happy thanksgiving yall.

i got you babe.

i cried.

cause it's true. i am amazing at owning a heart and soul. not as amazing as i am at owning a brain, but hey 2 out of 3 right?

did ya'll know i was black?

i didn't.

but apparently this girl knows wHat's wHat (wut wut).

[below is a comment i received in response to this post on my 'other' blog - funny that this blog used to be my 'other' blog.]

I read this article to its very end, and all along I couldn't help thinking that you , as well as most african americans should once for all accept the fact that if you want a world of your own , you should go for it and create it . Asking other races to feel bad not having you on the covers of Vogue or any other fashion magazines , or runaways is ridiculous , period .
You guys can simply create your own Vogue , your own fashion houses(thanks good , people like Tracy Reese didn't wait for you...), like others have done...(their are Japanese and brazilians,Korean,Taiwan etc... versions of Vogue ) .
But of course it's maybe easier to sit there and complain all day long about how all the mean , racist others people are leaving you out off everything .
Now , when Vogue does, put a black man(Lebron James that is) with Gisele on the cover , that wasn't good either , as dumb readers found that the image was depicting the black men as an overly sexual ape ...
So , you see , no matter what , it's never good .
Stop cultivating the victim attitude , and you would then start growing strong and won't need to be on the cover of a white magazine , to feel that you worth as much as any other race in this planet .This will be good for your community...and definitely for all of us .

Irena

the week in review

well it's no secret that i'm a total creep, but i just couldn't resist! these kids are about...12. and on their way to school. and totally, unimaginably in love. at one point young man was explaining to young miss the finer hierarchical points that are observed within the wu-tang clan. oh yeah? i think you were maybe being born as robert diggs was acquiring absolute power over his band of merry men. but props, snaps, whatever to you friend. you definitely know more than i do.


after this exchange she looked at him and said 'listen you can't fail this class. it's a nothing class, but i'm not letting you go back to laguardia". ya hear that parents?

moving on

what. are. light. onions.
well one explanation was 'onions that aren't red'. that, as simple as it is, nearly blew my mind. yikes.


don't know hooooooowwww i feel about this one.

but i do know how i feel about THIS. can you imagine the person that these belonged to?



i can. i bet i can come within two inches of the correct answer.


aw c'mon that's not nice.

but this is!

man i love her. it's just true.


walked by this. thought nothing of it.


looked a little closer. thought maybe a little bit about this.


oh. so the 'for sale' sign was part of the window dressing? clever.

by the way. this is the name of this place:

clearly ladders are hard to come by.


and that's all i got!

omg i'm dying. i'm dead. i died.

paging dr. snutts?

fuck i hate this SO MUCH SO MUCH so muuuuuuuuch

this is my nightmare.

gross out

i just got this invite in the e-mail. i've taken the time to blackout all the information because i do not want to even come close to promoting this. not even by default.

julia pott

if you're reading this julia pott, i'm stephanie porto and i'm so in love with your tender heart!

*editor's note - this post's last sentence originally read "...and i'm so in love with you're tender heart. bianca was kind enough to point it out, but i want to make the case that it read as such because my original intent for that sentence was '...and i'm so in love with you because you're a tender heart.'

cough.

it's beyonce week ya'll!

and cadillac records is going to be something to see. baleedat.

hold me until the sun comes up

i feel this guys motivation...but i don't know about this solution. you can't really feel an image. but i think this proves the theory that men are more visual while women are more tactile.

one that note, here is an image of a pterodactyl. is that my spirit animal?

oh god.

i almost threw up. i can't take that these puppies are not in my hands, receiving every ounce of love i can give them.

i love greyhounds.

don't you?

say WHAT!?

go learn you that.

what rob?

again again!

i just love this photo!!

people have incredible fetishes.

really?

more obama luff.

if you don't know, now you know...

Danielle Levitt takes amazing photographs. Danielle Levitt tells amazing stories. Danielle Levitt has amazing hair.

All the rumors are true.



I went out to support the book launch at Deitch of this fantastically prolific and warm-hearted friend, whose work I've watched grow and grow and grow. Photographing american teenagers, she's given a stage and voice to them, shed light on all of their insecurities and strengths (and of course turned the mirror of memory on us), and ultimately has encouraged and revealed some of the most forcefully creative people of our society that are just trying to make their own way. It's an incredible gift to give to the world.

Props, snaps, hugs, cheers and all that shit.

Maybe you're asking, why blog so late? Well because 1) i'm forgetful like a goldfish, and 2) she just got written up for the NY Times style section and therefore reminded me that I did not properly laud her awesome achievements.

asshole

whoops.

hey what's up?

oh nothing

i just had a 25 minute conversation with my attractive neighbor.

and then came in and remembered i had my zit cream on my face. i live inside of seventeen magazine.

people's be havin it rough

this goes out to all the loves of my life: ya'll have not had ease on your side as of late. thank god we have friends. it's times like these you need them to remind you that you do indeed know how to smile, that you have in fact laughed so hard that you peed yourself, that there have been parties and dinners and all night ragers held in your honor, that there are works of art out there crafted by you, about you, and for you and that above all, all of these things will absolutely happen again. and again. and again. ad nauseum.

i tried to tear a piece of my heart out and leave it with each of you last night. hopefully it didn't run down the street to get pizza.

i love you. beyond words!

jk. this is what love looks like.

they are in sexy, sexy love with each other.

what love looks like THIS week!

oh yes.

apparently black men in the uk can't dance.

i guess it's an american thing? or maybe he's just a giant nerd.

also this is a britney spears impersonator. don't ask. but it's very strange to see what i thought was britney and then here her speak in this lilting british accent. my first thought of course was 'b you gotta stop hanging out with madge!'

really amy?

i mean...your husband has been in jail for A YEAR and the first thing you do to greet him when he gets out is remind him how and why he got there in the first place?! no wonder he didn't even bother to go home, but went straight to the rehab center instead. i'd lock myself up if you were my wife too. good lord.

also, what are you wearing there, a towel? are you wearing a tiny towel on your head? great job!

is obama president?

...

curious.

there is most assuredly more to come from me regarding this past week. but i just thought that this was rather weird and ought to go up right away: google™ leaps at any chance it can get to celebrate historic events by changing up their logo. but not today?

you celebrate valasquez's birthday


and my personal favorite, the invention of the first laser



but not barack obama? not the first black president of the united states? not the first real breath of fresh air in 8 years? get it together google. the only thing i can imagine is that they're all still sleeping off last night's party.