Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts

Saturday, January 3, 2009

eugene hutz and my grandma when she was twenty


I always find it hard to explain how attractive ugliness can be. I work at a daycare in the afternoons and none of the children could understand why I purposely made my crayon drawing of a narwhal so damn ugly. I think that beauty needs to be blemished, tainted. If not, it's just.. boring.
Je toujours trouve-il difficile explique la beaute de la laideur. Je travaille a une garderie dans l'apres-midi et acune des enfants peuvent comprendre pourquoi j'ai fait mon dessine d'un narval cette laide intentionnellement. Je pense que il faut que la beaute est defaut, entachee. Si pas... il est enneuyeux.

'NYU couple" by the sartorialist

how (how attractive it can be)
tainted

Sunday, November 9, 2008

gray and bone and lonely

I wonder why I'm so drawn to gray and bone and lonely. I mean, depression is endearing, you know? Thrift store boots and hole speckled converse covered in mud, gravel from the road pressing and poking against palms and through pants, tissue thin cotton and black courdoroys and waffle tees.. my god, just beautiful. There's something about their ugliness too, like doodles in your math book from a bad day. Doom and gloom man, that's what it's all about.

Je me demande pourquoi je suis attire au gris et l'os et l'isolee. Je veux dire, la depression est mignon, vous me comprendez? Des bottes au magasin de seconde main et les converse truite avec les trous, barde de la boue, graviers au rue pousse et enfonce contre des paumes et a travers du pantalon, coton mince d'etoffe et des velours cotele noir et des t-shirts gaufre.. mon dieu, puree.  Il y a quelque chose au sujet de notre laideur aussi, comme de gribouillage dans votre livre des maths au un mal jour. La perte et la morosite mon potem ca c'est ce dont il s'agit. 

Oh, photo from fotodec. 

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I can hardy wait.

oh my god,
oh my god,
oh my god,
President Barack Obama.
oh my god.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

isak

MarcLove


Marc Jacobs is the sickest, raddest, nastiest human being on the planet. I want to have like a thousand of his babies. His freakish, genius, gorgeous, kilt wearing babies.