You Can't Erase The Ink Once It Dries

Greetings from Miami!




the fall!


the ER


post ER


crippled yoshi/sephora visit

My Jam

I Want To See Movies of My Dreams

Coolest Kids I've Ever Met In My Entire Life from Dana Lauren Goldstein on Vimeo.

Top 10 Fav Spots In The City (Like #4 or #5) from Dana Lauren Goldstein on Vimeo.

I guess this is a weird thing to say, but a characteristic I've particularly noticed in young artists and highly creative youngsters, is their inability to verbally and physically express and communicate their true emotions. **RANDOM THOUGHT OF THE DAY**

Coco vs. Kate

I sure do hope this is a premonition. Shot by Richard Kern for the 2nd time.. he recreated the 1994 Calvin Klein campaign and casted Coco as Kate Moss.... wooooooooeeeeeeeee.

Neon Magazine

They gave me a full page in this months issue... they are a really great publication to work with.

Meanwhile Swerve To The Bird

Rest In Pieces

Dear Green Futon,
We really had some good times. I mean.. Im sad... but not that sad. No offense, it was about time.

Love always,
Dana

ps. Green futon memorial soon

London Youth

Jamie Taete sent me this picture of Janet Street Porters daughter I guess posing with my photograph? LOL... awesome :)

Vito Acconci

WARM...WARMER...HOTTT!







Okay now I am stoked on taking some photos right now!!!!

New Work: Picture of the Day

Warmer...... we're definitely getting warmer.

Stolen As The War Begun

photos: Olivia Arganaraz

Just finished editing/wrapping up a shoot I worked on this weekend. Can't wait to show you them. Super extra big thank you to Olivia for assisting above and beyond. I want to get stoked on taking pictures again. I bought some more film today... still working on finding that inspiration.. I think I'm getting closer.

And umm... Tel Aviv.. here we come?

I Ran From The Tide, Won't Let You Hide

or sumthing like that..


why is that chick holding a rat?




thats Peter Sutherland laughing at my digital camera.. well its not mine.. but if it was.. I'd probably smash it. And I'd laugh at someone using this camera too.. its sooooo slow.. drives my a.d.d up the wall. Or maybe he was laughing at my add.. Peter is one of the coolest photographers I've met in this city.... like top 5...(everyone else is douche bags..jk)


this little puppy followed me from White Slab <3


love Yanni's hair.. but I love her more


DFA cmj party... fun fun fun>>



Wifey...haaaaaa...... we bring out the best and worst in eachother... hehe




we tried to take out a grand... but it won't let you remove four digits from an atm ;-p



photographed Terry Poison 2 days ago at Tribeca Grand.. which was quite the adventure in itself.. decided I didn't have enough shots for the mag so went back last nite to shoot more...


they're so cute and nice..

"Daddy Cut Me"

If you got some time, you should watch these, its pretty crazy.











I want to photograph Carmina Salcido and Ramon too... he's still alive on deathrow at San Quentin... he refers to himself as "Reverend Ramon" and when he saw Carmina for the first time in almost 20 years he said "You look just like your mother..."

Tonight!

If you're in Vancouver tonight, go to this... some of my peeps are in this.
Rep, woop woop.

Intro To Color Theory: Symbolism & Psychology

Color symbolism in art and anthropology refers to the use of color as a symbol throughout culture. Color psychology refers to investigating the effect of color on human behavior and feeling.



