August 28, 2010

a breath of feeling

Sneaking in to a house a 3 somehitng in the morning, where your ex boyfriend and his parents lay asleep is always a sign of an interesting night. A type of night you probably will remember on your deathbed and laugh. Rewind to 2 pm of the previous day. The day that I decided to dress up and channel my inner personality to the outside world, I found myself hanging out and making friends in the south central district of Los Angles. Hanging out at USC is usually a sign of two things, you have a rich parental unit, or you are hella smart. Since I am neither, I pretended. To be both I presume. Sitting on 30th st waiting for my little Russian friend to come and pick me up. I realized how shallow people are, how they ponder only about how others perceive them, how nervous they are to smile back when you smile. And I also noticed that the case progresses the prettier the person is. Anyhow.
When I first moved to LA, I lived with an older lady, who I knew for the major part of my life. ALl her daughter's friends embraced me in to their "circle." In this circle, there was ( and still is) the most drama-queen gay boy I have EVER met. The mere details of his personality and daily dramatic over-reactions could easily be emmy-nominees. Well this Drama Queen, would always tell me how I would be perfect for his brother. Then his mother came and said the same thing. They all did. And silly little me kept searching, kept looking for love. For the perfect match. And I always came up empty-handed. ( yes yes, they were all experiences, but after a certain point, when you are surrounded by perfect blondes, the numbness spreads to the point where even when you accidentally burn yourself on the stove seems like a great thing, after all you finally felt something)

Now, few years past the point of being part of the group, I embarked on the most pointless relationship ever. Two years of wasted time. Two years of experiance that could have done without. A relationship that made me number than ever before. And then I met him. 3 days before he was supposed to leave, I met him, the younger brother that everyone told me about. the salt to my pepper.
I met him, and it was just .....click. I thought people lied when they said random ass shit like that.
I laughed, he was confused, and then he understood. He's been told the same thing for the past two years.
We sat in a group of three, slowly getting drunker and braver. Knowing that time was not on our side, we drank some more and laughed harder. He stared, I smiled. People noticed. We talk about girlfriends, and boyfriends, dicks and pricks, plastic surgery that I wanted to get. He said something cheesy in return, making me blush. We then decided that it was a great idea to drive down to the beach. Bottle of tequila in hand, we pretended to leap, talking about the water and fears of it. I smoked weed, he stood still. I twirled and stood on point. He was speechless. He talked about the girl he's dating. How I tried not to say something. But I think goodbye was the hardest. He smiled and said, I'll see you a year from now.

I have been crying and baking all day. turning this.......



to This.....

Yes, Bailey was a real trooper, helping me clean up any mess off of the floor within seconds. And looking very concerned every time I sobbed. It kinda reminds me of this song.




I'm gonna go cry some more.

August 27, 2010

song of the day

I don't know if many of you know this, but I'm a total Frenchie at heart. I believe Gertrude Stein said it best " America is my home country, but Paris is my home town" and with this I provide you with my song of the day. French Kiss by Ysa Ferrer
Enjoy.
( BTW this is a remix)

August 19, 2010

things I did last night..... all great of course!

OK, so maybe not all in one night, but never the less. here are a few photos from my excursions in the past week... thus so few posts. I hit up this great little mexican place with my friend AJ a few nights ago...and though the service was terrible and the place was kinda dingy...the food was off the hook ( as long as you don't order the Horchata you are golden... kids crack is whack)
Guelaguetza Restaurant. CHECK IT OUT!!



Then last night we decided to have a much needed outing to Coffee bean with Vince, followed by a night of drinking and shitty food at Big Wang's in NOHO. And here are the few appropriate photos I could muster. We were joined by our lovely group of comrades like Mr. Joe Asian, Ms. Puma Swede, Mr Michael Armenian Gangsta and Our dear Mademoiselle Misti. The night was a ball, conversations at the table would make Ms. Lewinsky blush. Grant it, Mr. Joe Asian finished off his night with his head on the table. We have to remind him every now and then that Koreans drink Soju not Tequila.... and for good reasons.


PS.... yes I have black hair at the moment : ) Paired with the limited edition Ray Bans ..... I think it looks hipster-esque.


Song of the day

August 16, 2010

Song of the day

So grant it, I'm not the biggest fan of this group, yet this song makes me smile every time. I can totally see a great night pared along with this jam!
Enjoy.

