fecal feet

Intestines are interesting. Maybe they should be called ‘intesterings’. I wish I could tunnel through them myself ala the only good episode of the Magic School Bus (how come the one in space was so LAME?!). But yeah (or maybe “BUTT yeah” is more appropriate), I think intestines are kewl and so are these socks.

consider purchasing a pair for me this V-day 2010.

-J.

justify your thug

I <3 Pharrell.  Fashionista to the core, boy unabashedly sports a purple purse so feminine that just bringing up the whole “murse” debate seems futile. Now, I am not one to judge. I enjoy a good carryall like any other backalley betty, but admit it-  it’s a little jarring to see swoon worthy Pharrell looking like a lady who lunches. It took time (and a short music hiatus) but I got over my disillusionment with Mr. Williams’ masculinity.

BUT NOW, Pharrell is trying to go all G-Unit on us with this visible bullet-proof vest get up.

Hayyll naw. Man, stop throwing me through your roller coastering identity. I’ll love you no matter what, no need to put your manhood on display to get respect from your homies.

We all know that deep down you are just thinking about the new Lanvin loafers and showtimes for that film directed by Tom Ford. Admit it.-J.

 

trend setter

i knew the balaclava would be be big.

me on the left.

-J.

imma transform ya

i like yo grubi like yo steezi like yo ride.

i got it. imma be a mennonite.

-J.

$$$

$$$

it’s kewl, but at $200 for a literal burlap sack, how much loot are you going to have left over to stash in the bag?

-J.

missingmissoni

i’m grateful for gradients.

-J.

you- tarzan. me- jane.

tats + rodarte sweaters.

yeah, that works.

-J.

Who? What? When? Where? Why?

These fucking boots.

They are the only thing (manmade or otherwise) that can pull me out of my constant state of apathy and force me to care once again.

But until the plastic and my flesh touch, don’t expect, well, anything.

Forever Never yours,

-J.