Hubris. I blame Rock and Roll for all of this.

'My Lolita had a way of raising her bent left knee at the ample and springy start of the service cycle when there would develop and hang in the sun for a second a vital web of balance between toed foot, pristine armpit, burnished arm and far flung-back racket, as she smiled up with gleaming teeth at the small globe suspended so high in the zenith of the powerful and graceful cosmos she had created for the express purpose of falling upon it with a clean resounding crack of her golden whip.' 

'Lolita has no moral in tow.'

- Vladimir Nabokov

broken hearts are for assholes

 

friday afternoon.

I will be real for it.

you and your brilliant ideas

9 to 5

just workin' and taking some nudies.

i hear it's important to maintain balance in one's life.

Malignant Self Love

Just an evening researching Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

And a little Won Ton (wanton?) soup.

afraid the video won't center. it's beautifully framed, maybe watch it on youtube. 

technology, i do the best i can with what i have, you know?

drinking. smoking. et le parfum.

these are the things i want from Paris.

my only obsessions, besides finding a vintage shop or five.

ps- the labels for this post complete me.