if you're going on the website right now, it isn't working because there is some mix up with the credit card etc.etc.etc. will get it back to you as soon as possible. probably in the next hour or two.
personally, i don't like expressing opinions on the internet, or really a lot in general.
but there has been one thing that has been driving me crazy.
where are the girls?
in this world of counter cultures and subcultures i have realized a while ago that at least the one that i spend time in and everyone i know is part of, where are all the girls? i mean, there are some... sarah morrison, roxy oxy cottontail, but the general scene has been directed for as long as i can remember been dictated by older boys (more so men) with facial hair. i don't have a problem with it really... well actually i do. i respect those people a lot. i mean they've done what a lot of other artists have done and basically have created a world within their worlds that fulfills their fantasies of life, of what they'd like their life to be like, what they've surrounded themselves in. it may seem a little perverted, but what artist isn't? dov charney has basically outfitted every girl in his clothing to suggest sex... no arguments or anything. i mean the double u neck dress has gotten boys for me. terry richardson gets girls naked for his lens in an instant. like magic. i could name more names but what use is that? i just don't understand why everyone seems to be living a dirty old man's fantasy. i respect those legends that have made it happened. but why are girls just taken as objects, as ideals of other people's imaginations and happy to fill that role. the blank eyed looks in many event photography websites that create style icons. where are the smart girls using their looks for something more than that? why aren't girls starting sexy revolutions? where are the dirty girls? stop getting your photo taken and start taking photos. infiltrate social networks and take them as yours.
if you didn't know already Viron has been living with me for the week.
let's just say it's a mess, my apartment... broken glass, melted plastic, the works.
viron has been doing some growlies, jackrabbits and muzzling herself in bed.
anyways we worked on a little wee project, an animation to say the least.
a collaboration that is just really exciting about.
to start off, i was supposed to be in new york for fashion week. of course as most of my Plan A's fall through it didn't work out. I'm not one to really hate blog or say anything mean in particular. but i just watched a really comical video of charlotte ronson being interviewed. please just watch it. she has a really big star on her head. ahahahaha.
I hope everyone had a lovely valentine's day.
My word of the day is hedonistic.
by the only glitterati at 11:36 PM
new interview with the tatianas
funny that we finally got it together for an interview, i had been asking pierre before the website was in existence!
let's hope when i am in paris in april i can catch them with my lens. for now the photos on the site are from Sophie Jarry who i think has taken photos of every band that matters/i like
I don't know what you've heard about me, but i've heard about you. you see sir i was built to break boys. one by one two by two. Mother says give it two years and i'll be trouble for sure. they always said i'd be a heartbreaker. Grandmother says "beautiful girls should be refined", sorry but i'm a snake not a girl. you invite me to your parties, i drink all your liquor, i steal all the cigarettes hiding in pockets, i step on your bed in my shoes. you invite me again. the lead singer is pulling on my dress. wait what? the lead singer is pulling on my dress. it's a slow death, but i like it, i like it.
by the only glitterati at 3:56 PM
the interview I did with the Teenagers!
they're really sweet boys, i feel bad i saw them when they were really tired.
anyways, i'm putting up the photos i took of them/the virgins soon
it has been far too snowy outside to get out of bed
I twirl this pen seventeen times around my childish fingers and feel the weight balance to and fro. strange to think that some don't use ink to write. my mind is still racing and my heart is fonder of memories. in the present however it is still cold and ever. with the promise of men and boys met only for minutes of the hour. it is he though that attempts, and i, like the little coy boyish child i play. too brash for romance and still too young to sit at their table. however it is like i still live double, even triple lives. each one a different version of myself. a little funnier, a little sardonic, a little dreamy. my face is still the same, though my jaw became pronounced and my eyes are framed by panda like patterns. my eyes are a little more red. either the exhaustion or the sadness will make me blind, just like the doctor said. I miss pulling up my school socks to my knees and the smell of the freshly laundered white shirts in the morning as i pull them over my head. i understand, i understand. i'm sorry i'm too empathetic and sensitive to the pain that so fascinates you. the kids in the hall with their paints and their pastels, they don't have focus, they are not determined. they believe their art will some how be picked up by the rich old man with the interesting cufflinks will decide they are genius. they have their art but what is that? will they die in the small apartments with the peeling wall paper, how their years in art school have failed them! will they sell out and make millions getting kids to buy things they will never need? The future they say is either dark or bright. but i have never been able to distinguish because my eyes were always closed. i just walk up the stairs that i am so sure of when blindfolded. up up up. each step the exact length of the last. perhaps someday i will be too confident and break bones by falling down a flight. but we never think of that. I like the girls with perfect nails and just-like-new-shoes, they give me hope that perhaps one day i will achieve this. my friends are all narcissists, but you are who you know. perhaps then we are all narcissistic, arrogant sex fiends with too much privilege and little budget.
SHIT FUCK CUNT.
where are all the good kids
by the only glitterati at 7:07 AM
“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan "press on" has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race”- Calvin Coolidge
by the only glitterati at 3:00 PM
i just got around to putting up two interviews today
A) Cibelle, the beautiful woman.
I swear she's possibly someone's fictional bohemian ideal, she's wonderful, after we'd met I was just gushing to sam k about how talking to her made me feel enlightened. '
And then the funny boys in The Virgins
who played a really amazing show in Toronto last weekend, I'm trying to get sam to maybe like them enough so they can play Underage Fest in the summer
by the only glitterati at 1:12 AM