Drivin' and singin' hall and oates tunes. hardcore tennis. craftin'. boozin'.three part harmonies. Stage and Screen. makin' pies. cussin'. shit talkin'. 50 cent words. sanrio. brit boys. well designed products. Amy k-Farrington's definition of a "good value". baloney sandwiches. perfumes that hide the scent of other people's carrion breath on the subway at 7 am. precious stones of significant rarity and the lore that goes along with them. books about miserable people. music sung by miserable people. jewelry making as a science. falling down. my niece and nephew and how they are cooler/ smarter/ cuter/ cleverer than everyone else's nieces and nephews. art of the late 20th century. the Late Nite Krewe. roller derby. decorating my home with castoffs from the storm. not thinking about the next hurricane season. mod dance party. being a local hero. living large on a tiny salary. settling arguments. jeanses. reading and ignoring your ass while you talk at me. contributing to the rich cultural pastiche of my fair city.
bill clinton. maggie chascarillo. chip kidd. my future self. otto kunzli. jean lafitte. jeff koons. damien hirst.
press play
occasionally i get to see some of these. i think i remember liking some of them.
The OC, bitch. btvs. gilmore girls. six feet under. arrested development. AbFab. lost. grey's anatomy.
The Andy Warhol Diaries, The Corrections, Kavalier & Clay, Tales of The City/ Armistead Maupin, Franny & Zooey, Pride and Prejudice, anything by matthew collings, also doug coupland, evelyn waugh, douglas adams, david sedaris, david rakoff, those crazy mcsweeneys kids. and just about any indie comix.
my dad. my uncle steve. my aunt linda. jeff tweedy. jeff koons. louise bourgeios. pats & eddy.