A perfect lady. White hair and red roses please me more than I can say.

This is a real thing that exists somewhere, this rabbit. He’s almost four feet tall.
Can you handle it? Real rabbit fur, and composition. I wish he was mine.

Oh Gaga. This shoot from Vanity Fair a month or two ago had some really good
moments. Mainly this one, which I apparently liked enough to take a detail shot
on my phone camera. Good for note-taking, that. I really can’t get over how much
this reminds me of Katie-Jane Garside, Daisy Chainsaw era. Am I wrong? No!

My jewelry teacher plays this in the studio fairly often. I love the album cover.
Early Fleetwood Mac is really straight up Brit-hippie blues, and it’s good to listen
to while you hammer tiny bits of silver. I love the image of a Black Magic woman,
which has more to do with sort of a 70’s glam witchling who shops at Biba, dabbles
in the occult and wears dark glitter nail polish than any actual nefarious rituals or
bad shit. I remember getting dressed for a party one Halloween, and flipping the
the Santana LP over and over. This is what happens when your parents protect
you from mainstream rock music of the era in which you grew up. They were more
into Kitty Wells and Jimmie Rodgers at the time, or Sandy Denny and whatnot.
My mother would probably be horrified by my forays into that verboten world,
but I like it all. There’s something about coming to music fresh. So much of my
favorite music has definitely been influenced by what my parents listened to,
which was always extremely eclectic – and I’m so grateful for that. But that also
means that when I listen to something like Led Zeppelin now, I’m hearing it free
of context. It’s completely new to me. I was talking to some of my friends who were
home-schooled lately, or friends who grew up without television about their first
experiences of mainstream tropes. It’s fascinating, that feeling of exploring things
that many might find very basic givens of our pop-culture saturated planet. Odd.

Snapped these from the fabulous Thierry Mugler book at the library. Time to renew
my library card so I can pore over this! Absurd that I let it lapse for so long, really.
I don’t need to own every single book, right? I can give them back. Right. Also,
this is really my idea of what fashion should be. I wish I looked like this every day.
It’s so Gustave Moreau! Symbolist couture. More chimeras please! I tire of minimalism.

Look at these scales! Such detail. Genius! I’d kill to see it in person. (Or wear it!)

Red lips, beetle wings, favorite scarf. As close as I come to a uniform?

We grew this enormous pomegranate! It’s not quite ripe yet – I can’t wait to devour it.