It can not be aquired.

Men need to wear fantastic suits, I demand it.



Even Uncle Karl is sportin a Tom Ford suit jacket.

Do I need to say it?



Fashion can be bought. Style one must possess.
- Edna Woolman Chase

First step towards recovery, admittance. At least thats what I have heard.

I am a "hoarder" in the worst way. Clippings, pictures, nicknack's, books, scraps of paper (that make absolutely no sense when rediscovered) I do not have one of anything. I love ribbon, coats, shoes is another HUGE issue I have to deal with, but frankly I am not going to fix that.

Fastest way to my heart is to complement me on my shoes. I can say I dated some one because the first thing he said to me was "wow those are some great shoes." A pretty generic complement, and I rarely accept complements in the first place, but I agreed with him. Maybe it was just one of those days.

It's possible that I'm just greedy. I would like to consider myself a collector of ideas, that shoves them all into a box, for later use.

Clippings have become a growing problem, but in attempts to orginize such items, I stumbled upon some of my favorite editorials of all time. I have hunted for them high and low using the world wide web, just so I have 2 sets of these fantastic shots. I showed this paticular editorial, that I was estatic to find, to some friends who were over, my enthuseasum was not recipricated. maybe someone can appericate this.















This is such a devine life. This is her real family. I yern to gain anything slightly resembling this state of being

I heart history

History is full of satin hot shorts.

MADONNA Vogue MTV Music Awards
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I enjoy the 5 second "get to know you introductions"

My personal opinion is, this is one of the most accurate depictions of life in Versailles. That is just what I think, you yourself can be the judge.

All Hallows Eve

So I did not celebrate Halloween in the typical style. Mum dropped by for a 72 hour visit so we did the classy thing to do on the witching night.... Went to the Symphony for Tchaikovsky's "Pathetic"(thank you Kaeleigh and Seany Kingston?) then to Village Inn for food and a diagnoses with the cast of House MD at mid-night. It was a grand time had by all. View Picture book for highlights, we are not picture people, so there are few picture to even show.

Mother receiving her "welcoming gift basket." Not the best picture of either, kinda caught off guard and greasy. "Aww, its a Ken Cake"- Mother

Gifts from far off distant lands. Hudson gave me a Domo Doll, he thought I was lonely, charming boy. Mom brought me a bag of Oats ("I felt like I had a Kilo or a brick of something in my bag and kept worrying they were gonna ask me about it"-quote from mother about getting the Oats through security) and Sylvia Plath book. My loving Father got me a Michigan Tee shirt from his work travels, thank you papa.

INSERT SYMPHONY PICTURE HERE
"I can't wait to get old enough when I can get away with being insanely eclectic."- Mother


Mom in my room, myspace "Look at me playing the acordian!We could have an act"-Mother

We lost the one of ma dressed up like Stevie Wonder, damn shame. "I'm not going to hold that curtian rod, you can't make me."-Mother

I don't think we look anything alike. "She was so attractive in her photos, I would have never guessed it was the same cute girl."-Mother

"Oh yeah, thats because of the incident at Target, that really had some mental scaring"-Mother

How to spend your free time, a learners course.

Today I decided to make a Boston "Scream" Pie. I hate the name, but I acknowledge the fact they were trying to use cleaver word play in loo of the upcoming, Halloween. It was also in fact a cake, not a pie.

I choose to make this for a number of reasons...

1) My mother is coming in town and she makes me treats when I come back to the nest, I can only return the favor.
2) Make my mother see how much I really need a cake plate to properly display my creation.
3) Baking relaxes me, and I feel as if I accomplished something in the end. It is instant gratification, the only kind there should be.
4) I got a incredible idea of writing/ draw something in white chocolate in the frosting. I looked all day for a flat glazed cake recipe and this is the one I stumbled upon.

My new oven creates a bit of a challenge. It doesn't cook evenly, and by even I mean, the sides of your food will be burned yet the middle isn't even warmed yet. It also cooks about 75 degrees hotter than set too. if it says it should be done in 15 to 20 minutes, it is on fire in 7. i set the smoke-alarm off nearly every other day.