August 13, 2010

Song of the day

LOVE!!!!!! Scissor Sisters ROCK MY WORLD!!!
Check out their new video for "Any Which Way"
Enjoy


August 12, 2010

Sorrrrrrry for being absent for a few days... not a habbit I want to get in to... but just the few thingsthat have been going on.....

1. I left my job at Anthropologie. And now I'm dealing with Corporate. NOT A COOL SITUATION.
2. I was stuck in traffic yesturday for 4 hours thanks to two retards ( that give stoners a bad rep) that decided to go smoke weed in a DRY ASS brush.... dropped their bowl and started a fire.
3. It's niderms week and I have the worst case of food poisoning EVER!
4. My mom just lost her best friend to Breast Cancer.


Life is not a slice of cake at the moment.

But to make me feel a tad better, I found this.

Enjoy.






August 9, 2010

I find beauty in films usually the second or third time I see one. It takes me a while to get past all the cinematographic tricks, the special effects and the pure interest in order for me to properly dissect a film. While I was attempting to study for my Quantitive Literacy exam this afternoon, I decided that watching a film was a better option for my time and brain space. ( silly when I'm shelling out the money I am for my education) Never the less, I'd like to dedicate this post to people who use orgasmically-large words, and write like Tolstoi. People who have no qualms when it comes to using literacy to the point where my eyes want to bleed. People who talk about dead writers as if they were roommates and shrinks to one another. I've never had a skill for writing, no matter how much I've tried to learn, I'm terrible at it. Sadly for all who read the shit i write, I never stop trying.
I watched Wonder Boys all over again today, and I realized that I love complication in life, I love making choices, good or bad it makes me all fuzzy inside knowing that I made them, and have fit another pice in to the never-ending puzzle. Realizing the things I love about films as such always makes me feel "special" not in the drooling-chromosome missing sense, but in the sense that I have just seen a different reflection of something that someone else has come up with. Something that I pulled out of it. All on my own. I feel like a little kid that has figured out that if you shine a flashlight in to a mirror, it will shine back on a wall.
When a person can articulate their thoughts in a way that others are dire to read them really fascinates me, but what fascinates me even more is the fact that there are some of us that write and write and write yet never say anything. ( I often feel this way) Yet more times than not its the really fucked up ones, the ones who sit in the back of the class observing the swarm of bees outside a window and understanding their flight and behavior and detaining a beauty within are the ones that really make great writers. They make themselves virtually invisible within and idea or a subject that makes them so much more acute to their surrounding that it fascinates the masses. I'm thinking that today, is the day I write my first short story.

Song of the day

So here's my song of the day.... I LOVE Alphabeat.... actually words can not describe how much I love Alphabeat. But here, give it a listen.

August 8, 2010

6 feet under

I have found that more often than not, I am enjoying something that takes a particular taste, from stinky cheeses to '70's acid music to opera to leather biker boots and the smell of cigars, brandy and leather chairs. I sip at my gin on the rocks and smile. I have midterms this week, and honestly I'd rather be doing anything other but studying for them... obviously... thus I am writing this post. I think today is a very fitting day to talk about some of the great, some of the older, extremely talented and for the most part dead actors and the likes. There are a few that speak my language, and I'd like to share them with you.
I had always been a fan of Dennis Hoppers. Thought I am quite a bit his junior.... and alive and kicking, I have always found him incredibly sexy. There is just something about a man of age, I'm not sure if it's the fact that he's been around the block or the way he carried himself, the fact that he had the whole mystique of easy rider bad-assness. But never the less, he will always hold a special place in my hear: and here are a few things that might convince you of the same thing.

I mean how can that not be the sexiest man........ I mean come on!!!!

The other person that I have found quite fantastic was ( obviously James Dean) Mae West. I never really knew much about her ( silly communist) But I recently read her last interview. And I was flabbergasted. I mean it really took me a minute to get my jaw up-off the floor and mind out of the gutter. The only thing that I could think was " hot damn, now that's a woman"

I would like to share it with all of you. Enjoy.
Mae West held out her hand to me. As I took it, I scratched my palm on one of her diamond rings. All of her fingers were covered with diamonds. These, she explained, were just her "daytime diamonds". Holding out her hands, she said, "They're all real. They were given to me by admirers." Her gaze settled on my unadorned hands. "Oh, you poor kid! You don't have any!"

