automobile exhibit at the high. i found myself more interested in the people that were there than the cars themselves. notes that i took: car officianados and their expensive girlfriends. transvestites. art students. usual museum fare. guy w/ sunglasses, sports jacket, and cologne. plethora of well-dressed photographers. rap$tar$.

mom got her georgia state yearbook out and im totally fascinated by it.

mom 1971.

the people in the top photo are holding a gun and an umbrella.

sassy.

no bras allowed.

skylights/scoops at the high.

A room in the Jewish Community Center had little play houses for different countries. Russia, France, Denmark, South Africa, South America, Asia.
Just thought it was a little odd and slanted.

is it wednesday at 7pm yet?

Imagining the Pain ...and Release

farshid moussavi + alejandro zaera-polo

i cant imagine splitting with someone that your career (and other love) is wrapped up with.

uh oh

everyday it becomes more and more certain

we are here to interact with and learn from each other.

if you ever find me again, write the date in me and leave me with a kiss.

we'll be good books to read in a few years.

im not sure what it means to pair these photos together. but i like it.

Diane Borsato. Artifacts in My Mouth. Quebec. 2003.
I've often been tempted to touch the painting in the museum, to feel the brushstrokes, as if it will help me understand the artist better. In 2003, Diane Borsato took this desire to a new level. She was allowed to place several objects from a museum collection in her mouth.

stolen off of hipsterrunoff. Dessa was so kind as to introduce me to this website as well as the term blipster, which i find amazingly hilarious.

from the morning, past the evening, to the end of the line. gotta brimful of asha!

india mahdavi. wanted to love her. ended up not so impressed. maybe i just don't get it. i do like these barstools tho.

you betcha.

i love sleep.
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