the only glitterati journal

archival recovery revolt

2009-07-17T09:49:00.002-04:00

if you want theonlyglitterati archives they're on petite--anarchy now

THE ONLY GLITTERATI ARCHIVES

also check out the artists and work on petite--anarchy, cause what else do you have to do?

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dude, wtf

2009-06-24T20:22:00.002-04:00

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.

but yeah, i'm getting there with P--A, it's going slowly, but don't worry, become a fan of P--A on facebook, woop

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RELOCATION

2009-04-23T09:14:00.003-04:00

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.

PETITE--ANARCHY
PETITE--ANARCHY
PETITE--ANARCHY

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"

xxxxxxx

Ideal Ideal Ideal

2009-03-31T10:41:00.005-04:00

Hallooooo
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.

I want to die with you.

2009-03-31T01:38:00.000-04:00

PREVIEWWWW

2009-03-22T22:59:00.000-04:00

what we do is secret from petite--anarchy on Vimeo.

yeah, this zine is up for order. In time in time, want one? send me an email marlowetatiana@gmail.com

2009-03-06T10:51:00.002-05:00

I want SXSW film festival passes.

You need more bad things

2009-03-03T17:25:00.002-05:00

we probably hate you

2009-02-15T21:54:00.000-05:00

turn the light off in my room

No, Really

2009-02-10T11:17:00.004-05:00

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

MARLOWETATIANA@GMAIL.COM////MARLOWE@THEONLYGLITTERATI.COM

FOR UPCOMING PETITE-ANARCHY

2009-02-04T09:47:00.002-05:00

"How do I strike a balance between hating myself enough to be artistic while loving myself enough to believe I can make anything?"

2009-01-22T12:03:00.003-05:00

have your work reviewed for submission for petite--anarchy.com

PHOTOS//TEXT//ART//MUSIC
please send to

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2009-01-20T22:32:00.002-05:00

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For future reference, another production.
This is not a test.

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hype hype hype hope

2009-01-15T21:31:00.000-05:00

Parent Haters.

I took a knife and cut out her eye, I took it home and watched it wither and die

2009-01-12T21:08:00.007-05:00

Femme Fatale (The Girls I Have Known) by Marlowe Tatiana Granados

---AN EXCERPT

....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"....

End of an era

2008-12-31T12:45:00.004-05:00

January-December 2008

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.

this is not a love song

2008-12-25T20:35:00.001-05:00

worth a million in prizes

2008-12-25T17:26:00.000-05:00

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.

excerpt

2008-12-16T21:12:00.002-05:00

"So, what's your myth?"
"What 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."

re-vitalize

2008-12-15T11:08:00.002-05:00

Unfortunately I will not be updating the website photos wise because some of the new rolls aren't currently with me. Although I can promise I've been taking photos. This all goes well with my new projects. I'm making plans, so keep a look out.

Someone so young singing songs so sad

2008-12-13T15:54:00.001-05:00

Getting a lift in the back of a cop car with cops who use iphones, isn't usually where we think a friday night will take us.

Sheila take a bow

missing paris

2008-12-05T14:00:00.001-05:00

sally cinnamon

2008-12-05T03:47:00.003-05:00

alice was a strange and useless type of girl. serpentine and waiflike she drafted through the halls of parties like the wind. somewhat noticeable and existing from out of nowhere. she walked the streets on her way home in the end tails of autumn, the cold numbing her limbs into moveable bits of marble, marching on toward her house. when it was late and she knew no one was awake she walked in the middle of the roads taking her time, almost dancing to the emptiness. she enjoyed the feeling of being alone. she enjoyed the empty road as she knew for that moment in the dark of winter this road was hers, for this moment it belonged to her. for this time, everything could be her way. her skin would be dry as she arrived home, ears aching from the change in temperature. her body emitting the cold air as if an extention of outdoors, and finally as the leftover haze took possession over her she would laugh at the phrases she pulled together in her head, tragic and nonsensical. the street outside her window lay before her electricity-less. dark and lonely as it had been before. it made little to no effort in becoming approachable. the steely exteriors were hell bent on being unforgettable. she lay in her bed for a while before falling to sleep. watching shadows play amongst her ceiling, no thoughts of time went through her head, no ideas of abstraction, just warmth of the body. this was the time she could never take outside of these unearthly hours. the mutual discreetness of four in the morning. the personification of herself in a time. perhaps if this hour would take course for an extension of time she could understand more. her actions became second nature, without thought or remorse, this hour would nod in empathy. this hour would understand. only few were able to comprehend this time of night. the disturbed and desolate.