Pink: Pink is a sister color of red, but they are very different in terms of symbolism. It is a tranquilizing color. For this reason in many prisons the cells of the most dangerous residents have been painted pink. It symbolizes spring, gratitude, appreciation, admiration, sympathy, socialism, femininity , health, love, romance, June, marriage, joy, flirtatiousness, innocence and child-like feature




(** I gave up trying to color balance this image on my laptop)



and if you don't get this one... just squint... because I'm referencing pointillism.. I'm a really big art history nerd if you can't already tell... even though I failed almost every course I took. Not so big on test taking :/

I Can See Your Soul

..and it's beautiful

My Mother

This is a portrait I took of my mother.. thats an ambien that I placed on her nose.. which I when I was done taking this portrait, I immediately snatched it up and ate... mmm, ambien :)

New Work: Preview

more soon :)

Oh Snap

Away We Drift

So much magic in the air.. still looking for that inspiration.. until then.. here's snippets of my life..










my new block! :)







shooting fashion tonight and a cutsy band tomorrow... computer crashed yesterday.. gotta pick that up tomorrow, 9 rolls of film, and the keys to my new apartment. moving in nyc is such a bitch. if this is not meant to be, then I don't know what is.




and I'm on my way out the door...

Ying Yangs and Bike Rides

Night Rides With Nicky Up Bowery from Dana Lauren Goldstein on Vimeo.

BOWERY HOTEL...METHADONE CLINIC...ITS ALL THE SAME THANG 2 ME

Oh Yeah...

Check me out at the mall...


also check me out in Kaugummi Magazine #5 featuring photographs by :tim barber / peter sutherland / linus bill / todd hido / dana lauren goldstein / jonnie craig / philippe gerlach / mark mcknight / craig mammano / yves drillet / marlene marino / elkie vanstiphout / paul herbst / lina scheynius / alexander martinez.

36 pages - 9 euro - 150 copies

Dear Autumn; Uninspired

Today the weather was amazing. Coco scooped me out of my hiding hole and we rode bikes around town and grabbed some lunch.



hehehe :)

I have become extremely frustrated by my lack of inspiration when it comes to taking photographs so I've turned to several other outlets lately such as writing, painting, and drawing.

Here's a writing piece I wrote a little less than a month ago...

"Dear Autumn; Uninspired" By: Dana Lauren Goldstein

9.26.09 6am. My biggest insecurity was confirmed last night.. somewhere between Broadway and St. Marks by the gentle voice of intellect and reason in the cool autumn night. The statement's intent was sincere and delivered with tact; and hearing my unannounced insecurities projected into the night startled me . There was no need for elaboration because I knew exactly what they meant. In all honesty, I knew this before they said it... I knew it before I even started; the reason for hesitation before I began. As one obsession replaces the other; a mantra I am all too familiar with, one identity begins to overshadow and consume another.

Fast forward, One hour later. Set the scene: Oddly unemotional. Listless and uninspired, sitting alone on a vacant stoop watching the street lights and leaves dissolve into one, as they danced against the perimeter of dawn. A familiar face emerges, my peer in so many different contexts. He asked me if I was okay, of course I was; am. I am a survivor.

Although I hardly know him, I do on a level of unspoken words. Perhaps its a generational thing, perhaps we desire the same things out of life but thats not important because I know he knows this too. I confess I am uninspired and he tells me I should walk around; a piece of advice I often claim as my own. A piece of advice that unintentionally became a double edge sword repercussion of losing "myself" even more. He leaves and I am left with only the company of my numb solace. Baffled by the emotional detachment in my own mind (a conscious roller coaster I have come to master since the earliest of age) I continue to evaluate my life in terms of happiness vs. success, social standards vs. individuality, personal expectations vs. expectation from others.

My life; mi guerra. A quest for meaning and fulfillment in the meager time frame I was granted in this lifetime. I have already accepted and mourned my own death; and from that revelation I no longer fear tomorrow or what fate has in store for me. Yet a question that I repeatedly haunts me with no answer, "Who am I?"

I know I am not the girl on St. Marks who ran with the punks although at the time I thought I was, and I know I wasn't the girl on Allen Street who thought she was thug even though at the time I thought I was. I'm not even sure if I am the girl who I am now. Am I happy? It many aspects yes, but I am not artistically fulfilled or inspired which seems to go hand in hand with who I REALLY am, whoever that might be. I miss many aspects of my previous lives, not to forget the girl who suffered from chronic wanderlust, the Provencial loner, or the Tybee beach bum.

