no more confetti to throw:
"now you've had your fun under an airconditioned sun
love is a poverty you couldn't sell!"
stay skinny LA is super sag eli's fashion company that made shirts for the coachella. with a retro appreciation for tobacco the logo uses a cigarette in the LA logo. eli meschures shows off his tattoo/brand logo. the shirts sold fast. we talked about recession renegades and silk screen double C's and turkish pants. his haircut would look good with some turkish pants.
i want sam dewey to catch my main mate gareth pugh, the coolest fashion designer this side of viktor and rolf, and then also my yamamoto/limi feu/rei kawakubo/issey miyaki harujuku inspirations . . .
trouble is the smog is so thick in LA i feel half sick if i'm not in an airconditioned tent
gorgeous sam dewey is going to the fashion school downtown
pretties at the roosavelt. i loved the fellow's deep cut black tank. fearless . . .
we were recovering from the thom yorke nirvana moments
getting ready for the darling stillettos at the viper sept 17 2010
look at nick maybury in his new varvatos boots from the cbgbs party september 11th and his monarchy jacket from the perry farrell scene. swag rules the lives of the artists. notice the AIR poster in the background!!!!! bonus points for rock and roll dandies!!!! darkle, beck! moods people!
donovan was at the NYC party! i'm freaked . . .
the theosophy lodge is on vista del mar and it was where jimi hendrix's dealer lived, not the actual jimi. i spoke there with the lovely ladies and told them of this gorgeous sebastian basso and his planetary art. here he is holding a piece i gave to terra pasternak:
krotona colony on 2130 vista del mar
my alisterz.com friends used to live here. it was their fault i turned into a compulsive blogger!!!! kisses sam, justice, janine!
i was talking to this cool boutique owner at 1616 cahuenga. it was so rock and roll and the bulletproof radiohead was blasting. and then starbucks was blasting radiohead too. thursday night i was trying to take a picture of this rad guy's stitched jacket. when thom yorke walked into the frame at the roosavelt where he was djing. i'm still not over it. and the picture means the world to me, he walked into the frame like the song "you fell into my arms" except it was just a shot. and he was getting paparazzied and i wanted to respect it and leave the camera off his beautiful aura! but damage is done. i love the pic and the interchange. what a hero.
sam dewey shows off her tattoo, a smoke inhalation paradox, that reminds me of a snake eating its own tail. with the sublime victoria mordoch.
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