4th of July Anarchy.*

i want to move to the indian reservation. no laws, fireworks, beautiful land, had my first ever freshly killed turkey meat, pools and jacuzzis that change colors like rainbows, shooting ak47s and tech 9s, baby animals running everywhere, and lots and lots of organic substances flowing through our minds. laughing for 10 hours straight until my face hurts, and making laugh soup.*

The Last Hours of Our Adventure.*

here are the last images from our wondrous southern vacation. moving forward, over a month later. i will always reminisce and think of returning to this time. freedom that felt like we were seventeen again, although ten years have passed and we have much more on our plates these days. letting the ball drop and fleeing to a new land. completely void of responsibility and obligations. i miss those days, and i'm so grateful that, by being together in a far away place, we can invoke them once again, at at time, at any age. the end of an era? never.*

On the Road and Back Again.*

swamps and legal driving while drinking out of hot pink, plastic cups. dead mystery fish from the past and trash. rain and no bra and streetlights and sunblock. humidity and music notes. french pastries and cafe au lait. i want to go back there.*

Southern Hospitality.*

“southern hospitality” is a real thing. after visiting the south and being welcomed to take pictures at ten in the morning, these guys drank their beers and told me to make them famous. sure, no problem. i'll get right on that....*

Vintage for Sale, Round II.*

here are some current items i am selling on ebay. all cute. all in good condition. all for sale on ebay. clogs: RULE by Steve Madden. Cutoffs: Miss Sixty. Shirt: Vintage. (Sold.) Sweater: Vintage.*

Retna & The Mac & Diaries in Los Angeles.*

ian took this picture of me while i was being a contemplative goth writing in my diary as he shot pictures of retna painting a wall. retna and the mac leave amazing beauty marks all over the city, crosshatched portraits and cryptic codes to be deciphered. i love stumbling across them on my drives from here to there and back again.*

POP Magazine.*

"Nuns" by rick owens.*