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also check out the artists and work on petite--anarchy, cause what else do you have to do?
why are you still following this?
THIS SHIT IS DEADSCENE
anyways, so is theonlyglitterati.com, soon you will be able to get your little grubby fingers on all the O.G. glory off of petite--anarchy.com, archives baby.
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by the only glitterati at 8:22 PM
As you've probably noticed I don't update this.
I've been working on PETITE--ANARCHY
so if you want to follow that me and that progression, please go on the site.
Some of the links aren't up yet, as I do all the coding and sometimes I swear I have a life.
some of the cool things to see when you're there is the petite--anarchy blog, "morning"
and some of the writing/diary type of things in "afternoon"
by the only glitterati at 9:14 AM
I did some shots for Ideal apparel for the Spring 09 Campaign, I love shooting girls, they're so pretty to look at hahaha. Sometimes I forget.
Look at zem and get the comfy tshirrrts.
I'm really not updating on what I'm doing, and what I have been doing, but don't worry everything will come to light soon.
by the only glitterati at 10:41 AM
I NEED SUBMISSIONS.
I NEED SUBMISSIONS.
I NEED SUBMISSIONS.
SEND ME YOUR SHIT. PREPARE A SELECT VARIETY OF YOUR WORK AND SEND IT TO ME AS AN ATTACHMENT/ZIP FILE.
please don't email me with a question of what i'm looking for, expect i'm looking for everything
FOR UPCOMING PETITE-ANARCHY
by the only glitterati at 11:17 AM
Femme Fatale (The Girls I Have Known) by Marlowe Tatiana Granados
....She got up from the bed and gazed at her reflection, her eyes were framed with panda-like black. There could be no explanation as to why; she slept more often than not. Sleeping was the only thing that she believed her mind could be silenced by, or at least her body. The death of thought. Her thoughts sometimes seeped through her down-feathered comas, the monsters under the bed. The worst nights were ones spent alone and anxiety that grew like a vine at the pit of her throat released its chlorophyll into her dreams.
She pulled on her clothes that lay in strange corners of the room (they had no feasable route in ending up where they did). She sat on the bed and lit a cigarette to calm her shaking organs. Some moments of the day she felt like dying, like this one. She had never thought of herself as suicidal but immensely morbid. She could never do it herself, though if Death had decided to take her she would have no resistance. Even as a child she imagined her funeral, the little cards that her friends would have printed their speeches on and what adjectives would be used in her obituary. She thought of the committee of close friends who would be appointed to lament quirky stories and misadventures. Death; her own death did not scare her. It was the death of others that planted fear of being left behind in a world that no longer seemed viable.
She finished the last of her cigarette and put on her shoes. She made it a point to never leave too early in the morning. The light was too honest and dissolved all ideals. Morning light revealed secrets, the stains on your jacket and the bruise on your cheek. Night was like a veil over one's own reality, the possibility of becoming who you wish to be.
She shut Stephen's door quietly and heard it lock behind her. It was rapturously windy when she went outside. She walked to the subway and ran in the train as it was due to depart. Public transportation fascinated her. It was Civility's own twisted joke. An experiment that illustrated what was socially acceptable. What stopped any of these people from killing? How many people had sex this morning? How many were married and did not wear a ring? She was always taken back when she was approached by someone; to her it seemed so illicit.
Laurel entered the café to see Esmé. Laurel had always made her wait as she never really knew how to estimate a journey's length.
Esmé always appeared like a product of pampering and excess time on one's hands. Blow dried hair and chipless nails, individually separated eyelashes and a suspicious tan. To Laurel, Esmé was enviable. She was the perfect chemistry of someone who had enough discipline to know where she was going in life and a girl who in all forms was "fun"....
