Desert Blooms

 

From a slideshow in progress about shape, decay, the Gothic and the desert, among other things. 

1. Ghost bricks from Barstow, CA

2.  Irvington Grotto w/ rare midwestern breeze blocks, Indianapolis IN

3. Toynbee tattoo spotted at Neon Museum, Las Vegas, NV 

4. Nuns in a niche, Cathedral Canyon, Pahrump, NV

5. Las Vegas Rose Society ribbons from a private estate

6. Genet-grade rose/chain combo, Las Vegas, NV

7. Tarantula mural, Barstow, CA

8. Melanie's perfect pin combo featuring Vegas Vickie

9. Mirrored star, Neon Museum, Las Vegas, NV

10.  Chandelier from Round Room, Madonna Inn, San Luis Obispo, CA

11. Decorated shed, UNLV campus, Las Vegas, NV

12. Alex's party shoes, Las Vegas, NV

13. Anne's farewell cake, Las Vegas, NV

 

T-shirt Surgery Disasters

I taught a t-shirt alteration lesson at Girls Inc today for 9-11 year olds. In addition to learning some hideous diy alteration techniques (I have a Hanes halter now!) we also emblazoned our shirts with positive slogans. Here is a short list of rejected slogans developed with the help of some of my best friends.

-Embrace Failure
-Smoke a bank
-Piss Clear
-I watched 90210 and I was just like "What?"
-Who the fuck is Lady Gaga
-Save your fork, there's pie
-Read Gay Books
-Grow your own tattoos
-Lose til you're ok with it
-A guilty pleasure is still a pleasure
-Mama Didn't say nothing bout today
-Still Hyphey after all these years

Still collecting/rejecting slogans.

Teen Angst 2

Sweatshirt Oppression! Work made me turn my "Shit Happens" shirt inside out. I was caught in an obvious walk of shame, hair unbrushed. They could've asked me to go home and use shampoo. My inner seventh grader was offended to her core. She threatened to turn it right side out the minute she clocked out, flipping double-fisted birds and shouting "Wake Up, Sheeple!"
I've decided I'm going through a second round of teen angst, stomping down the sidewalk in combat boots, "Mr. Self-Destruct" blasting in borrowed blue headphones. I forgot about headphones! How anti-social they make everyone- provding the solipsistic soundtrack to the film unfolding around you.
C & I discussed renewing the lease on the house out of spite: to snake the well-adjusted assholes asking for a second walk-through, who know where they're gonna be in eight months. Our psychotic schedule could be totally determined by being reactionary! Just don't allow a good-looking couple who expects their love to last get our house before we can.
Also, decided to start wearing knee pads for no reason, being into anime, hair dye, Urban Decay makeup and hanging out at the bar in the church where My Life with the Thrill Kill Cult is always playing. I'll have the adult sex life as that I always imagined I'd have as a teenager, and retain the emotional immaturity.

(Relatedly, a portrait of the artist as a 13-year-old, in the simpler year of 1996. The t-shirt I'm wearing either had a sparkly robot or a winking kitty with long eyelashes on the sternum. The mixed media edit is mine, from the time.)

Sexy Singularity

Technology and I are In A Relationship and It's Complicated.

Horn Of Plenty

Simpsons Crapucopia


Jookabox keyboardist Lisa Berlin loves Coke, hates pants


I am a sculptor.

Sans Serif

Two of something is a coincidence...



Three of something is a collection.


Happy to be alone in the zone together...

(really into 90's faux Nike sans serif font sweatshirts, as was the middle-aged man with eyeliner I embraced at the Really Really Free Market the other day)

Understated Bootlegs

I'm into subtle bootlegs lately. Hat found at Value World in Fountain Square, Indianapolis.



Do you think Brown Garf knows Black Bart?



This post is dedicated to the "Twitty Bird" pipe with the distended blue eyes and the Warner Brothers copyright on the back, lost some time this summer.

Jacket Cinema

Fashion week continues with looks for the future.
Here, civil young longhair, Paul Pelsue, is pictured in a projection by Tom Streit.
In the future we'll all be avatars.

Fantasy Fashions

A day of moderate weather calls for fashions designed by 17-year old girls.





Fuck Boris Vallejo, the young mystery babes behind these are my fantasy art heroes.