maude goes clubbin'

you probably stole a wicked glance or two at beautiful lydia mary while she performed in the recent marina abramovic retrospective at moma. a big bash ball ma-bop was going down as the show ended last week + my girl asked for help.

from her archive of beautiful dresses, lydia mary excavated this precious jewel:


YES the gown is gorgeous, BUT the gown is also heinously impractical. lydia mary wasn't going to sport that sparkle-bot for another 50 years, when she's a wrinkly performance hag who can afford to be carried around like a holy relic.

she wanted a scandal. so lo made it short:


+ after all of that, june 1st ended up being nasty, humid + spitty. lydia mary was forced to do a last minute costume change. one day we'll capture her workin' this maude mini in all its glory. promise.

oh hey

i didn't hear you come in.

this little light of mine, part -0.9530

1/112. maybe we should get rid of the sizing-by-number system all together. if you'd like to reproduce anything for sales purposes, "small," "medium" + "large" may suffice, but i'm not sure i like that system either. replace the number inside your garments with your name.

8,231,130. one reason why i never went to fashion school was because i'm not going to pretend that i have unearthly originality to violently release on the unknowing public. the whole notion of dictating a single look on a mass of people is discordant. the concept of up-cycling + altering existing garments has too much exciting potential.

23. context is everything.

as much as i love

my white lightning locks, i am reminiscing about my red sonja days. maybe there is more red in my near future?

pattern vomit

laundry day brings the tim-burton-bag-granny-pattern-vomit threads out. despite this color collision, i failed to grab the attention of nick zinner, who was strutting his stuff on east houston this early evening in the wicked, sticky sun. baby should have let me buy him a burger, ya'll know he is hungry.

who turned out the light?! part -2.3098

1/3. i'm not going to lie. if you are wearing flip-flops, i'm not going to take you seriously.

(432). there is no excuse for sweatpants.

9999999999999933222.2. there is fast food + there is slow food. there is fast fashion (large department chains) + there is slow fashion (haute couture, tailoring). since when do we deem someone else responsible for dressing our bodies, someone that doesn't know us + will probably never know us? it's about time we stop outsourcing our bodies like mindless zombies. gotta slow-it-down.

p.s. isn't stevie dreamy?

bite me

is the name of this shade? this is my first stick of black. i'm a little surprised that i had to run into a drag shop to get it. it bothers me that the shade-name is so hostile. i'm not a bad witch, i'm a good witch.