where will i be meeting you in 20 days? in a great outfit (both of us) in the dark or the harsh harsh sunlight? both holding huge lollipops? the rainbow swirly ones? yes im sure it will be something just grand like that. pogo sticks and rollarskates *might* be included in this scene!
did i tell you one of dave’s friends said i could borrow her outfits that she has been making for the past few years. this is her first year in ten or something that she isnt going. and all of her outfits are centered around ROLLER SKATES. praise be to lord!
(this sort of thing would have totally made me believe in god more when i was younger, btw: “and one day your friends will invite you to a big party out in the beautiful vast desert, and it will be good and full of art and nice people. and someone will lend you the most fantastic wardrobe you can image, and, everyone outfit will look perfect with roller skates. and there will be a big slide to go down as many times as you’d like, and there will also be many cute people to kiss, pretty things to look at, and fun events all day and all night. and everyones in love and the flowers pick themselves.)
[ok i stole that last part from e.e. cummings, but he has pretty much preached the best gospels ive ever heard in life…]
man oh man oh man i cant wait for this. esp as i type this from my childhood bedroom in NJ!
HERE are some distracting modeling pics from ny shoots and sittings bc this entry is about to get personal and full of un-fun-ness…
by dear dear johnathon herbert,
the amazing being who writes of his ‘Naked Girls’ series:
“Having searched for God so many places I finally found her.
She walks into my studio and takes off her clothes.
My paintings celebrate Her. Thank God.”
im headed to philly for two days of photoshoots and catching up with old friends, celebrating new engagements, and, general fun before the doomed day of friday the 13th (i picked that on purpose) when i move all of my belongings out of the house i JUST moved them all into in early june. yes, world. i fucked up. i thought i for some reason was ready to move out of the city and out of a fun and frantic life and into a house with a boyfriend and limited options for exploring and expanding… i made a series of bad choices, ran away to SF for an entire month, and am now home to clean up my mess. ughhhh. its a 5 hour drive there if there is no traffic. THERE IS ALWAYS TRAFFIC. i have to reload a van that i feel like i JUSTTTT unpacked a week ago, and move all my stuff into my parents house! ULTIMATE LIFE FAILURE. waaaaa.
but kyle actually told me he would sell anything i want him to on ebay (he has the room in his house, the freetime, and owes me a favor
or 20…haha). i hope to only move 3 or 5 boxes into my parents house, which i can then drive across the country when/if i move to CA. i want to have all new clothes from thrift stores and free people’s website, and i want to start something anew. just like i thought i was maybe ready to do in MD, but sadly was not.
here is a toast to better life choices. smarter effing up. and making better mistakes tomorrow ❤