IT AIN'T FAIR

2008-12-04T11:31:00.002-05:00

the downtown community goes to miami.

oh yeah.
oh yeah
OH-WOW

captivation

2008-12-03T18:40:00.004-05:00

two thousand and nine, so soon

A-ron, downtown don, bonderoff has deleted all his shit for now. He told me he would when I was in New York, I only half believed him. I may be following suit. New projects, new year, new ambitions, no? It's all about reinvention as the Don did teach me long ago. ahaha.

It's miami art basel on the fourth to the seventh. I wish I was in the sun. Ah, I'm watching the Britney Spears documentary. So sad, it's crazy that the media can create a prison around a person like that, she acts like such a little girl.

beg, borrow, steal

2008-11-30T16:46:00.000-05:00

You hit me with a flower

2008-11-30T14:36:00.004-05:00

i'm sorry for being sparse, but really, Gala and I are going through a weird three week comatose, where as last night I think Gala got something close to a concussion (but who would notice anyways?) and I, a bruised tailbone. Vicious?

PS.

I think lookbook is the most ridiculous social networking shit website ever. It has come up in conversation often this weekend. Are there any other ways we can become even more self obsessed? Just throw on some clothes off your floor and get out of your house. What's the big deal? Everyone can put themselves together.

present

2008-11-25T16:52:00.000-05:00

bloody mary breakfast busting up the scene

2008-11-17T07:36:00.004-05:00

thank you to my lovely friends who celebrated with me, thanks for throwing me around wrongbar like a football. now my entire body hurts and i have a bruise on my face that looks like i've been in a fight. (photos rachel woroner)

barely legal for life.

ORDER HEDONISM

2008-11-16T22:42:00.002-05:00

from le pressier

you know, because i'm just that unreliable....

but you can order it from me as well...i'll post a link for paypalling the new issue of HEDONISM eventually.

xxx

a little bit in love

2008-11-16T16:06:00.001-05:00

TROUBLE IN THE PALACE (INTERVIEW)

LET ME TAKE YOU OUT (PHOTOSHOOT)

icing on the cake

2008-11-14T20:06:00.002-05:00

this weekend.

champagne weekend, whatcha gonna get me?

excerpt

2008-11-11T21:46:00.004-05:00

oh, oh, ohhh

the night came down on our throats like a knife---bloodrush.

blood became like oil, valuable and easily set alight. the crux, the crux, the crux,

in amounts we've measured with such anticipation, we've timed and formulated.

the roots of our teeth soon shake at the sight of your shadow,

ghost of a shadow of yours. Still

lingering in the halls of the apartment,

moments we would otherwise forget still mask the routine smells of the kitchen,

the bedroom,

the bath.

Down your throat through your nose out your ears. Familiar notes on the baby grand do not reckon recollection. you tip-toe-ing

down the road with a hand full of all-purpose-cleaners,

you wrapped in scarves upon scarves trying to set yourself

aflame by the embers that do no justice

to your intent.

Nor I, yes sir.

New year's still comes by like a one-night-stand-in,

all slinky and come-hither leaning on the door frame offering up absolution.

i throw a tantrum in the middle of the floor, reeling, wriggling, screaming,

t(ee)ring, t(ehrr)ing up cheats sheets and

other tearable objects of fury.