Clearly, for such an ambitious dessert, I could not dilly dally with a bipolar oven on the fritz. I went to the Yuma house and took all my supplies there to finish the job. Valorie, a resident of the Yuma house, and long time Picasso, offered to help me in my efforts to come up with something really great to doodle onto my cake. "Lets put your face on it."-Valorie Boss. She was absolutely right, nothing says "Welcome to my new adult lifestyle mum," than a cake with your own image in the frosting.

So that's what we did. Val sketched me out, and put it into frosting. It was perfect. I had never been so happy, and so grateful for her gift of the arts. Truly she is the master of mediums.

End Result:



Every time I open the frig I chuckle. I really do need a cakplate. this shouldn't be hidden from the world.

Ellen Von Unwerth

Ellen Von Unwerth is a first-rate German photographer of pleasurable things.

lovely Liv.



Ellen does most the work for Chantal Thomass, but I shan't be repetitive but this is from the same 17century risque Versailles inspired series featured in previous post.



P.Doherty and friend.


lilly allen.


Moss.

Fraulein Maria.


dita von teese

refined insanity

I awoke at 1 pm. If I, perchance, woke even 2 hours earlier, I could be the owner of a fabulous, handmade, leather mask. I need a male counterpart to wear them for me and strut around the house in his finest suit. I naturally would be wearing my Vintage Kimono, or a breathtaking antique ball gown/ 1920's cocktail dress with a sweater over the top, to make it more casual for everyday house-wear. We could watch documentaries, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, or maybe a classic foreign film.(I can picture it and it is divine).
The correlation between my coma-like slumber and being incapable of living my dreams, is alarming. Something will be done to remedy the situation. I shall never miss and opportunity such as this, again. I did enjoy the pictures so much, I stole them to show you how stunning they truly were. My favorite was the Lucifer, and it was on sale for 325$ to 80$! If only I wasn't in need of some much beauty sleep, I could have made this happen.

How could you not fall head over heels for a gentleman such as this? You just can't resist that allure.

I must acquire the facade of Beelzebub

For 30 bones and next day free shipping, you would be beating your self up that same as I.

More men should adopt this stance and ambiance.

Dreamy, yes?

This one tipped the scales at a whopping 340$, but I love it so.

Entire outfit total= 125$ bargain shopper, now if I wasn't narcoleptic this could have really worked out in my favor.

so many more, but these were the cream of the crop

A nod to the St. Petersburg Ballet Company

If only I had the means to progess my interpritive lyrical ballet career, the world would be my oyster.

Orson Welles you dog

Not positive why I watch the entier life storie of Ed Wood Jr. I know nothing of him. But this is the Orginal Vampira, and her ramblings of ex lovers.


You're right, lets not mention that.

GOOD NEWS!

Laurie and Tod have been married for 19 years of bliss and are going strong. There's to you two.

in need of maturity

I aspire to be one day called an "absolutely fabulous elderly."





nearly positive this is the most smashing woman of 50 I can think of. I would be more than tickled to end up something like this. This is Chantal Thomas. She is the owner and designer of Chantal Thomas, the Lingerie company out of Paris, France. I got a book for Christmas last year and she was featured in it, and a few months back J. Boss bought her back to my attention again. She creates splendid night time romping wear, but I'm more interested in her. She is great. I love/ am intrigued that she wears such masculine clothes yet makes the laciest, girly, froo froo intimates. Refer to images below.

Visual Litterature

One of my favorite books is Steinbeck's, East of Eden. I would recommend it to anyone. It was recommended to me by my father, and I am forever indebted to him for this fantastic suggestion. Steinbeck describes the character in such detail. Cathy/ later in the novel, Kate, was one of the more interesting individuals. The time took to describe her was noticeably long than any of the others.

I was watching TV and it was a season of cycle 10 America's Next Top Model. I had never seen this cycle, since I don't watch the television all to often. They panned over the entire crew of possibles and hopefuls, and I had to double take. Kate, the image of Kate, that I had created of my own design in my head, was on TV. I was so caught of guard by this. They zoomed in on her, it was undoubtedly the sadist child I had read about it.

