Mortality

Come see DMG, his decks, and his girlfriend Elliot at Ridhima/Tommy's birthday party!

Chris Brown

Juergen Teller

I had this photo on my binder in high school.

"..letting grease drip in their faces."

A series of scenes from Orson Welles' 1942 film, The Magnificent Ambersons

Starmageddon '09

Here are some pictures from the other night (Guy Fawkes Night) as borrowed off Random Person's facebook. Thank you, Random Person! What a lovely night it was!
Peter in his 'Hunter S. Thompson' attire, aka an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and some pajama pants, aka just another day in the life of Peter.




That sacrificial glow..

Huh? Life partners? Me thinkest!

"Pete Souza, the Diane Arbus of place setting photography." -The Awl annotates the White House Flickr feed. Laugh laugh laugh.

"That was some pretty good six last night."

Last night I was taking a break from La Grande Jatte-fest at the bibliotech. Lying on the futon in my candlelit living room, smoking a j, drinking a hot mug of black coffee, watching Eagle vs. Shark, and waiting for Lucy to come home with two French houseguests. All the while, Edinburgh grew colder--the biting wind picked up--and everyone just got that much cuter, with their now windblown cheeks and rosy noses, and their cable knit sweaters and hats.

Now it's FREAKOUT WORKMODE TIME. I should probably go back to the library to ensure that I actually spend the next few hours working instead of dicking around in my room being a pothead and drinking coffee and reading about something completely irrelevant to my MOTHERFUCKIN' SEURAT ESSAY*. Dope. I'm also forgetting how to spell things. Big time. But, the good news is, I don't have to ever think about fucking Descartes' thoughts on GOD ever again! Really! Like, I just tried to think about it some more, and it physically, hurts me, so it's really nice to know that there's absolutely no reason that I will ever have to touch that information again, unless I want to voluntarily reach into my brain for it in order to rape someone in an awesome PHILOSOPHY DEBATE

So whatever. French people in my living room. What.

*Document is at this point hypothetical

I had hoped the salt below, would divorce what was wed above

mission ignore the bullshit out of existence

Watched this shit last night, following our in-no-way-unamazing Halloween feast. It was funny. There's also this kind of raw bit in the end where they end up in this pit of dead, decaying cows (it takes place on a "ranch"), and they fight, with pieces of the rotting corpses, like huge leg bones and shit, to the death. GNARLY. Mandy Lane does have quite a rack though. I'd probably do her.

It was a proper lovely evening though. So much food. Candles. Acceptable wine. Sweets coming out of our ears. I love this flat. I love my flatmates. I'm stoked. No complaints. Other than this illness, of course, which has just completely attached itself to my body, and isn't making plans to leave anytime soon, like, it's having its mail sent to me and shit. This needs to end. ALSO, this fuckin DESCARTES paper needs to fuckin die AS WELL. Why am I taking a philosophy course?? The concept of philosophy baffles me, and I don't really even think understand what it's about. Yeah I'm retarded I know.

Sunday morning Selectism.

George Caleb Bingham, Shooting for Beef, 1850

Also, introducing, the Uniqlo Patchwork Flannel Check Shirt:


And Liberal Arts students all over quickly turn to run to their nearest Uniqlo, then are saddened when they realize that they're in the middle of fucking nowhere. No really though. In all seriousness. I'm sort of creaming myself right now. But at the same time.. is it ugly or is it cool? It's certainly indulgent. However, if I were a dude, or my ex boyfriend (who I guess would also constitute as a dude but I am singling him out because I'm using his wardrobe as an example in my mind despite the fact that a lot of people have no idea what his wardrobe entails and to tell you the truth I probably don't either anymore but whatever), I would definitely rock the purple/yellow combo (or even this less conspicuous version), because it's gaudy as fuck, but there's something about it that's just really fucking understated and cool, which probably wouldn't be the case if it were made by anyone other than Uniqlo because Uniqlo is the shit. That being said, I've pretty much been consumed by the realm of neutral, unobtrusive colors and don't think I could rock something that loud. I'll probably get one though, of a more subtle palette. I do think they're cool shirts, as long as USED PROPERLY. You hear me. Okay that's how I feel about the shirts.