For right now.. I know I am uninspired, unsuccessfully clawing at life for something I can't find. I know this for sure, I no longer want to photograph party life for its become mundane and cliche. The stale smell of cigarettes and booze, cocaine, wannabe celebrities and striving socialites is all cheapened by the hope of tomorrow. Although it is a huge part of who I am, I am no longer inspired by the downtown lifestyle... the grime, the drugs, the drama, and an irrelevant form of fame that seems hard to differenciate one scenester from another. The most inspiring thing I've seen in months is faith. A young photographer from France wrote in an interview when asked:



That statement alone touched me so great, it inspired me to want and become more. It inspired me to strive to become a real great photographer. There's so much I want out of this life, and I hope I am not naively waiting for these things to never come. I so volatility struggle to maintain balance and stability of all sorts, yet something always seems out of kilter in terms of artistic inclinations and stability. I have practiced over the years; often learning the hard way how to walk the line between these obstacles, yet perhaps because I feel my age or I am succumbing to social expectations, I can't seem to find that happy median .

I do not want to become a robot or a slave to the money and fame starved society we have generated. I don't want to be afraid or intimidated by all the things "I am not" according social standards or mainstream media, in fact I'd like to pave the way for adversity. For today, I guess I can only look to myself, for it took me 24 years to learn this but: happiness comes from the inside out. Change is inevitable... harsh, and often unfair. I can't cry for yesterday and a lifestyle that could never fit, broken friendships, or all of life's trials and tribulations.

Be Scurr'd

Yoshi

Pretty stoked. I got my halloween costume today.. I'm going to be Yoshi...







Free piggyback rides on Halloween.. and I need to get some eggs...



OSTRITCH EGGS ;)

It's Fun To Do Bad Things

Well, I guess anyone who really knows me, knows why I would instantly be drawn to this work.. and maybe a bit envious knowing that they were taken by someone my age. They pertain a kind of piercing truth that gives me chills whenever I look at them.

See the rest here... www.maxwellsnow.com

Baking Party

Been spending lots of time with Nicky lately. Its awesome to have her in the neighborhood. It's been great seeing David too. Last night after I had a good cry we got baked and baked a pie.



















I have a great appreciation for quiet people these days.

I'm Not A Moron

I've began to notice a number of crtiques questioning the authenticity of my work in regard to my artist statement. I've remained quiet until today when I read a rather malicious writeup about my work and decided to write the author... (*I edited certain parts of the letter that I didn't feel a need to share with everyone but this is the gist of it...)

Dear __________;
I usually never respond to write ups but I felt a need to enlighten your ignorance since not only do you seem to contradict yourself in the above article, but managed to slightly offend me with your kitschy and elementary language choice in regard to my work.

First:
Neo-plastic style is characterized by a reversion to the basic fundamentals of art: color, form, level, and line.



I rely heavily on color and form in my photography to produce a body work based more on mood and abstract thought than literal imagery. Often "melancholy", "revelation", "progression," "social/spiritual unity", "self transformation", and "triumph over adversity" are common themes prevalent in my photography.

Second:
Theosophy is a doctrine of religious philosophy and metaphysics. The teaching promotes that each religion has an aspect of the “truth,” and each attempts to help humans in perfecting the evolution of the species.

[In lamens terms... no one is better than anyone else. We should accept one another for who we are as opposed to who we aren't. We should wake up everyday and strive to be the best person we can be. Dishonesty and liars are stupid. Don't be afraid to live your life.]



I like to compare everyday events and objects that I feel hold a certain unique beauty and charm that people often are too busy to notice (through color, shape, and form) through an HONEST and dignified aesthetic, rather than being slanted, biased, or exploitative in nature. I also choose to present my work on a level of ambiguity with a reoccurring theme of empathy amongst these subjects so they can be interpreted by the viewer on a personal and emotional level. My choice in models (although I prefer to use the word muse) are often but not always chosen on the basis of the unconventional young "heroine" type and are comprised mostly of those who I feel are doing something in one way or another to change the world for the better, are overcoming struggle, etc, thus having a "greater" underlying message or lesson in my art.

