prophetic dreams

rousing me in a hot, drippy sweat. a forced revelation of just how real this connection is.

all stretched out

is that all there is?

hormonal. quite literally alone in NJ. missing all the people far from me. broke my blackberry, and cried after a gelato in front of my sweet pumpkin.



now, lets keep dancing.

je mange, tu mange

one difference between america and france remains a bit of a paradox. america, the paragon of egalitarian values, somehow suffers from a gastronomic class system unknown in france. the right and opportunity to enjoy the earth's seasonal best [food] seems to be monopolized by an elite. outside their ranks, the great majority of americans are conditioned to demand and accept bland, processed, chemically treated, generally unnatural foods, which through packaging and marketing have been made to seem wholesome.

NOT a fashion blog...but..

merdaaa. i love fall 2010 runway, esp '50's redux.

this is a real comment

made by a real person...

Vin
i felt you should know that i creeped your pictures last night/ your day. that is all. /
and that i think you are very pretty, mysterious, and artsy

appreciative for the pick me up!