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2012-01-19T16:23:00.000-08:00

Jalouse Magazine: Une Fille Comme Les Autresby Matthew Frost

A short for the french fashion magazine Jalouse starring Ashley Smith.

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2012-01-12T19:24:00.000-08:00

Surfers.

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2012-01-12T19:22:00.000-08:00

Staircase in Musée Gustave Moreau in Paris

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2012-01-12T19:19:00.000-08:00

"BETTER TO WRITE FOR YOURSELF AND HAVE NO PUBLIC, THAN TO WRITE FOR THE PUBLIC AND HAVE NO SELF."

- Cyril Connolly

2012-01-11T19:36:00.000-08:00

"Keith Richards Comes to Town by Ethan Russell, 1972"

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2012-01-11T19:34:00.000-08:00

Anna Wintour. Proenza Schouler. Spring 2012.

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2012-01-11T19:32:00.000-08:00

ocean. sunset. sunrise. palm tree.

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2012-01-11T19:30:00.000-08:00

Jack Kerouac quote.

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2012-01-11T19:28:00.000-08:00

Florence and the Machine - Take Care (Radio 1 Live Lounge Special)

2011-12-30T13:52:00.000-08:00

Spikes.

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2011-12-25T12:15:00.000-08:00

Clockwork Orange, Stanley Kubrick

"The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent; but if we can come to terms with this indifference and accept the challenges of life within the boundaries of death — however mutable man may be able to make them — our existence as a species can have genuine meaning and fulfillment.

However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light."

- Stanley Kubrick, Playboy (September 1968)

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2011-12-25T10:39:00.000-08:00

I'm having a California Christmas.

Have a very merry-whateveryoucelebrate

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2011-12-22T22:58:00.000-08:00

Image of Positano, Italy

After all is said and done

Gotta move while it's still fun

Let me walk before they make me run

- The Rolling Stones. Before They Make Me Run

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2011-12-17T18:21:00.000-08:00

By Fab Ciraolo

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2011-12-08T17:46:00.001-08:00

"I keep falling into the same fucking traps."

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2011-11-29T23:45:00.001-08:00

"I call everyone 'darling' because I can't remember their names." - Zsa Zsa Gabor

AHA!

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2011-11-29T17:14:00.001-08:00

"Nothingness, Non-existence, Black emptiness." "What did you say?" "Oh, I was just planning my future."

Woody Allen.

2011-11-27T23:24:00.001-08:00

sunlight. floral.

Nataliya Piro for Marie Claire Greece (November 2011) by Costas Avgoulis

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2011-11-24T12:39:00.001-08:00

handstands. man. new york.

"We are what we repeatedly do."

- Aristotle

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2011-11-22T10:00:00.000-08:00

"I've always admitted that I'm ruled by my passions."
- Elizabeth Taylor

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2011-11-20T23:36:00.001-08:00

Heroin chic. The 90's.

James King by Davide Sorrenti.

His photos are so hard to find online. There is one book and it's only available at Collete.

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I wish I would dye my hair pink / Put on black lipstick / No-one would give a shit

2011-11-14T15:02:00.001-08:00

CSS - City Grrrl (Feat Ssion)

2011-11-12T15:05:00.001-08:00

“The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.”

― Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness

(Reader submitted!)

PS- Do we like this new layout?

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2011-11-12T14:57:00.001-08:00

Girls. Leaning.

Alessio Bolzoni for Grey Magazine.

I love this.

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2011-11-11T20:56:00.001-08:00

Paz de la Huerta in Paper Magazine.

FUCK EVERYONE ELSE. VIVA LA PAZ.

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2011-10-11T08:20:00.001-07:00

Kate Moss hologram at Alexander McQueen "Widows of Culloden" A/W 2006 show.

2011-10-07T22:25:00.000-07:00

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2011-10-07T22:22:00.000-07:00

Sky Lanterns.

I want to go to there.

