Showing posts with label fashion party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion party. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

thank you note: benjamin williams

So former Charleston-based member of the family and professional photomagrapher, Benjamin Williams, once upon a time took some pictures outside a house where the weather was much warmer than winter time in New England weather is and I was there too and also much warmer. I forgot about these photomagraphs until Benjamin recently sent me some and I remembered what it felt like to be warm and to have someone spend an hour doing your hair. Oh, Charleston, Benjamin, makeup, hair, sunshine...oh....oh.

Anyways, it was very nice of Benjamin to include me in these photos as I have a severe hunch that I am a very poor and distractable picture poser, and also for sending them to me, Thanks B!








 This was a pretty casz day. Benjamin is a really good photomagrapher and you know how we should all feel about photomagraphers...check out more (better) benji photos @ www.benwilliamsphoto.com

hay, girl, hay: All you need to know abut rachel Zoe

"I just lifted ten pounds of Chanel over my shoulder...


                                                                                    screaming your name for help."


      



To which I say,            Hay girl...          Hay.

Friday, July 16, 2010

pizza party





      The other day, Rix Pat and I had a drunken bro-ski sleepover party and at some point Rix called up Gilroy's and ordered a drunken pizza. He ordered a pizza with no cheese (my bad) and for toppings he asked for, get this-- tomatoes and onions.
      So basically, he ordered a pizza with marinara sauce plus the recipe for making marinara sauce. The pizza later arrived with plops of tomatoes and chunks of raw onions on top and it also arrived while Rix was sitting on the toilet with the door open and I was on the couch not wearing pants while demonstrating how to make a guitar sound like a wounded bison. This is why we rely on teamwork and also on Pat to answer the door

Thursday, July 8, 2010

On the beauty of songwriting:




"...but I'm not a mountain man. I'm a fucking mountain, man,"
-Das Racist
"Fashion Party"


If you want (and because I don't know how to play musik in blog form)
you can click the non-video video below and listen to this song while opening a new window in which to browse e-bay or you-porn (which i just learned about) or both, to make a ven diagram of their relationship...or you know, whatever it is you do on the internet. I reccomend http://www.wherearethedogshumping.com/ and/or http://www.hornymanatee.com/... if anything better has happened to the internet since the creation of these two sites I am wholly unaware of it.


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