The above is a Ruddolf Koppitz photograph to illustrate my #despair. Boo, Philadelphia Art Museum. The worst part is I can't be pissed at anyone or anything other than some vague general concept of LIFE, since everyone I've spoken to is so nice. The curator offered to speak with me so I can learn more about the department, and the WashU graduate/education lady offered to put me in contact with her friend who is a buyer at Urban Outfitters. But still, I can't help feeling all icky and sad. I'm going to finish watching this crazy early Almodovar film (Atame!...or, en anglais, Tie me up! Tie me down!). It's a super interesting look at relationships starring a young Antonio Banderas. My mother would simply melt.
But boo, stinkface! And I was getting all excited and self-reflective and scribbling about how I vastly prefer conceptual things like ideas and inspiration to these little concrete specificities, like editorial write-ups, and now, a momentary crush. Yuck.
I'm super happy you went on two dates (per August 10th, 2:08 EST). Miss you!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
my hair will shine like the sea.
hey phoebs;
this was going to be my "look at all the cool pictures and shit i've been collecting for future apartment inspiration," but in light of your case of the blues, i have decided to make this the feel-good post. chin up, buttercup.
this was going to be my "look at all the cool pictures and shit i've been collecting for future apartment inspiration," but in light of your case of the blues, i have decided to make this the feel-good post. chin up, buttercup.
i love you!!!
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