Michael Crawford - It Only Takes A Moment

This is just awesome:


This is just the best song they could have chosen to open up for this movie. Listen to it, if not the whole clip:


And if you'd like, sing along:
Out there
There's a world outside of Yonkers
Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby
There's a slick town, Barnaby
Out there
Full of shine and full of sparkle
Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby
Listen, Barnaby...
Put on your Sunday clothes,
There's lots of world out there
Get out the brillantine and dime cigars
We're gonna find adventure in the evening air
Girls in white in a perfumed night
Where the lights are bright as the stars!
Put on your Sunday clothes, we're gonna ride through town
In one of those new horsedrawn open cars
We'll see the shows at Delmonicos
And we'll close the town in a whirl
And we won't come until we've kissed a girl!

I love you, Wall-E.

The Changes - When I Wake

P.S. Going through some old pictures on my mom's computer (again). If you think I'm weird now, what was I thinking then?

1. Still have those shoes and nothing to wear with them. It's a shame because they're fucking gnar. That's right.
2. That's my wedding dress. I bought it at a vintage store in Tucson for only $30. I've worn it twice; BHS fashion show and out to a fancy dinner with Joseph. The waitress told me all the waitresses loved it.
3. I miss my long hair so much.
4. I miss that room with all my heart.
5. Black & white. It makes me really excited about the new roll I recently put into my K1000 :) It also makes me really excited about taking pictures overall. ASU is a load of shit when they say you can only take art classes, including Photography I, if you're an Art major. Fuck that. And it isn't offered as a minor. Bullshit, I say.

I guess my goal of not putting pictures up of myself, or at least ones where you can see my face, is thrown out the window. Why not one more?

This was taken exactly one year and one month ago. Take me to Tommy Hilfiger. Take me to Teen Vogue Fashion University. Take me to Bloomingdale's. Take me to New York City. Take me to Times Square.

Fuck, again.

Blind Faith - Had To Cry Today

My aunt sent my mother a bottle of wine through the mail and wrapped it with a magazine I've never heard of before. It is called Look New York and this particular one covered Spring 2009 in New York, Milan and Paris. This magazine is my new Bible. Nylon is fabulous and will always be my favourite, but my God have I found a gem. I spent my entire night reading every single word. I'm hooked. Also, the fashion photographer is amazing! His name is Benjamin Lowy and Badass is his game. Before this, he was taking pictures of war-torn countries. Awesome, dude.

1. Yves Saint Laurent

2. Maison Martin Margiela

3. Rick Owens

4. Oscar de la Renta

5. L'Wren Scott

6. L'Wren Scott

7. Lanvin

8. Garuth Pugh

9. Marc Jacobs

10. Rodarte

11. Roberto Cavalli

12. John Galliano

13. Christian Dior

14. Alexander McQueen


I really didn't mean for this post to be all about fashion, but Fashion Week just ended and I'm missing New York more than ever, so give me a break. I am especially homesick now that everytime I read my Facebook News Feed all I see are people from high school reuniting. Fuck.

Annuals - Brother

In honor of the number 23:

David Gray - This Years Love

I don't feel like using letters. So, here's to pictures being worth a thousand words.



I wish everything was as simple as this picture:


There are so many things about this picture that I adore. I could say a lot more, but I will leave it at that. But please fall in love with Nick's face, Dan Fran's dance moves, and Joey 'Yup in my white tee, I break a bitch back' Scordo:


People are starting to make their Christmas list. There's only one thing on mine, and I'm getting it, and it is this:


Sorry I couldn't get a picture. I'm even more sorry if the link doesn't work. But if you care about the Marc Jacobs bag that I hope to one day afford, then you'll copy and paste this:
http://www.marcjacobs.com/#lookId=39&folder=/marcbymarcjacobs/women/springsummer09/bags&

One of the happiest days of my life that I fear I will never get back:


I think it's obvious why I love this picture - double exposure!

Microphones - The Moon

In the woods there is a bird; his song stops you and makes you blush.

There is a clock that never strikes.

There is a hollow with a nest of white beasts.

There is a cathedral that goes down and a lake that goes up.

There is a little carriage abandoned in the copse or that goes running down the road beribboned.

There is a troupe of little actors in costume, glimpsed on the road through the border of the woods.

And then, when you are hungry and thirsty, there is someone who drives you away.

-an excerpt from Childhood by Arthur Rimbaud

Bob Dylan - Let Me Die In My Footsteps

^ I think I used that song as a blog title already, but I don't care. I'm listening to it, and I'm loving it.

+ I'm so disappointed in you, and when my dad asked me if you knew how disappointed I actually am, I thought the word "disappointed" was a little harsh, because I personally hate when my parents say they're not mad, just disappointed. But honestly, I am so disappointed in you and that's the only word I can come up with. I thought you were different, I thought we were friends, I thought you wanted to get better. I can't take care of you and I don't want to anymore. I listened to what you said and took all of it to heart, and it's not something I can just forget about. I'm sorry.

+ I will be somewhere far away, and you will have to take a plane ride to see me, and as much as I think I'm strong enough to leave you, I can't imagine not having you near me. I love you both and the thought of only seeing you a few times a year makes my chest hurt more than you will ever know. When you told me I was your blood and your life, I wanted to break down. I hope when that day comes that I stay and you leave, I will be a stronger person. I also hope it is all worth it, because if it isn't and for any possible reason it doesn't work out, I will come home to you. Don't be scared, you will always be my Mom and Dad.

+ It's wrong to say 'I think'. One should say 'I am thought'. I is someone else. I am present at the birth of my thoughts. I watch and I listen. I draw a stroke of the bow. The symphony stirs in the depths or comes with a leap to the stage. It began with waves of disgust and it ends as we can't immediately seize this eternity - It ends with a riot of perfumes.

+ On a lighter note, this makes me happy:


You find them both in Grand Canyon. With the sun down.