i guess i'm back

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I guess I'm back. For some reason, I absentmindedly opened up an internet explorer and typed this url in the search bar. Weird. Haven't been on here in a year or so...and it feels like it's been so much longer. Maybe I needed some inspiration or something. I've always been known to, anyway. It's strange looking through these old posts, at myself and where I was one year ago. A Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas girl and I hope I still am. Can't seem to distance myself enough to assess how much I've changed though.

Freja - your artistry astounds me. I want your tattoos. All of them. 

she only sleeps when it's raining

Photos are from a shoot that I did with a friend recently - she really knows how to time things precisely (something that I could never do). We enjoyed a day of questionable weather prancing around in puddles as deep as miniature rivers. The first shot was taken in the fountain of some christian church which we hastily trespassed into, all the while praying that none of the holy people would see us being..unholy. The whole mood was dark, delicate and expertly blurred, which made for some truly diabolically brilliant photographs. Rain makes everything more interesting. It was well worth the endless hours of shivering...and strange looks on the faces of passersby. I love doing crazy things in public.

This thursday my journey begins (2 more days!!). New York City get ready, because I certainly am ready for the madness that awaits me.

gemini syringes

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Exactly a week from today, adventure begins and I go On The Road.

These photographs make clouds and fog and fur look so enchanting, it's dream-like. Kind of like everything else that I have been attracted to lately. Kate Moss is a goddess - regardless of drug habits, aging, stoic notoriety.

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

-Jack Kerouac

ps. getting my polaroid soon!!

wild nights and caffine mornings

At this point in my life, I don't need security, shelter, even safety. I need freedom, inspiration and people to run with. These pictures were taken last summer during some of the most amazing days of my life. We didn't have parents, we were in America and we found out what living was like. Fireworks make me feel awake. That fourth of July was the most alive I have felt in a long time - I was completely, unquestionably sober.

Two weeks and I will be in New York City. Exploring our massive existance in a city that has seen miracles in the lackluster of every day life. It goes without saying that I will be on my own - no parents, thank god. I will document it all on the polaroid camera that I will be getting this/next week, and on this blog that has become somewhat of an informal diary. I want to create something really amazing while travelling this summer, so please mind, don't wander off. Or do, because we all know that when you're somewhere else you see more clearly.

the morning of magicians

"Life was something we never had to look far for. We could find it effortlessly; in books that had morals resembling fairytales, in twisted music and unrealistic movies. I could pick up an eighties novel off the dusty bookshelf at my childhood summer home and be instantly inspired. The older I got, the more convinced of it all I became: Kids are youth who are meant to run, freely and wildly, through the great expanse of life. We have the ability to look up and see shooting stars; to look down and see Heaven reflected in the fires of Hell. Hazy imagination, mind-altering substances and dancing through patches of the unknown was what I truly lived for."

Getting into hippies these days, admiring men the likes of Timothy Leary and Ken Keasey...both acid advocates and intellectually stimulating writers. This summer during roadtripping and travelling I hope to get into some of their stuff - it is so violently thought provoking. The above pictures are some of the most inspiring ones I have come across in a while...I would give anything to spend my summer at that crazy campsite with the teepee and acoustic guitars lying around carelessly. There is so much magic in these photographs; you can tell that someone really dreamt them up.

sex pistol

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Not that this should come as a surprise but Kate Moss looks fucking radical in this editorial - it's scary. She is beautiful, and the first picture's ripped tights and fur ensamble is perfection. I want her ferocity.

"Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels."
- Kate, your one of a kind

smile, you're in Neverland

No classes and what do I do with my time? Study? Are you insane?! No studying for me when there are crazy random paks to disturb, Waverly Hotels to assault and all of Kensington Market to explore. Today was somewhat of an adventure day - thanks to the sun, many lifetimes spent in subway cars and the fact that my bra was (questionably) showing the entire day on purpose. Ironic how we (my friend Julia and I) chose a park infested with crawling children and dogs to roll joints in for future adventures. That's the beauty of youth...we can get away with so much. Dandilions are fun too.

Anyway, while doing a brief Kensington run (I usually spend hours looking through all the vintage treasures...and although I am known to exaggerate, I am not exaggerating when I say hours) I picked up some cheap John Lennon sun glasses - because I've been looking for a basic pair, and a lingerie top that I am going to pull another youth-stunt with by wearing it as outerwear - even though it clearly belongs under exteriors.

I'm waiting for something that will never come, but at least I can get creative with all the time spent waiting.