You with your commonplace smirk

do nothing but sprawl across the bed as if nothing happens, as if you cannot hear

hello sadness,

"bonjour tristesse...Tu es inscrite dans les yeux que j'aime"

shakedown

2008-11-11T09:39:00.000-05:00

.

2008-11-10T00:39:00.000-05:00

"how could you not?"

you use me like i use you

2008-11-09T15:25:00.001-05:00

2008-11-08T15:45:00.000-05:00

our limbs became jelly and this is when i knew what it was i was to do.

SOMEONE STOLE MY BROWN LEATHER JACKET FROM THE CROOKERS AFTERPARTY.

GIVE IT BACK ASSHOLE

v-day

2008-11-04T23:03:00.000-05:00

change for the better.

we made you a star

2008-11-04T22:31:00.002-05:00

with dust and the dirt under our nails

everything is borrowed

2008-11-04T18:35:00.002-05:00

If it’s bleak, or if the week’s leaking down the street
or if any days wasted I want to face facts.
My time on this earth is my only penny

loft 910

2008-11-03T09:44:00.003-05:00

i will miss the love,

(from the built in photobooth in the living room)

crimson knees

2008-11-01T17:44:00.002-04:00

I hope you didn't get too bruised/bloody in your costumes. I went as a less stark version of Wednesday Addams, I even had a slightly headless doll to carry around. It was quite a marathon, I went to seven different parties. A-ron and I were walking around aimlessly for a while, the lissy/virgins party was fun, expecially when everything started getting fucked. I went to beatrice for a bit, and got lost in the crowd and drank gross vodka waters. I hope Ralphi Lou and Misty loved their first american halloween. I took loads of photos. updates soon. I'm going to take a nap.

oh the taste of new york city has me flat out on the ground...

2008-10-30T09:08:00.003-04:00

I'm in new york, after a chaotic evening of taxi after taxi and not finding my passport and missing a flight etc. yes I'm on of those travellers. I barely packed anything, and I'm still figuring out my costume. Robin is having a party out at the loft in brooklyn for halloween. Comeeee. It's fucking freezing in this apartment. I've been dressing like a goth recently if you haven't seen me... it's getting to a point.

I will hold up my end of the bargain by working on stuff to show you this week. Oh and Canzine went amazingly, i have to go and make more copies of the fourth issue to dish out to people here. I also sold a few prints.

I'm a bit obsessed with Jonas Löfgren's illustrations, I saw his work in Lula magazine for the girl of my dreams issue. I like the fact all his drawings are a bit sooty.

2008-10-25T21:57:00.003-04:00

So as I'm putting together the fourth issue of Hedonism I'm watching Discovery channel, hmm. It's a good thing to be found doing on a Saturday night. Please come to CanZine tomorrow at the Gladstone, it starts at 1 and ends at 7.
If you haven't sent me any submissions yet, this is your last chance. I make an early trip to Kinko's tomorrow.

WHAT TO EXPECT IN THE COMING WEEK:

new photos

new interview(s)

new zineeeeee

xxxx

when shit was still creative

2008-10-22T08:56:00.000-04:00

the weather outside is fright-full

2008-10-21T16:21:00.001-04:00

from my window, it's fucking snowing

yes, SNOWING.

but...it isn't even halloween yet!

I like it when you say you're gonna beat kids up, gets me off! gets me off!

2008-10-17T18:58:00.003-04:00

HEDONISM

FOURTH ISSUE

dear kids, i need contributors for theee zine. i can't print all your pretty photos, so writing is much preferrred. but you can send photos and illustrations if ya want. writing should be short snappy and something you think i'll enjoy reading. oh yeah, and hurry up I want everything by next week. i'm saying thursday is deadline.

marlowetatiana@gmail.com

super

i wanna go, let's go

2008-10-15T19:43:00.004-04:00

a photo of mine is in Afisha, a cool russian magazine, they were lovely and sent me two issues in the mail. i secretly do some stuff for magazines, this is my article for artrocker/converse music.

the full article is available at converse music

that was quite a funny day,
here's the vid of gallows playing, there's a part where you see misty, ralphi lou and harriet with dizzee and frank gallows ahahahaha. and also you get to witness the fucking crazy circle pit that made me nervous and think i was going to get trampled.