This had never happened before. I have never seen some one that I made in my consciousness in real life before. I was baffled. I couldn't figure out if, I could have possibly seen this girl before I read the book, and I just picked her out of obscurity and made her my Kate. But I did do a little sleuthing on the World Wide Web, and found some pictures. If you have read the book, tell me you see it to.


Allison Harvard, eerie right?

Clearly, I Have No Time For You.

"Time is a precious thing, never waste it."
- Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory 1971.


Ain't that the truth. Well, I now resided in the heart of a thriving metropolis and things are really on the up swing. I don't have much time for nonsense anymore. I'm a career woman striving to become a funcioning member of high society. It's working out in my favor. This is 24 hours with McKenna Taylor.

Yesterday

-Wake up to alarm, 7:30 am, hit snooze.

-Woken again in 5 minute intervals till 8:00 am.

-Wake up to 2nd alarm at 8:15, hit snooze.

-Got to work by 8:30, discovered shanty town 8:32. Homeless people took over the Spa's parking lot and set up a small village.
Artist Rendition:


-Called the cops on squatters. Watched one guy book it to 7-11, and made the homeless woman tear down there makeshift town and throw away all their blankets in our dumpster. Don't worry, she strategically left her Albertson's shopping cart next to the dumpster and came back and got most of it. Honestly, there were probably 9 huge comforters, a tarp, 4 sleeping bags, and a huge piece of plywood, plus one dog. They set up shop.

-Worked from 8:30-2pm.

-4:00 pm, mailed birthday greetings to a friend, yes it is a Steven Hawking postcard. & no, I truly don't know this person that we'll, I feel like it will be appreciated anyways.


- On the way home I was stopped at a red light and saw the following event; School bus stops. students get off bus including two girls, no older than 15 with CARSEATS. They took their BABIES TO SCHOOL. If you look close enough to exhibit #C, the girl in the purple to the right of the bus and the girl in the black directly to the left, both are holding infants, and I am an eye witness.
Exhibit #C


- Ran more various errands, including buying two birthday presents for upcoming birthdays.

- Got home, made a sandwich, turned on music, came to terms with my actual problem and struggle, with being a, so called, "hoarder." I hoard clippings, this was my attempt to get this serious hazard to my life, in control. ETA 6ish.

You cant see that the clippings covers the entire, next room. I have a problem.

- Went with Boss girls and Jonah to gallery stroll 8:00.

- Went to Red Rock Brewery to eat with Boss's Friend Trent, twas a grand time. We all walked back to my humble abode.

- Watched the motion picture Cry Baby staring Johnny Depp. Superb. Consumed Baby Banana Bites, yes I named of that because I made them, and they were scrumptious.

Favorite Depp movie.

- Lovely company left around 2 am.

- Caught up on my Hulu, by watching It's Always Sunny in Phillidelpia, and Community, and Glee,and viewed the Natalie Portman Rap.

- Sleep at 3:20, roughly.


In conclusion, my life is on the fast track. I can't be toying around, my time is to far to valuable to be bothered with frivolities anymore.

Like a Real Woman

I was speaking to my cousin on the phone yesturday. She just moved back to the states after living in Europe for nearing 10 years, and we are trying to creat a rendezvous to have a grand reuion. She is 25 and is ultimatly one of my favorite persons.

CONVERSATION VIA MOBLIE DEVICE:
Brit: Hey hoser, what ya up too?
Kenn: Oh ya know, just at the grocery store shopping, like an adult.
Brit: (laugher).....I like how you needed to define the activity and being "adult."
Kenn: This is a new world for me, I need validation on my coming of age.
Brit: It's ok, I mowed the lawn today, like a home owner.

Brittney is in fact a squatter, not an actual home owner. If I had a home, I would want praise for mowing the lawn as well.

Harvie who?

I spent a day by myself in my future, by future I mean next week or so, apartment last week. I watched about 3 hours of Sundance Channel. The Marc Jacobs Documentary was on (even though I have seen it twice, and still convinced me and Marc would make a smashing duo,) and a clamation short came on. Harvie Krumpet is a unlucky nudist in a nutshell. This short won the Academy Award for Animated Short Film in 2003. I feel the need for everyone to see it at least once. I was caught of guard by this slate-colored, polish immigrant, and delighted that he came for a visit to invade my gray matter. I also have come to acknowledge the fact that I relate to this unfortunate fellow, for he loves fact and can not spell, such as I.

