i met a very stunning christy lupian of copycat LA vintage.
and the caroline bassettesque michalyn andrews of trasteverine and michalyn andrews fashion
amazing!
vikram singh had me out and about . . . at a fateful locale in which the kiss of death fated itself to fashion.net, who or which, i might always love, in a certain sense, and which has this soundtrack
downtown i found beautiful claire saint marc who took me to the darkness inside the darkest night . . .
and this is what i get for venturing out for a change . . .
everything feels like a movie at the alexandria hotel in downtown LA.
making handmade flyers for the pluto set 6-27-10 cinespace, with love for select cool cats, and realizing there is a special LA fashion intelligentsia i love, in all black and slouchy, turkish pants, cardigans, lots of thin layers, flowy . . . well that and arctic monkeys proper monochrome mod. or rodarte gareth pughy. well, those really gorgeous boys who pull off this special look, are so intimidatingly perfect, i can't bear to break up their day with the intrusion . . .
or ipso facto. the british noir femme rockers.
or dearest nick maybury, who is nice in moods of norway, or anything, or black, or cuff links, or whatever at behest of the bowery beast's ben
and much of a lot of sameness intrigues, undance-able wedge shoes, and the wood sprites who might appear at the show sunday for which my heart feels like a ticking time bomb, and nothing else matters but to hear something beautiful and feel human again, e'er so briefly
a maybury pluto set of secret music and the secret song kept secret
against the terrors of the oil spill
with harp
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