“all we care about is runway models. cadillacs and liquor bottles.”
give me all your shoes, k thanks!
… a wonderful opportunity to re-do, re-connect, and re-store. It provides us with a chance to re-examine various areas of our life which may need a little more work, so that we can move forward to a bright new existence. Lots of emotional and spiritual break throughs will be discovered and allow for creation of a sparkling new vision on life. Fingers crossed for the next few weeks, good luck! xo
— Noah Calhoun
I can’t help but be interested in the twisted relationship of Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen. Nancy was a balls out kinda chick and I really admire that, while Sid was the epitomy of a 70’s rockstar. They were ill-fated from the start due to drug abuse and destructive behavior, but they connected at a time when the rest of the world considered them misguided outcasts. They understood eachother, almost like a punk version of romeo and juliet …
“We had a death pact and I have to keep my half of the bargain. Please burry me next to my baby in my leather jacket, jeans and motor cycle boots. Goodbye.” - Sid Vicious
For those who don’t already know, I have an obsession with Andy Warhol and his factory of proteges. Edie Sedgwick, Jean- Michel Basquiat, Lou Reed, the rest of The Velvet Underground, etc. A deliberate contrast to the hippie, anti-materialist, folksinging, peace marching ethos of their times, they embraced the changing culture of the ’60s with drugs, sex and rock ‘n’ roll!
I’m the kind of girl who wears ripped tights and studded jeans, fake tans and them highest of heels, wants the rebellious boys, diet coke, the darkest of chocolate and the laciest of underwear. Drench me in fur or sequins and ill be happy, the more leather the better, the louder the music the more i dance. I adore all that is mad (including my friends and family) and i can usually solemnly swear that I am up to no good. Im addicted to spontaneity and i think tattoos and accents are hot. orchids and lillies… models and museums… and if i find in myself desires which nothing in the world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.