This is what tonight looks like, with the occasional addition of a mousy grey feline in and out of the vicinity: I’ve decided having a blog about your life [and generating content for it] greases a certain ‘tuning in’ … an awareness to instances worth writing about, without the blog superseding the life itself. It’s a bizarre concept. Taking into… View Post
Turning leaves to brown.
This is when I’m so burned out, I take the most typical thing and try to make it sound interesting. I listen to music. A lot. I’m constantly DJing for a tough crowd: myself. The spinning never stops, tailoring songs to every occasion: car rides, in-flight wine, blow drying of hair, cooking, guests, morning misery, deep discussions… Jesus, anything. I… View Post
Boogie on, reggae woman.
A friendly bartender happily schooled me on Johnnie Walker labels—red, black, green, gold, and BLUE! It was quite interesting—even though I had wine. (I took a shot of gold label with the Matt’s in Florida a few years ago and I blew chunks.) Carey sipped a martini and then the second I went to the bathroom, came back to find… View Post
Tasseled mic stands.
First llamas, now mic stands. Let’s see how obscure and disjointed of a blob my Christmas list can mutate into: [Karen Elson playing the Balenciaga event during Fashion’s Night Out.] DECADENT.
Troy’s haunted cemetery [+ a Halloween surprise].
{All pictures courtesy M. Radigan.} So, when the cat’s away, the mouse will… willingly enter the 7th Gate of Hell? Why not!