I am not hurt or the slightest upset by this.. just rather disgusted and felt the need to inform you on some things that you've seemed to overlook before publicly announcing your ideas as "facts" in regard to my work.

Feel free to email me at goldstein.dl@gmail.com if you'd like to continue arguing your point.

ps. Oh and my punk kids are 17 year old runaways that sleep in drain pipes in the winter...

The woman immediately sent me an email apologizing and said she was out of her "depth" (an interesting word choice that I really appreciated) and said that she removed the really mean long article which she basically blasted a popular magazine for writing me up.. called me a moron and called all my friends ugly hipsters.. and said all my punk kids were rich hipsters trying to play the part (that's the nice abridged version.) I of course accepted her apology and thanked her for removing it.

So whoever wants to knock me on theosophy, metaphysics, or neo-plasticism... I wrote an 16 page term paper on theosophy and metaphysics in art my last year of college. 16 page paper is a hell of a lot of information and research... especially condensed into a paper.

** all images from my zine/body of work entitled "DON'T CRY TONIGHT"

Guess Who?

17-Year-Old Brazilian Girl Admits Killing 30 Men

A Brazilian teenager admitted having stabbed to death 30 men in four different states between 2006 and the last days, the police told the press today. The 17-year-old girl confessed after being arrested during a street fight in Sao José de Rio Preto (Sao Paolo province).

"I don't have enough courage to hold a gun, but I can hold a knife," she said. "I am confessing because I promised I would do so before becoming 18, to avoid upsetting my family," she told the police officers who arrested her. According to the police, she confessed now to avoid being prosecuted as an adult.

She said she started killing when she was 15. After she admitted those crimes, the police started checking registered murders. So far, eleven cases correspond to her story. All are from Aparecida Do Taboado (Mato Grosso Do Sul state).

But other cases are being checked in the Sao Paolo, Mato Grosso and Minas Gerais states. According to the police sources, the teenager girl said she commited those murders (all with the same knife) for "money, revenge and for bringing justice."

The police suspects she was contracted by criminal organizations. She will be transferred to the Aparecida Do Taboado juvenile hall, her city of residency.

I honestly don't know what to think of this.. definitely nothing to be glorified or commended for.. above all just kind of sad this young misguided girl has never or never will be able to live a normal life.

Kick In The Doors, Climb In The Windows

Big thanks to my friends that came out to my opening and supported me. It really meant a lot. Special thanks to Josh Gurrie and BB...















so much fun with Chad and his friends... what stellar dudes!

Rave 2 The GRAVE from Dana Lauren Goldstein on Vimeo.

dancing barefoot


My past is haunting me.. I can't escape it... almost as if every minute I ever lived lead me here today.

Deep Inside

Intro To Abstractions & Modern Strange Loops

strange loops, man.. they're constantly running through my head.

Subliminal Child: Enter the Vortex from Dana Lauren Goldstein on Vimeo.

Youth, Magic, and Mystery

Yesterday was awesome. Me and Coco spent the day takin' care of business... by the time she left for class I was worn out... she's like the energizer Playboy Bunny.. she just keeps going and going.















I met up with her in Chelsea and then we went to the Moma Skate party... No Age was playing... ummm awesome :)














Oh yeah btw.. these are all video stills bc my camera ran out of memory.. I really dig this still :)




For some reason I became obsessed with the skeleton throughout the performance.. I just couldnt stop starring at it. Maybe Kenneth used to have one just like it or something?









