I’ve been not feeling artsy lately (anti-artsy?), so in an attempt to break my artist’s block (???) I’ma share some artists I admire starting with Ivan Bilibin. It’s no secret that Russians and art are like arm and hammer (see Alphonse Mucha, Carl Fabergé and Valentin Serov), and Bilibin is no exception. The poor guy died in the Seige of Leningrad in 1942, but his beautiful illuminations of Russian folk tales live on. Behold the splendor:
If you ever have the chance to read the stories these works depict, do yourself a favor and DEVOUR THAT SHIT. Like most folk tales, there is copious amounts of gore, eating of children, bitchy older siblings, etc. but there’s also Baba Yaga. Bitch. Is. HARSH! Read all about her fuckery HERE.
As promised, I present to you some better quality photographs of the new place. All paint was the decision of someone else (yes, even the lovely mango colored living room). As I mentioned in my last post, nesting has yet to fully occur but I feel these photos convey a general sense of how kickass the space is:
The Living room:
The Bedroom:
The Kitchen and Dining Room (my faves):
I’m pretty in love with the place, it’s got a lot of the quirks of an old house, but overall I think I’ll feel right at home here. If you would like to give me a very generous house warming gift of oh, say a tasty bottle of wine or chic floor lamp I’d be VERY receptive.
I’m writing from my HUGE new bedroom full of boxes/trunks/fans/piles of things. It is so hot in Knasas City right now I can scarcely find the energy to do anything, let alone nest. Also, I may have had a birthday in there to keep me distracted/hungover/recovering. But seriously, I’ve never had a bedroom this big in my whole life. Tis rad. Down side is I still need to find a dresser or two to make this place look less like a 19 year old boy-man’s dormroom. Le sigh:
Looking at these photos I am realizing just how yellow everything in here is. Way too cheery. Peee-uke. But like I said, I’m still nesting. Soon this place will reflect my battered soul’s inner weeping. (Sorrys, my goth just came out a little.)
Moments of contemplation + sweat glisten because IT’S TOO DAMN HOT!:
I watched Hackers in bed tonight (first movie watched in the new place!!!) and I leave you with this song in remembrance of the 90′s:
In an attempt to make Monday more bearable, I’ve been doing a little something I like to call new music Monday. I believe it’s more or less self explanatory. Here’s some new acquisitions:
Amon Tobin – Bloodstone EP
Tokyo Police Club – Elephant Shell
Marco Benevento – Between the Needles & Nightfall
St. Vincent – Actor
But….. I’ve already broke tradition today by having a “new makeup Monday”… because I say so. The disruption of regularly scheduled music buying is mostly due to Sephora’s generosity (they give me a birthday “present” with my purchase). Regardless, I’ll be reinstating new music Monday next week and would love some suggestions if you have any.
And now I give you my attempt at writing my initials with the light of my cell phone via long exposure:
And on an immensely exciting final note, I (literally) just received word that the man friend and I have been approved for our new living quarters. Papers shall be signed on Thursday and we move in the 1st. The future is now bitches. Pictures shall appear as I snap them.
Greetings babies. I finally installed new fancy memory into my old pal and partner in computing crime, Glenn Coco. The old gal is running at TOP SPEEDS! Very exciting. Soon I will chronicle my adventures in d.i.y. computer repair for your amusement and consideration. But now, onto some very exciting photos from the past few weeks:
One of three adorable fuzz babies I watched a few weeks back, Reggie. He’s a burrower, charmer and blanket spelunker.
Families like to reunite every so often and mine is no exception. The weekend of the 4th of July was dominated by my maternal relatives. Our size is of casual catholic proportions (HUGE) so there was a bevy of food and children and hugging and group photos all culminating in watching fireworks in the pouring rain. Behold the delight:
A jump-shot a day keeps the sads at bay:
I give you: An Afternoon of Vietnamese Food and Shopping
Thats all for now lil’ bubbes, more to come, and don’t forget to eat your heart out,
Sometimes serious, mostly sassy, frequently loud, seldom perky and always fancy.