For a moment she regarded me with pity. Then she brightened. "But you have some at home?"

I shook my head.

She studied me, then said encouragingly, "You could, honey. But you've gotta try, and you've gotta know how to try. Knowing what you want is the first step toward getting it. There's nothing better in life than diamonds."

Mae West had been giving no interviews at all. She already knew all the people she wanted to know, especially in light of the hours she felt compelled to spend on hair, makeup and dress before she could see anyone. I had cost her three hours, but it would have been double that if I had been a man. If she were going to see anyone at all, a man would have been preferable any day, and especially any night.

"They always sent a man," she told me, not specifying who "they" were. "I considered spending my time with girls a waste of time, so I didn't mingle with any." The only exceptions were her beloved mother and her sister.

For Mae West, Hollywood had real unreality, and that was the way she liked it. To the end, she nobly resisted any assault on her fairytale castle. The apartment in Hollywood's Ravenswood was truly an extension of Mae West. The furniture was upholstered in eggshellwhite silk and satin, and appeared virginal, as if it had just been moved in for my visit. Once Mae had achieved perfection by her own standards, she hated any change. The celebrations of herself on display throughout the apartment evinced no false modesty. They also signified that in her mid-80s she was not afraid to be in competition with her younger self.

Whenever Mae interjected one of her celebrated epigrams to make a point, she would change from a serious tone to the sultry flippancy of Diamond Lil. As she spoke, her sculpted platinum hair would swing as in a shampoo commercial.

Perhaps she didn't like to give interviews to women because she couldn't act her part. Mae West had to be there herself; she couldn't just send Diamond Lil. She pointed out that although she was Diamond Lil, Lil was not Mae because there was more to Mae West.

Mae gave me a hard look and said there was something to tell me before we "got into it".

"If you smoke," she said, "you'll have to leave the room. I don't let anyone smoke in my presence."

I assured her that this wouldn't be necessary. Her approving look indicated that I had passed an important test.

"Then you'll keep your soft skin. That's how I kept mine. I always use baby oil. But the secret is it has to be warm, and you have to have a man put it on you - all over."

Her next query had the same tone of entrapment as the smoking suggestion. She asked if I wanted a drink. I declined. She said it was a good thing because she didn't have any liquor.

"I never understood drinking. It isn't good for your looks, and it cuts down on what you are. I never wanted to cut down on what I am.

"I was indefatigable. They only just found out that I had a double thyroid. Always had it, but didn't know it. Maybe that's the source of my energy, especially my sex energy. Is that scarf because you're cold, or do you have something to hide?"

I take it off.

"That's better. Now, unbutton a few buttons. Men like it if you show them a thing or two. I dress for women and undress for men.

"When I was making a film, I would stand during the whole shooting so I wouldn't wrinkle my dress. I'd say, 'Do I want to look my best for my public that expects it of me? Or would I rather sit down?' That ain't no choice.

"First impressions are what count. It's like when you arrive at a party. That's when people take a real look at you, and if they're impressed, that's how they think of you. If your makeup fades and you get creases in your dress later, that isn't what they remember."

What would you do if you didn't make the best first impression on a man?
Get a different man. I'd figure there was something wrong with him. I never needed clothes to make me feel sexy. I felt that way all the time. The nearness of an attractive man kept me in a constant state of sensual unrest.

You summed it up at the end of I'm No Angel when Cary Grant asked you, "What are you thinking about?" and you answered, "The same thing you are."
That's very exciting for a man. When men sense a woman is ready for sex, they're ready right away. When men came to see me, I had to try to calm them down a little first. [Sighing] I had a lot of great love affairs. Sex and work have been the only two things in my life.

In reverse order of importance.
Yeah. If I had to choose between sex and work, it was always my work I'd choose. I'm glad I didn't ever have to choose between them for more than a week, though. Since I was grown up, I've never been without either for more than a week.

What's "grown up"?
Thirteen. Before that, I was finding my way.

Didn't you ever have any trouble finding a man?
[Puzzled] What do you mean?

I mean one you really liked.
They always found me. I could always find something to like about every man. Well, almost every man. I want to show you my mother's picture. Isn't she beautiful?

