This is a video I styled for Jay Reatard!!

Here It is

Even if you aren’t a fan of the music, you can appreciate the feathered top hat I made (well, glued). Jay really disliked it. I really did not care. 

PS those kids were monsters

…amazing. May we all hope to be so clever

There is seriously nothing, but nothing, better than the style of 60′s groupies. They always looked amazing. Maybe it was the heroin, maybe it was the loose-limbed bad boys, maybe it was the constant sex, I don’t know, whatever it was, it was magic.

Groupies today, for shame…Rock of Love Bus, anyone?

I can’t stomach band boys but I’m collecting dirty fur coats and floppy felt hats like my fuckin life depends on it.

They’re all here….Cynthia, Anita, Bebe. 

<3 <3 <3

No, just kidding. Thinspo is pretty stupid, although sneaky fun to look at. Girls are all secret lesbians. How long do we spend staring at each other’s thighs?

An abnormal amount, I think. 

A-NY-WAYS, my style has been boring lately, and it’s partly my fault and partly the weather’s. Summer makes it too easy to throw on some ugly mocs and a loose T and call it a day. Not so, ladies. Here’s some hot summer inspo to keep us all looking faboulous. Inspire, thinspire! No, for real, don’t be ana. Eat, goddammit. 

Cause…I am. No Doubt is the first record I ever bought. Well, I didn’t buy it. i filled out one of those Columbia get ten CDs for a penny type of deals and wrote a fake name and they sent me a box and there was No Doubt! 

It was cool. It was like a snail-mail version of Napster.

Sunday Morning!

And they’re getting back 2gether!!! EEEEee!!!

Ron Poznansky.

If Los Angeles is a trashed girl with a lost shoe throwing up on Cahuenga Blvd, Ron is the one holding our collective hair back. And making a smoothie afterward. Your girlfriend probably has a crush on him and maybe he’s taken your photo. But who is Ronny, you may ask?

Well, he is one of the greatest people ever, is who. 

What makes me qualified to pontificate so, you may ask?

Well. Ronny and I are pretty good friends. We talk everyday. We made out once and it was def top 5 for both of us. We play wordgames. We fall asleep on couches together at boring parties. People always think we’re dating because we hold hands, but we’re not. So this is a completely unbiased opinion/fact. Ron Poz is a gem and we better hold onto him forever. If he ever tries to move to NY or Portland it is our duty to lock him in a closet somewhere until he changes his mind.

Really. He is that wonderful. Still unconvinced? I’ve compiled a list of awesome things about Ronny to help sway you. 

 He is a swell dancer. He doesn’t daterape. He likes Yogurtland. He doesn’t talk about his dick constantly. He is a good driver. He loves animals. He might be a little autistic and that’s super cute. He drops science facts, not names. He knows a lot about computers. He never lies. He opens doors. He dresses like a dapper bellhop sometimes. He is extremely witty but not a showoff. He is punctual. 

If that doesn’t show you the light, I don’t know what will. But we should all take some time out to appreciate him. And to realize how soul-sullied we are next to him. He even has a halo, see for yourself. 

So next time you see him, give him a hug (even if you are a stranger). Ronny, we love you!

xoxoxooxo

Are a secret obsession of mine. Well, not so secret, I guess. I do openly dress like a pageant judge from the late eighties and I firmly believe that sequins can, and do, make anything better. I also love the flagrant superficiality, the hefty emphasis on looks, the gay dads, the bows, the skinny stick leg dance that the little girls do, and the puffy paint sweatshirts.

This is Painted Beauties Part Three from the early nineties. Miraculous. If you have nothing to do today, do this.

and I’m not ashamed to say it. IT’S GREAT! Especially most definitely when they deserve it.

I mean, it sort of sucks when innocent people are hurt and all.

So that’s why I like it mostly when bad people get attacked. My day is sunshine when hunters get clobbered by bears. My day is sunshine and rainbows when an elephant impales its mean fucker trainer into the ground. And my day is chocolate sundae orgasm excastcy when coral-stealing spear fishermen get chompy chomped by sharks.

I LOVEEEE IT!!!

I like animals a lot more than people. Just felt like sharing that, today.