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2011-10-07T22:06:00.001-07:00

Dead Man's Bones - Lose Your Soul

Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish Vol. 2

2011-10-05T17:09:00.000-07:00

Steve Jobs' 2005 Stanford Commencement Address

I originally posted this last year but it makes sense to repost it now.
I listen to this every few weeks. It seems to keep me focused/motivated/hungry/foolish.

Full transcript after the jump.

"I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much."

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2011-09-30T07:55:00.000-07:00

Carnegie Hall Artist Studios, New York City. 2007.

As they were.

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2011-09-30T00:54:00.000-07:00

Keith Richards in his "Who The Fuck Is Mick Jagger" shirt. pleasecanihaveit

I'm a third into his Iliad-sized memoir.

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2011-09-29T23:23:00.000-07:00

"By extension it may be used to negatively characterize anything that can be dismissed, disdained, defiled, or destroyed."

- Wikipedia on 'Fuck'

2011-09-29T22:30:00.000-07:00

a surfer camper. a mouth. the ocean. a fight. a sunken bed.

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mean reds

2011-09-26T12:52:00.000-07:00

superhero.

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2011-09-20T15:11:00.000-07:00

Cœur de Pirate - Wicked Games (The Weeknd cover)

2011-09-17T09:15:00.000-07:00

2011-09-17T08:02:00.000-07:00

Brown Bunny.

2011-09-12T21:46:00.000-07:00

"If you're still standing by the end of this week, we'll know you're one of us. If not, you're just a gay kid who likes clothes."

- Kelly Cutrone

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2011-09-12T21:14:00.000-07:00

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2011-09-12T21:04:00.000-07:00

"I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live."

- Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)

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2011-09-04T21:28:00.000-07:00

Puppies and cigarettes.

2011-09-04T21:17:00.000-07:00

Jack Nicholson.

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2011-09-04T21:08:00.000-07:00

By Jun Tan.

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2011-09-04T21:01:00.000-07:00

Get More: 2011 VMA, Music, Adele

Adele - Someone Like You (at 2011 VMA's)

2011-08-25T03:55:00.000-07:00

Kate Moss talks briefly to Vogue about her wedding.

2011-08-21T01:19:00.000-07:00

Vogue Greece + July 2011 + Marlena Szoka

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2011-08-21T01:10:00.000-07:00

Cause and Effect by Charles Bukowski

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2011-08-21T00:22:00.001-07:00

Kate Moss by Juergen Teller

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2011-08-20T23:46:00.000-07:00

Buddy Wakefield - The Information Man

I think I've posted this at least two times before but I can't find it. And, fuck, it's...too good. It's too good!Another attempt at making it .stay. put.

Full transcript after the jump.
The Information Man

After over 300,000 miles,
12-dozen breakdowns nervous,
one too many midnights
and a bunch of broken laws later,
I have come here from out of the rain
and into this rest area
caught 22 miles between you and me,
watching the information man
behind his information booth
juggling predictable conversation
with folks who look like iceberg lettuce
and who believe that somehow
the flat lines of small talk will give us life.
I want them to leave,
like a big deal orchestra removing itself from the stringed section
so I can fiddle with fate and make music.

There is a distance the size of bravery.
It forms like words in the mouth of a baby reaching out
for the point where all things meet.
On one end of it sits an info guy
who I imagine holds down his second job as church bartender
behind locked doors leading to the bell tower
we are not allowed see.
At the other end of this space
I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf
hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.
This is not a showdown or a shootout.
we are not facing off.
But I can feel the rumble between dusk and dawn
as if the chance to come clean with myself
will be outlawed
unless I relax.

I have heard
that if you pull a bent breath
through the second hole of a harmonica
tuned to the key of Georgia
while a train moves by
on the tail end of dusk
there is a good chance
you will finally know
what it means
to rest.
I
have not yet rested.

It takes a long time to make love
with someone who hates themselves.
It feels like I’ve been standing here
for exactly that long when, at last,
the rain outside drops off
and takes everyone in the rest area with it
except for me, and the info guy.