She's lovely.
My mother lost a baby girl just before me, so I was her whole world. I had a sister and a brother, but they came along later. I was never jealous of my sister and brother. In my whole life, I've never envied anyone. I was too busy thinking about myself. Some people thought I should see a psychiatrist, but why spoil a good thing? It's better not to know everything about each other.

My mother wanted to be an actress. She finally got that through me. I took her out on the stage with me for a curtain call before she died. The success I had was worth it for my mother to come and take that bow with me. That meant more than any diamonds.

When I was a little girl, my father built me a stage in the basement of our Brooklyn brownstone. My father wasn't as sure as my mother about me going on the stage so young. He said, "Let her have a chance, but if she gets stage fright, she'll have to wait till she's older." Stage fright! Can you imagine? I didn't know the meaning of the word. Still don't. My mother didn't listen to my father. She knew I could do anything I wanted.

Very few of us have the opportunity to live out our fantasies. An actress may have that opportunity.
Being an actress and a writer both - that's the best thing you could be because you can be anyone you want. You just write yourself the part, and then you play it. Say, do you want to know about my first love affair? It was when I was five. I made my debut in Brooklyn at the Royal Theatre. It was my first love affair with my audience, and it's lasted all my life. That was the only one that ever really counted. No man could equal that. I ached for it, the spotlight, which was like the strongest man's arms around me, like an ermine coat.

Of what in your career are you proudest?
I saved Paramount Pictures. They were selling out. But my pictures made so much money for them, they were able to stay in business during the 30s. They oughta have a statue of me. At least a bust.

[Indicating a nude statue in her living room] Like that?
No. One of Diamond Lil in a beautiful dress. After Diamond Lil, sex was more out in the open. I'm proud of that because I always believed that sex was nothing to be ashamed of.

Do you think sex is better with love?
Honey, sex with love is the greatest thing in life. But sex without love - that's not so bad either. Sex is the best exercise for developing everything. It's very good for the complexion and the circulation. I've always had the skin of a little girl. Go ahead touch it. [I touch her skin.] That's all real. I didn't ever have to lift anything.

Do you remember when you first thought about sex?
I can't remember when I didn't. I always played with boys. They used to gather round me. I liked to see how each one kissed. A man's kiss is his signature.

I always liked having a lot of men around. On a rainy night it's like having more than one book to choose from, only better. I never could understand women who would almost die over one man. When you get rid of one, you don't want to sit around moping. When you mope, your mouth turns down; it puts lines in your face. There isn't any man in the world worth getting lines over.

Too many women wait around depending on men to bring them happiness. I didn't depend on men for mine. I knew how to handle men. I have a code though: No drinking, no smoking, and no married men. There are enough men to go around.

My best lover was a Frenchman who would pick me up after Diamond Lil and take me to the other theatre to rehearse Pleasure Man. One Saturday night we were at it till four the next afternoon. Like I always said, "It's not the men in my life, it's the life in my men."

What kind of "life" do you look for in a man?
Fire. A man can be short and dumpy, but if he has fire, women will like him.

Who were some of the men who had that fire?
John Barrymore wasn't so bad. I wouldn't have minded playing with him. In a movie, that is.

You mean you'd rather have had him as a leading man in a film than as a lover?
If I'd had to make the choice, yeah. Because movies are forever, and sex doesn't last.

I gather that most of the men with whom you've had affairs were not performers.
You weren't in the bedroom with us, honey. With me, they were all good performers.

Do you think being a lady means something different now from what it did? One thing that's changed is talking about it as a value. You were a good girl or a bad girl.
I was a bad girl with a good heart. I don't think things have changed so much. It's still a man's world, with men making the rules that suit them best.

Which time was better for women?
I think it was better then. Now a woman's expected to do it, and the man doesn't even have to court her. The woman used to be a bigger prize.

You've gotta have plenty of self-esteem, nerve, and be bold in life. I've been liberated all my life. I always did what I wanted to do. I was an original. I didn't understand then what films meant, every new generation rediscovering you. When I first came out here, I didn't understand how important Hollywood was going to be.

Do you find Hollywood greatly changed now?
The star system's gone. I was a real star.

Are there any ways you feel you're different from the public image of Mae West?
I'm glad you asked that. When people think you're funny, they start to laugh at everything you say. There was a lot of serious reflection in what I said. And I was always writing.

