From the journals of Dan Eldon
“The city is crowded | My friends are away | And I’m on my own
It’s too hot to handle | So I got to get up and go
It’s a cruel, cruel summer | Leaving me here on my own | It’s a cruel | It’s a cruel cruel summer | Now you’re gone | You’re not the only one” – Bananarama
Amulet black and dried-blood-colored dress, gift from BFF (She bought it in Berlin from “Marcello, my vintage Italian dealer,” which is one dealer you want to have on speed-dial) | Banana Republic twisted black and tan leather slip-on heels, $4, Gold Mine thrift store (Ketchum, ID) | WCM New York genuine python tan belt $4.75 – Idaho Youth Ranch
Cheep!
“Knee deep in flowers we’ll stray | We’ll keep the showers away | And if I kiss you in the garden, in the moonlight | Will you pardon me? | And tiptoe through the tulips with me” – Tiny Tim
Iridescent sheen and murky waters.
Late, late at night, possibly intoxicated, deep in a “how do I get my apartment to look less like that of an 80-year-old woman?” decor binge, I bought this very strange…ottoman…from Etsy, at a shop called the Boom Boom Room.
The blush is still on this rose, bitches.
The river is motion, turmoil, rage. As the river flows, it wonders what it would be like to be so still, to take a breath, to rest. But the rock will always wonder what lies around the bend in the stream.– Kekla Magoon
It’s pitch day at the ad agency. For a tire company. I wear the brand colors, and represent. Word up.
Peggy Olson of Mad Men is my career idol. From awkward as hell to bad ass as fuck. OK—still and always—an unnerving mix of them both.