Left ipsy tipsy and I guess I forgot how amusing I can be when I'm lil' drunkie faces (as Margaret would say)

NO LEGZ from Dana Lauren Goldstein on Vimeo.

hehe you should probably watch this..

and then like I was saying before everytime I end up in Maria care I have the best time ever>>>

and I woke up screaming at 5am.. WU-TANG!! WU-TANG.... (see previous post)

Oh yeah what else? BIG EXHIBITION TONIGHT in Soho.. and I got a new apt... CIAO SCURRY BAFROOOOOM.

infinite love,
me

The Prelude

Dino Enters The WU-TANGGG! from Dana Lauren Goldstein on Vimeo.

I made this video at 5am when I woke up.. its the prelude to the night before...





and now Im going back to bed for an hour or two ;)

You Got Punked

by some six year old... suckas!

And It Makes Me Feel So Fine I Can’t Control My Brain

All my horoscopes have been talking about haters lately. Makes me feel kinda weird. Do you hate me? :'(








as the joke goes ".. and then we did xTAHCEEEEEEE"


touche!






*hearts*


Nicky as Wednesday Addams






SUPPIE??



Sorry Ive been so boring this week. I'm so tired from last week. Just sleeping and working..

The Journal is Looking For Interns

Hello, the journal is seeking interns for the magazine and the gallery. To apply, please send a cover letter and resume to info@thejournalinc.com

NOT OBAMA!

Is it bad I watched this like 10 times? I couldn't stop laughing.

Daily Inspiration: Or So It Seems

I believe that you have died within me










Bloody broken and hidden away, I will seek the rope from which we will hang..
or so it seems

:)

Fryd sent this to me.. her friend Martin Skyt drew it... I love the Black Flag emblem in the corner. Total radness!

Maybe Crazy but Not Cuckoo

Hmmm... magic and mystery.

I've watched this transformation and I think this is epic-cy (is that even a word?)


I was reading about chinese astrology last night and I learned I am a wood rat... which only made me realize Dino is my spirit animal. I found the information to be really accurate...


This pic makes me super happy.






If you can't tell it says HAPPY HALLOWEEN and its sushi jack o laterns.. umm AWESOME!


*hearts*





All this black and white stuff.. most of it is for fun. Can you tell I just saw the Robert Frank's: The Americans exhibition at the Met?? Gonna do an edit in a week or two and make a zine out of them and maybe charge a $2 or $3 for them..

DLG Approved!

following "3B photos" courtesy of Mr. Alex Polushkin>>








Thank gawwdddd........ get me outta heeeeeere.

ps. Happy Monday!

Wun Dana, WUN....

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
-T.S Eliot





Used to be so obsessed with this movie when I was younger.. I remember seeing it in the theatre. Always thought Franka Potente was super hawt and felt some weird affinity towards her character in this film. Been running lots lately.. feels good and I enjoy the natural endorphin high... hurt my footie though and currently investing in some expensive running shoes :) See you on the street soon...






Maybe I should go red?

America, You Stupid

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?




No really, I'm really upset we're bombing the moon. Like if the Middle East wasn't enough jollies for you.

My Cousin

Halle Michelle
<3

ROFL'n

Everyone called eachother this morning afternoon and was like "What happened??"

Girls Will Keep The Secrets, So Long As Boys Make The Noise

sexting queen!





hiiiiii jon!

*hearts*

happy birthday molly! xox





Michael Nevin is so funny :)











last time I saw Johnny I was in a huff running down the street... "I gotttaaaa get outta heeeere"

hehehehe.. sorry I busted your mouth!

*hearts*



nys lil sweetheart



*hearts* coco n choc0 chipz

*hearts*



*hearts!!*


Something magical about Spencer Sweeneys roof I think. It started last party.. when all the kids came together on the mini roof. Some weird spirit and ever since everyone has become friends. Last night was just "aye aye kray kray." I can't stop laughing. I developed this laugh-dialect.. its kinda weird but its okay... because lately all I do is laugh..

I've Come To Lay You Down

Today was insane in the membrane. I could write in detail about it, but instead I'll let you derive your own version of the story from the pictures.










Happy Birthday Molly!


r.i.p.d00d :/





















































Somehow between stripes, leather jackets, and Nic-Co (Nicky + Coc0) everyone just sorta combined into one.