the happy fits of rage, melodramatic dance bruises, pinot grigio pushing, falling down flights of stairs, ankle spraining, tailbone bruising, january, crashing the four seasons, walking home in the snow on new years, open bar wristbands, on tour with the band, lost in translating, zurich's redlight district, london london, robbin's european cream cheese bagels, running around picadilly for a bathroom, catch, party hopping, fur coats, sharing apartments with boys in bands, endless amounts of V.C.'s, tambourine shaking, february, sweaty betty's, broken glass, falling into snowbanks, catching the last train, in the darkroom for days, falling in love with mystical boys who can't be fallen in love with, dead car batteries, naked viron, flooding the bathroom, art highschool house parties, infomercials in hotel rooms, not getting in, puppy eyes, gross 40s, 1.5ers, march, short time romancing, new york, millionaires apartments, premier issue of hedonism, getting rhian sick in the morning, 24 hour dance parties, downtown creative community, intern at a-ron's, homeless new york, agathe's wolf dog, hating the future, everyone you need to know is here, the office, april, london paris, hilton paris, too close to the eiffel, chasing laduree macaroons, pinot/chardonnay/marlboro menthols, wandering bastille, the bad arondissements, angry gypsies, hating paris, the boys who sit around the arch, la truskel, silly bands, wine on the seine, clement being a squatter and always late, playing pictionary in french bars, legends of rock and roll, baguettes with brie and avocado, second issue of hedonism, rainy london, jack the ripper, alex howard, marriott's, hilton's, planes, may, streetcar pick up lines, marky mark, falling on people, wrongbar, studio, large bottles, nicotine hot boxing, red eyes, pushing boys, venus fly traps, bar dates, bolton, abandoned houses, sparklers, june, runaway boy "friends", getting lost in dog hill, too much red, being vindictive, getting caught at the border, keeping it sweet, rooftops, mushroom cheesy fries, having nothing better to do, rhian's squat, above schiller's, heat, bug bites, dank basement bedrooms, the loft on bleeker and lafayette, o'dell life talks, street punks, july, ice cream picnics, soapy trampolines, bike rides, sailing, getting tan, tanlines, james turns gold, arriving at kyle's unannounced, spraypainting in parks, night turn into day, queen street north side, ossington all the way up, poutine, shared loft, bellwoods, riding in the rain, box wine, uh oh 751, waiting for parties at ice cream parlours, other people's houses, jack attack, grabbing, blue nails, roadtrip to picton, sleeping on the beach, dead animals, coming down, deserts, august, running away, one way ticket to london, dizzee, ralphi lou, misty, harriet, underage, ronnie, artrocker, real english breakfast, losing my journal, spraypainting doors, chairs, new art, weird basement afterhours, being depressed with the weather, first class ticket back, being depressed still, oh open bar, tiny vices, coming to terms, september, mr. grainger, three week ramp tramps/skater daters, famous at the skate park, been there dunbat, rachel in bronques shower, new interns, vice office, feeling nauseous because of men in bmw's, losing job, sweater weather, october, throwing rocks at boy's houses, nuit blanche, dex, the virgins/black kids for the last time, mystical donald, gala's owen, wineland, vineyards, being mad at tease jack, that one significant party, canzine, funny brownies, new york, halloween, mcginley magic, gardiner twins, brigitte, edie, wednesday, false alarms, loft 910, being freezing, bedford ave., brewery concerts, jarmusch, margaritas, tequila, goth dolls, fake five dollar bills, the gramercy, witnessing the end of the it girls, november, love squares, chasing, the after after party, marathons, champagne, when you're twenty one you're no fun, juggling, throwbacks, ex boyfriends, charity show, veuve cliquot when you need it most, losing sleep, tattoo, snow, being found out, bonjour tristesse, night after night, december, the shakes, so cold, cuddling, blanket forts, honey, lester bangs fanzine, out of control, vodka kiss, ambition, butterfly in cage, runaway, disappointments, strangest christmas in record, gala the roommate, new years.
Tonight is an end of an era, I hope you are wearing black, we're in mourning.
In any arrangement youth is attractive, that is why on many occasions you may be unstylish and young and still be deemed attractive. However, when you are old and unstylish you might as well be nonexistent. The only way to age gracefully is to accept your beauty has faded and invest in other things that are beautiful.
by the only glitterati at 5:26 PM
"So, what's your myth?"
"Your story, everybody needs a story, see that girl in the silver with the crucifix eyes? She hitched a ride on a tour bus and got off downtown, nothing but beauty came outta her pores. The kid she's sitting beside, french, lived in an elegant five-bedroom estate, see his shoes? Remnants of decadence. These kids know their stories by heart, it's the one thing that makes them unique to the other, they come from anywhere and find themselves here, in this room with these characters. A small gimmick for a chance at fame."
by the only glitterati at 9:12 PM