If we were created in God’s image
then when God was a child
He smushed fire ants with His finger tips
and avoided tough questions.
There are ways around being the go-to person,
even for ourselves,
but today I will get the answer
and you know what I’m talking about,
THE answer.
Emphasis on EE answer...

So I put my best foot forward
and take the kind of deep breath
that gives me away
as someone who deals with anxiety
and odd numbers
every other
other every minute.
In between it,
the info guy’s eyes grab me
and shift
back & forth,
like mopping floors
(with the sweat I sweat
in battles against myself).
He’s got me locked in and is smiling.

If you’ve never been rocked back by the presence of purpose
this poem is too soon for you.
Return to your mediocrity
plug it into an amplifier
and re-think yourself
because some of us are on fire for the answer.
I am ready for rejection
and rebirthing balance in my stutter steps
when the info guy finally pipes up
like C.R. Avery on a piano box
and says to me:

I can tell you're lookin' for answers
in the same way I can see when Kenny Rogers is out of aces,
so for a taste of your whiskey
I’ll give you some advice...
[laughs]
I’m just fuckin’ with ya.
Yer not allowed to have alcohol here;
it’s a rest area, dude. Listen,
if I didn’t have so much of this life all wrong
I would have gotten it right by now.
I talk a whole bunch
but I really only know a few things,
so I'm not saying to follow along verbatim here.
I’ll just tell ya the things I tell myself -
the things I know –
and you can see what sticks…

I know our shoes were stitched from songs about highways.
The best songs are the ones about Georgia
even though I’ve never been there.
It’s the only place I still believe in Jesus.

I know that no matter what it is you believe in,
you've got to spare yourself the futility of making fun of God
because that guy hasn’t even talked in like…
ever.

I know troubleshooting yourself in the foot
and acting as center of your own universe
is a tricky dichotomy to deal with
but, yes, you ARE the center of the universe.
If you weren't
you wouldn't be here.
So as the middle of space and everything floating in it
it is your job to know
that the emptiness
is just emptiness,
that the stars
are stars,
and that the flying rocks –
fuckin’ hurt,
so please
stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.

I know everything is out there.
It’s why they call it everything.

I know there are times
when you will lay your head to rest
and have a moment of brilliance
that grows into a perfect order of words
but you will fall asleep
instead of painting it down on paper.
When you wake up,
you will have forgotten the idea completely
and miss it like a front tooth
but at least you know how to recognize moments of brilliance,
because even at your worst
you are fucking incredible.
It comes honest.

So return to yourself,
even if you’re already there,
because no matter where you go
or how hard you try
or what you do
the only person you're ever gonna get to be
(and I know it)

is you.

- Buddy Wakefield

2011-08-18T15:09:00.001-07:00

Gotye - Somebody That I Used To Know (Featuring Kimbra)

Alright. This is a really weird video. Super awkward. And I tried to find another one but this is basically the only one that comes up. So..sorry. I'm not exactly sure whats going on here.
Try listening without watching?

2011-08-18T14:56:00.000-07:00

Bon Iver - Holocene

ICELAND!

2011-08-17T02:00:00.000-07:00

Annabella Barber by Matthew Priestley

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2011-08-17T01:51:00.000-07:00

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2011-08-09T16:51:00.000-07:00

Lana Del Rey - Video Games

2011-08-07T23:54:00.000-07:00

Frances Cobain by Hedi Slimane.

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2011-08-05T11:26:00.000-07:00

Superbad - Michael Cera Singing.

2011-08-01T08:17:00.000-07:00

Love #6. Fall/Winter 2011. What Lies Beneath. Mert and Marcus.

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2011-08-01T00:36:00.000-07:00

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2011-07-27T19:38:00.000-07:00

The Temptation of St. Anthony by Salvador Dalí (1946)

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2011-07-27T19:32:00.000-07:00

"At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since."
- Salvador Dalí

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2011-07-23T09:59:00.000-07:00

Amy Winehouse. Live and Acoustic. RIP.
The Zutons - Valerie

"Sexiness is nude beyond nakedness. Whatever dirt she rises from, she is still a flower."
(Comment left on this video.)

