Saturday, July 31, 2010

Shape Shifter

" it possible to live without a single image?... [The single image] creates the conflict between what I am and what I want others to think I am. That image is just an imaginary thing, that is not the actuality of me, so it is based on illusion. The ego, that division, comes from the image, not from the fact. The ego arises from the manner in which I approach life.”

Friday, July 30, 2010

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Monday, July 26, 2010

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Saturday, July 24, 2010


...and the cat nips.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Sex (by Madonna)

"I will raise you from the ground and without a sound, you will appear and surrender yourself to me".

"The only person who can take the pain away is the one who hurt you"
But I can make it irrelevant.

I can make you feel pleasure

"I'll come to you when you say 'I'm not gonna hurt you, just close your eyes'".

"There's something comforting about being tied up"

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

The extraordinary becomes ordinary, the vivid fades, the brilliant dulls.

“A pervasive drive that is singularly human is the need to temporarily change our state of awareness, to alter private reality, to be beside ourselves for a while. We are the only species that experiences this need; somehow the ordinary range of consciousness is incompletely satisfying to us.”

No, no, no... there's more sunshine.

“We perceive only what we can conceive; knowing is prerequisite to seeing and strongly determines what is seen... the world is seen, not as it is, but as it ought to be... believing is as much a part of seeing as seeing is believing.”

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Imperial Bedrooms

Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy oh boy
There's a sequel to Less Than Zero.

Bret Easton Ellis formed Clay's literature debut in the year of my birth.
And now, 25 years on, exactly, he returns. Just in time for my birthday.

(Sorry, im a little slow on the new book releases uptake. Been hiding behind props and fabric shops.)

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Dirty Talk

"I mean, how am I supposed to say; just...just strangle me a lil' bit"

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

When I got home today

After half a bottle of champagne and as an Irish a coffee one can get.
After eating enough food for three.
After reading about how wonderfully underground and successful others are.
Before taking off my shoes and tying up my hair.
While listening to others do it better and trying to imitate them.

No, really.

Next weekend I want this:

Thanks to for photos

Monday, July 12, 2010

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Smile Away

To Mopheads Month (or six), with love.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Bulls on Parade

Hey check me out as naked armless torso with a bulls head!
Artwork by my dearly beloved Rebecca Brookman.

(This post was sanity saving, anger subsiding, frustration management... cause I'm a fucking armless naked bull-lady and how could you not be happy with that? It's brilliant.)

Monday, July 5, 2010

What I lost in a trance my senses saved

"When I got home that day and emptied my pockets, I had about eight packs of cigarettes, a big ball of opium, a chunk of hash, some microdot pills I couldn't identify, some mysterious feathers, and a scrap of paper with a scribbled circle on it. The 'wheel' didn't look quite so amazing anymore...I laughed and we went swimming naked on the microdots in the glorious August sun."