. She has that I don't give a shit kind of attitude, one that draws unique comparisons to bold and thoughtful women, women who are comfortable in their own skin.
rainy day playlist
I love sad music. My friends mock my gloomy soundtracks, but I can't help it, I often find my thoughts interrupted as I try to match songs to situations, melodies to moments. On a day like today, rainy, dreary, gray, one needs a playlist that accentuates the components of their mood, allowing them to float off into delirium, focused solely on the emotional evocations of those certain songs.
Here are some of my favorite songs to play on those melancholy days:
1 When the Night Comes--Dan Auerbach (his album Keep It Hid is amazing, check it out)
2 Dust and Water-- Antony & the Johnsons
3 Black Umbrella--Luluc
4 Fake Empire--The National
5 Sur le Fil--Yann Tiersen
6 Ára bátur--Sigur Rós
7 I Sing I Swim--Seabear
8 Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay--Otis Redding
9 My Violent Heart--Nine Inch Nails
10 My Funny Valentine--Nina Simone
11 We Build Bridges--Liz Durrett
12 By This River--Brian Eno
The perfect arrangement of songs, for a perfectly rainy sunday afternoon.
3.29.2010
aging lunch
Today was my brothers birthday. So my mom took us out for lunch at The Farm, a really delicious restaurant in Hollywood.
Possibly the best Arnold Palmer ever. Period.
I had a spinach salad with warm artichokes, garlic bread crumbs, and a citrus dressing
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