the shoe whore's dilemma

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMOREEEEE.
Everyone is talking clogs, everyone is getting clogs, everyone is Twitterin' clogs, clogclogcloggggzzz!

For the record, I never STOPPED loving a clog. I have clogs. I wear clogs. I want NEW CLOGS.
I WANT THESE,  I NEED THESE. GIVE THEM TO ME! 

 K-K-KINDA DYING

I have no money for shoes right now, my closet is overflowing and all my friends are buying Swedish Hasbeens at an alarming rate.

In my dream clog reality (and all this workin ain't fer nothin, ONE OF THESE will be mine quite soon, mark my words..), I would have all of the above.

Hasbeen boots, Celine wedges, Chanel anklebreakers, Jeffrey Campbell red devils, Zara hippie wedge, No. 6 shiny T-straps...Fucking DELIGHTFUL, right?

I have been thinking on this for way too long; I think it will be a pair from No. 6. In maroon patent leather. I already went to the store with Lesley (who has Swedish Hasbeens from Sweden, which seems specialer than regs ones) and tried on every single pair they have; I love that you can design your own...you could really spend all day there (I did).

Please let the record reflect that I still hold out hope for some sort of Celine miracle. Throw a penny in a fountain fer me, k?

oh, these old things?

JUST KEEPIN IT CASUAL, YOU KNOW.

ALEXANDER WANG FOR LINDA FARROW SUNGLASSES // THRIFTED I. MAGNIN OPEN WEAVE SEQUIN SWEATSHIRT // NARS VELVET MATTE LIP IN DRAGON GIRL

HEYYYY NOWWWWWW.
So...whatcha been up to?
Me? Just busy enjoying the SUNSHINE in my ALEXANDER WANG CRAZY CATFACE SUNGLASSES. AKA the best gift I have EVER RECEIVED.

NO

BIG

DEAL.

I fucking die for these things. (Thank you Alex Hawgood..you are the BEST, times a billion)

An important NOTE:
People gawk at these things, like for real. Almost everyone comments on them and people were taking my picture all afternoon in Soho, it was nuts. Do not wear unless you are prepared for all out staring at you, all day long. It's a teensy bit unnerving after a while.

Hmm I was just trying to remember..who else owns these?

OH, RIGHT.

Although I like to think I feel like Gagaloocoocoocachoo in them,  I feel they make the wearer resemble most closely any woman depicted in Far Side cartoons:

I still die.

the sun is shinin man, i'm supercool

marisa got an invite to the supereliteforspecialpeopleonly nike store and picked me up these gladiator sneaker thangs for 40 bones. they are like a norwegian wood cage dress as a shoe. (it's elastic strips! kinda love)



then we met at the mall and i got rasta shoelaces.
and a cinnamon wetzel pretzel.
and almost bought a kid n play tshirt to make into a croptop, but I DIGRESS..this post is about shoestrips and the lion of judah as a shoelace.

i think mabes these two things need to come together? rasta cage-iators! dooooope.

cheesebreadsaucepizzeria

question:
ARE YOU READY TO HAVE YR MINDMELONZ BLOWN WIDE OPEN?


das racist / chicken and meat

this shit is making me crazy, in the bestest way of all time.
hearts to ivan berko forever and ever for sending this to me.

NEW JAM FOR RIGHT NOW (the video is incidental, and now kid cudi is #2...)

extra creditz for their other dope jam: combination pizza hut & taco bell.

i can't stop with this, omfg.

it was all a dream, i used to read word up magazine

if anyone is a bigger packrat than me, it's my cousin michelle.
yesterday at her parent's house we went digging through all of the stuff she has in her old bedroom...so much stuff from our teenage past, i will do a million posts about it.

when she pulled this out i almost lost it:



the original copy of the zine i made with my friend hazel in 10th grade!!!
DIEEEEEEEEEE. a milliontrillion times.

i will scan and post, it's half awesome, half embarrassing.

favorite part: my review of the rocket from the crypt show at maxwell's (december 30, 1994) where i got a black eye..! haaaaahahaha.

ps, i lied to my parents and said i tripped and knocked my head on a table (worst lie ever?), but really some douche tried to crowdsurf and knocked me down !
i still have a teeeenytiny scar above my eye where i got the epic gash...

pps, i was kinda funny at 16.

pardon me for a moment, i am currently drowning in nostalgia.