ESDC Crew

Can we just talk about how fun being 15 was for a sec?

(an oldie but a goodie!)




(singing Danzig in the park)




I started this all girl crew called ESDC (East Side DESTROY Crew).... there were seven of us total and we "ran" the streets, train trestles, tunnels, skatepark, and infamous for prankcalls, skate videos, skateboarding through the hallways, skipping school/getting kicked out of school, doing drugs in school, and speeding tickets amongst else. (Okay correction: mainly just me)


Internet wasn't too great at the time.. so all I had was Dead In the Dirt (sometimes I would shoot flicks for Dyne), a book called "The Art of Getting Over" which became my bible, and Scribble Jam stories. I don't know if they still do those.. but Cincinnati was only an hour away from my hometown.






After numerous incidents including the highway arrest, a time the cops got called on us while we we were doing community service, etc.. I began to chill out after the FBI picked us up in Charlestown, IN. We broke into this WWII ammunition plant... I got seperated from Mike and Jamie in the different rooms... in the back were a bunch of old ambulences and fire trucks. I was climbing in and ontop of them. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen... then there was a huge room full of shower heads with moss growing out of them.. it looked almost like a concentration camp. I was carrying a baseball bat, I heard a noise and my heart started beating loudly... I raised my bat and turned around.. right as a big dude grabbed me. It was like their own private sanction or something. I told them I was alone.. but they found Mike and Jamie shortly after. They took all down to this private station a few miles away and for some reason I kept lying to them and they were getting aggrevated. They took all the film out of the back of our cameras and stomped on them... they said they could put us in jail if they wanted.. but said they'd let us go if we never came back or spoke of what we'd seen.




It was a really wild bunch of friends, especially when we were all together. I remember Christina let us break into her house and have a party when her parents were on vacation.. I remember the cops came with a paddy wagon (was this before or after the rave?) and my mom had to come over and bail us all out. I remember I kept asking the cops "Can we go to Krispy Creme after this?" and the cops started laughing but everytime my mom spoke they'd tell her to shuttup. Hahaha!



It ended once we graduated high school, I got a boyfriend, and we moved away for college. Most of us aren't friends.. I still keep in contact with a few... most are still involved with art or fashion in one way or another. It's just really funny to look back and think that was me.

Egypt, Demanding Artifacts’ Return, Cuts Ties With the Louvre

CAIRO (AP) — Egypt said Wednesday that its antiquities department had severed ties with the Louvre Museum, because it had refused to return what the Egyptians say are stolen artifacts.

The decision represents one of the most aggressive attempts yet by Egypt to reclaim relics from some of the world’s leading Egyptology collections.

Officials of the Louvre have said that they were open to returning the artifacts to Egypt, but that a special committee must still make a final decision. France’s Culture Ministry also said it would be ready to return the pieces if the committee approved.

The decision by the Egyptian antiquities department, the Supreme Council of Antiquities, means that no archaeological expeditions connected to the Louvre will be allowed to work in Egypt. The country has already suspended an excavation sponsored by the Louvre at the massive necropolis of Saqqara and it canceled a lecture in Egypt by a former curator of the Louvre.

“The Louvre Museum refused to return four archaeological reliefs to Egypt that were stolen during the 1980s from the tomb of the noble Tetaki,” said a statement from the head of the antiquities department, Zahi Hawass. The tomb is located near the famed temple city of Luxor.

The reliefs, paintings of a nobleman’s journey to the afterlife, were chipped from the walls of the tomb by thieves, according to the council of antiquities.

A spokeswoman for the council said it would meet on Friday with the Louvre to try to resolve the matter. “We do have great collaboration with them,” she said. “What I hear is they are willing to return the items.”

The Louvre’s press office said that a national committee made up of specialists from France’s museums and other experts would meet on Friday to decide the issue, with final approval given by the Culture Ministry.