Full Length Feature Film:


When not familiar with Thalidomide babys, I looked it up via the interweb. Apparently it was the wonder drug of the 40's and late 50's, and speculatively was created by the Nazis as a cure to nerve gas effect, then marketed as a cure all, yet has sever birth defects when taken for morning sickness. the disclaimer at the top of the page caught my eye.

This article is about the drug. For the musical about a person with Thalidomide disability, see Thalidomide!! A Musical

I hope Thalidomide!! A Musical is currently a running show on Broadway.

In more recent news.

The happenings in my life include-

Moving to Salt Lake City next week.

Went to Cirque De la Symphony. Thank you Kaeleigh, for the invite.(pictures coming soon)

Got kicked out of Cruzers Bar on karaoke night.

Started a new job.

Won best "Euro Trash Outfit" of the night. It's a prestigious award, trust me.

Going to school.

Went to Wyoming for "The Mountain Man Rendezvous." Notably a success and my second time ever camping.

Bought an accordion, pondering on a future purchase of a guitar. Having no experience with instruments in general, I am in the market for a a musical guide first off.

Celebrated last day of Ramadan.

TO DO LIST: Aquire a table

I have a plethora of coffee table books I need, or all ready have in my possesion. These are large, beautiful, pieces of art and need the proper pedastool to desplay them. This is a conumdrum, for the fact that I do not currantly own something to fit that critirea. The newest addition to the "Purchase as soon as possiable" list, (shorthand is PASAP, clever palindrome, no?)

"Hair'em Scare'em presents an extraordinary exploration through the fascinating beauty and inventive possibilities of hair as a medium for artistic expression in contemporary art and design."




It's a deffinate, and comes out october '09. Thank Moses for lay-a-way.

Let them eat Cake

Scott Hove Cakeland:

Luficer has an eye for talent

Artist of the moment is Niccolo Panganini.



Reportedly, Nicco was the first "rockstar." Let us go over his rap-sheet, to be positive he deserves such a claim.

- Alcoholic and excessive gambler by the age of 16
- Rehab for 3 years at an "unknown" woman's estate
- Rumored to have made a pact with the devil for his immense talent.
- Wore all black to his concerts, would arrive in a black carriage, drawn with 4 black horse.
- Nick named the "Hexensohn" or the "Witch's Brat. Also was called "The Devil's Son"
- Fiendish appearance and stage pressecne ie." His physique was always quite emaciated and pale, which contributed even more to his "demonic" appearance. He lost his teeth which gave his face a sunken ghost-like appearance. Whenever he performed, Paganini's thin body would sway back and forth eerily on the stage, and his eyes would look white from them having rolled up inside of his head, and his long wild hair would sway to and fro, all of which created a unique otherworldly effect."
- Accused of "abduction and seduction" of a minor after being caught in the act with a 20 year old.
- Opened a Casino, failed, and lost everything.
- Diagnosed with syphilis
- User of mercury and opium, resulted in serious health and psychological problems.
- First to memorize sheet music so he could walk around on stage.
- Outrageously secretive about his solo's.
- Refussed the "Last Rights" to be preformed by a priest, befor he died.
- Granted him a title of a Knight of the Golden Spur.
- He had Marfan syndrome, a genetic mutation that results in elongated fingers and other unique traits. Also suffered from Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, commonly know as Rubber Man Syndrome. “This enabled Paganini to perform the astonishing double-stoppings and roulades for which he was famous. His wrist was so loose that he could move and twist it in all directions. Although his hand was not disproportional he could thus double its reach and play in the first three positions without shifting.”
- Dubbed his Violin as "The Cannon."

"I am not handsome, but when women hear me play, they come crawling to my feet." Niccolo Paganini.

I agree with the title and office that was previously stated. Nicco is a true musicial mutineer.

Boarding School Fantasy

Saw this editorial in W a while back. I have an unexplainable need to be a wealthy, irreverent, troubled adolesent.








Never to late to start.