2011-07-18T14:24:00.000-07:00

Louis Armstrong - La Vie En Rose, Belgium 1959

Also ebay. Most starting at 99 cents.

2011-07-18T01:56:00.000-07:00

blue. suede.

Alexander McQueen Tab and Buckle Heel Bootie.

2011-07-18T01:48:00.000-07:00

champagne. beach. marilyn.

Marilyn Monroe by George Barris, 1962

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2011-07-16T15:02:00.000-07:00

Mike Tyson.

2011-07-16T14:48:00.000-07:00

Madeon - Pop Culture (Live Mashup)

2011-07-14T19:35:00.000-07:00

Ocean. Surf.

By Shaun Tomson

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2011-07-13T21:53:00.000-07:00

italy. seaside towns. balloons. wilderness. ballroom. wedding. ocean. sky.

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Bradbury

2011-07-13T21:01:00.000-07:00

The Bradbury Building. Downtown Los Angeles.

Kills

2011-07-01T11:43:00.000-07:00

The Kills - Future Starts Slow

2011-07-01T11:31:00.000-07:00

Home in East Hampton, NY. Photo by Adam Friedberg.

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2011-06-13T23:25:00.000-07:00

leather.

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2011-06-13T13:04:00.000-07:00

Timber Timbre - Black Water

2011-06-13T08:31:00.000-07:00

Foster The People - Houdini (RAC Mix)

2011-06-12T11:45:00.000-07:00

Astrid Berges-Frisbey + Jalouse (May 2011)

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2011-06-12T11:41:00.000-07:00

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2011-06-12T11:07:00.000-07:00

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Before Sunrise.

2011-06-11T20:09:00.000-07:00

Ethan Hawke, Julie Deply.

2011-05-31T01:48:00.001-07:00

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2011-05-19T20:31:00.000-07:00

Saw this at ---- today. Then came home and saw it on BleachBlack. Ohhh heyyy. Mums the word but this girl's about to really, really blow up. Trust.

2011-05-19T19:37:00.000-07:00

"That's the best revenge of all: happiness. Nothing drives people crazier than seeing someone have a good fucking life. " - Chuck Palahniuk

2011-05-19T05:46:00.000-07:00

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Ophelia

2011-05-19T05:40:00.001-07:00

Photo by Ann He

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2011-05-19T04:56:00.000-07:00

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2011-05-16T07:42:00.000-07:00

Penny & The Quarters - You and Me

DFA1979

2011-04-24T15:43:00.001-07:00

My photo. NJ during Death From Above 1979 at Coachella 2011.

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2011-04-09T11:19:00.000-07:00

"Berkeley Protest" by Stephen Shames

"Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth." - Henry David Thoreau

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2011-04-07T07:42:00.000-07:00

Alexander McQueen FW11 Menwear

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2011-03-31T01:10:00.001-07:00

"Bambi Northwood-Blyth by Tierney Gearon for 10 Magazine Spring 2011"

I need a break with a breeze.

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boom goes the dynamite.

2011-03-20T12:57:00.000-07:00

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2011-03-18T21:06:00.000-07:00

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Elevator Moshpit.

2011-03-18T20:54:00.000-07:00

"Merethe Hopland by Jacob Sadrak for QVEST #44"

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2011-03-13T23:10:00.000-07:00

"Students hold candles as they pray for Japan's earthquake victims inside their school in the western Indian city of Ahmedabad March 11. (Amit Dave/Reuters)"

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2011-02-27T23:13:00.000-08:00

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2011-02-26T10:56:00.000-08:00

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2011-02-26T09:30:00.000-08:00

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2011-02-26T08:58:00.000-08:00

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2011-02-19T09:45:00.000-08:00

The Rolling Stones, 1971 by Norman Seeff

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2011-02-14T17:52:00.000-08:00

"Bill Murray and Gilda Radner, dancing together at Studio 54’s 1978 Valentine’s Day ball."

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