I know you're especially proud of your writing.
The secret of it is to keep everything moving. Don't let the audience think of the dishes. You need to have some lines they can take away, like songs they go away humming. Do you type or write longhand?

I write longhand.
That's the only way I could do it. They offered to teach me to type when I was in prison. Did you know I was in prison?

Yes. But you weren't an ordinary prisoner.
I was never an ordinary anything. I had to stand trial because of my show, Sex. They said I could pay the fine, but I decided it would be more interesting to go to prison. They told me I had to wear prison clothes, but I said I was bringing my own underwear. I wore my silk underwear the whole time.

How do you feel about censorship?
I believe in censorship! If a picture of mine didn't get an X rating, I'd be insulted. Don't forget, dear - I invented censorship. Imagine censors that wouldn't let you sit in a man's lap. I've been in more laps than a napkin! They'd get all bothered by a line like "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?"

You might say I created the Hays Office. I'm a kind of godmother to the Motion Picture Code. Now they use nudity and talking dirty to take the place of a good story. I didn't have to take off my clothes. Men imagined what was under them.

A man's imagination is a woman's best friend.
Do you know what question I'm asked most? About the mirrors on my bedroom ceiling. I say, "I like to see how I'm doin'." You can go look at my bedroom.

[As in the living room, everything in the bedroom was white. The perfectly made bed was covered with a white satin spread.]

Did you like what you saw?

I did. It's one of the most famous bedrooms in the world.
The most famous. What did you think of my bed?

I thought what an interview it might give!
I wish I could've shown you my beach house. But I sold it. I never lost any money in art or real estate. Money is sexy for men, but people don't find it feminine for a woman to talk about it. So, you don't have to talk about it, just have it. The real security is yourself.

Do you think money buys happiness?
No, but money is a great love potion for an affair. It buys a good bed with clean linens and time to enjoy it all. If you have money, you don't have to worry about it, and worrying spoils your looks.

What are you calling your book?

Do you have a suggestion?
[After thinking for a moment] You could call the book "Mae West and others". That's "others" with a small "o", and I want to be first. Being first is important in life.

For you, what's the most important thing in life?
My career is everything. Always was. I never changed. Inside, I feel like the same little girl I was. But it was the way I grew up outside that men liked.

What do you think men like in a woman besides physical beauty?
That's what men care about, except in their wives. Men admire devotion in their wives, beauty in other women.

It seems to me that for the world a woman is the way she looks, and a man is what he does.
A man should take as good care of his body as a woman does. I liked physically strong men who could fight over me. I didn't incite them. They just did it. What have you got there?

A camera. I was hoping ...
I don't have my picture taken with other women. I never like to see myself in a picture, except surrounded by men. You should always keep the best picture of yourself in your own head. If you don't think you're wonderful, why should anyone else? I don't usually go on talking so much. You know, honey, I see something men must like about you: You're a brilliant listener!

It's easy. I've had a wonderful time.
Do you know my idea of a wonderful time? Sex and chop suey.

Together?
No. The chop suey tastes better after. Chop suey, sex, and my career. My work was the most fun. Sex was second best. You've gotta conserve your sex energy in order to do your work. The sex drive is behind everything creative we do. The stronger the sex drive, the stronger the desire to create. People who want one thing more want everything more. But there are moments to slow down. I don't like a man that's in a hurry. "I like a guy what takes his time."

[I gather up my things to leave.]

Don't forget your baby oil. But remember what I told you: It's gotta be warm, and you've gotta have a man put it on - all over.

[Just as I was leaving, she called me back.]

Honey, there's something I want to tell you before you go. You know, my diamonds I told you all those men gave me? I wanted you to know - I bought some of them myself.

From The Ultimate Seduction by Charlotte Chandler (Doubleday, 1984). Copyright Charlotte Chandler.





August 5, 2010

Wylde for Thomas

Thomas Wylde that is. I've been a fan of the company for quite some time, and have had the luxury of meeting the creative force behind the brand. Paula Thomas, a former model is very clever of combining luxury and bad-ass rocker attitude in to a successful line. Though it is not a line to be afforded by many, a few pieces will spike up a closet. The line has followers like JLo and Angelina Jolie. These are the few things I'm coveting to bring home