Frédéric Mitterrand, the French culture minister and a nephew of former President François Mitterrand, said he thought that the artifacts should be returned and that the Louvre acquired the pieces in good faith in 2000 and 2003, according to a statement from his office.

“It wasn’t until November 2008, after archaeologists rediscovered the tomb from which the frescoes appear to have come, that serious doubts emerged about the legality of their removal from Egyptian territory,” the statement said.

If the committee decides it is in favor of returning the pieces to Egypt, Mr. Mitterrand’s office said he was “ready to immediately return the frescoes to Egyptian authorities.”

The French said there were five fragments, while the Egyptians report four. The discrepancy could not immediately be reconciled.

Mr. Hawass, who became chairman of the council of antiquities in 2002, has made recovering stolen Egyptian antiquities a priority.

He has made several high profile requests for the return of Egyptian artifacts from the world’s biggest museums.

At the top of his list are the bust of Nefertiti, the wife of the famed monotheistic pharaoh Akhenaten, that is in the Egyptian Museum in Berlin, and the Rosetta Stone, a basalt slab with an inscription that was the key to deciphering Egyptian hieroglyphics, which is in the British Museum.

Via the NYtimes.com/photographs copyright me!

You Didn't Even Say Goodbye

Ross from K&M is a good man and hooked me up with this Sigma camera... I wasn't digging it at first bc its slow but now I'm really stoked on it .. its always weird getting used to new cameras.











I'll tell you where I'm at right now>> organic lemonade, maccaroni n' cheese.. baby octopus, anti pesto, broccoli and white bean salad.

Four Girls; One Camera

If you don't already know; my friends Lele and Serena run this incredible photography collective called I Thought I Was Alone. I can't tell you how rewarding and how much opportunity I've gained through my involvement with this project.. and they showcase some of my favorite photographers in the entire world. They just put up some of Nicky's new work which looks banging...






<3Hannah


so yeah check out the rest of Nicky's new work and some other good photos here...

Picture of the Day: Hakuna Matata

I'm really into tumblrs right now... this picture might be my new favorite picture of all time....

Strange You Never Knew

Have you ever heard me and Jason argue? Its like an 80 year old married couple that always end with racial slurs.

OH HELL YES!

Last time I was in Maria care we ended up smashing security cameras and I passed out in a pile of my own vomit covered in green paint from a bottle I drunkenly lost somewhere between Moe's and the Brooklyn Bridge after I mourned my own death. Sounds exciting, huh? She's kinda like the older sister I never had but wish I had. I just booked my ticket for Miami for Halloween... IM SO EXCITED!!! All Maria had to say to me was, "I'm going to the beach." Oh yeah.. Simon is djing the Neckface show too.. I'm overflowing with excitement...

Sleepwalkin'

I fell in love and I needed a roadmap... To find out where you lived
So excited now... sleepwalking, cuz I'm sleepwalking..




























(untitled; sleepwalking 2009)

The white trash boys
Listen to the headphones
Blasting white noise
In the convenience store parking lot
I hung around there
Wasting my time
Hoping you'll stop by
Cuz I'm sleepwalking, I'm sleepwalking

Daily Inspiration

I wish that was me

Konichiwa, Bitches

Back in the cittay...

Cyndi Lauper - New Music - More Music Videos

If She Had Only Stood For Love, That Would Have Been Enough

Withdrawing Within The Drawing Room, Drawing You

Haven't had internet in a hot minute. I thought you should know. Seems like I haven't been inspired long since I can remember. Buried in a cold dark murky grave at the bottom of the East River amongst the eels, trash, and gangly fish. I'm not in NYC right now but I'll be back soon.. I'm working on getting back on my feet soon too. Sometimes I wish I had tears left to cry but all I feel is numb.









I'm gonna go swim in the ocean now. I'd really like to go back to France too. As I passed out during my flight's takeoff today I listened to this song as I dreamt I was driving through the countryside of Provence. Somewhere between Avignon and Toulon.. my welcomed slumber felt warm and safe.

Output - Blue States