Lots and lots of work and little else. That’s my excuse for not posting here in a dogs age. But more on that later.
I can see the gears of summer are in full motion (people in very little clothing with excessive sunburn) but it’s looking like the summer of 2011 is mostly about putting away fun and taking care of business for me. So in an effort to grab a little bit of summer for myself I’d like to submit to you, dear reader, Summer Scraps: a collection of summery flickr photos to ease my indoor kid blues.
victoriabernal – Baloons
~Life by the Drop~ – Liberty Belle
zaydamor – Untitled
o__ – summer
Terrence Hamilton – Zac Dugo
mattbellphoto – Rainier and Heather
Hot nights, sunny afternoons, thunderstorms, mischief and bare flesh. The best parts of summer.
Eat your hearts out,
For those of you who remain blissfully unaware of a little thing called GILT, it is now being inflicted upon you whether you like it or not. This afternoon I caved under the incredible pressure of these:
Lovely, no? And, since I’m just sitting around here at work I made a polyvore set of just one way I’d don these waterproof wonders. Behold:
Probably one of the best outfits I’ve EVAR conceived. Did I need these boots? Probably not. But fall is fast approaching and these puppies are just what a Kansas Citian needs for the cool, rainy days ahead.
Now you can’t wait to start your own GILT account, can you? Well click here for an invite, you can thank/curse me later.
Eat your heart out,
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 Slavs 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.
Eat your heart out,
Sometimes serious, mostly sassy, frequently loud, seldom perky and always fancy.