She had polkadots and rubies in her dreams, french fantasies on cinema screens

2008-10-13T14:21:00.002-04:00

it's thanksgiving here (in canada) and i've been trying to figure out what i'm thankful for, it's almost as bad as making a new years resolution list. holidays always depress me.

I've been listening to Diamond Street radio show episode one, Pharrell put in heartbreaker/metronomy and the golden silvers in. so good. I believe episode two arrives soon.

Speaking of which, i think i'm going to start french lessons soon.

the golden silvers, swoon worthy

anti binge

2008-10-12T20:38:00.001-04:00

these are kind of amazing

I somehow see what's beautiful in things that are ephemeral

2008-10-12T09:56:00.001-04:00

under control/out of control

2008-10-11T09:54:00.001-04:00

You are young, darling
For now, but not for long

kiss for kavin

2008-10-08T22:00:00.000-04:00

i heard she broke your heart again

2008-10-08T19:54:00.003-04:00

I am getting my b&w film developed soon from the weekend, should be interesting to see how they come out since I was using my new point and shoot. I'm happy to announce that I'll be in New York for a little less than a week around Halloween because my favourite London twins, Misty and Ralphi Lou will be in town. We're still figuring out costumes... I'm somehow being sucked into the whole American politics thing, and I'm tired of talking about it. I just got a twitter account, so I don't know what to do with it...

I'm excited about some of the interviews I'll be doing in a few weeks, but speaking of the past bands I've interviewed/photographed, Natalie Portman's Shaved Head has been doing so well for themselves! Vice gave them a good review an issue ago. A lot of the kids I've met along the way are doing amazing things for themselves, it's pretty crazy.

permanently black and blue

2008-10-05T06:56:00.003-04:00

currently writing to you in the midst of our whirlwind weekend. it's cold out and nuit blanche brings out the wild in everyone... Gala and I got our hair cut as an art installation... the hungry ghost was very crowded and i don't think there were enough prints to look at, we all wanted to see a bit more. anyways, wedding wedding wedding. We'll scrub up for today only. Autumn is here, and I've been sick for a week.

ps

2008-10-01T11:33:00.002-04:00

I loved muxtape, it was kind of amazing, it was a new way of discovering music through other people's tastes.

read Justin's ridiculous battle with the labels on the main page.

white night white knight

2008-10-01T10:51:00.004-04:00

This weekend may be the only weekend to get an advancement in culture, for a full 12 hours from 6:52 pm on saturday to sunday's sunrise. Nuit Blanche. It's the third annual "free all-night contemporary art thing". Gala and I are going to try and marathon it this weekend. First, Friday with the Hungry Ghost show with work from Brad Phillips, Jessica Eaton, Tim Barber + more.

(jessica eaton)
(brad phillips)

And then Nuit Blanche, with more than enough artists/installations/delirious catastrophes for twelve hours that will hopefully persuade the government to not cut money for the arts.

But Sunday, ohhhhh. Me and gala go to the wedding, and afterwards black kids/the virgins concert. Should be sticky.

friends in quotations

2008-10-01T00:33:00.004-04:00

I rediscovered interviewing artists. I'm doing a new onslaught of interviews as autumn comes into season and I can't go out to play as much as when it was spring and summer. Ryan of That Ghost is kind of the best. If you remember I once posted one of his songs in July because I was obsessed with his music.

GOING OUT WHEN IT'S WARM AT NIGHT

art

2008-09-27T12:33:00.004-04:00

by andre r.

It is kind of upsetting when a portrait that is supposed to be me comes out far more attractive...

2008-09-21T09:58:00.001-04:00

Part one: Stop

2008-09-19T10:42:00.002-04:00

I'm unequivocally detestable as I lie on this carpet watching the ceiling morph into equally abominable species. I lie here. The spot where I lie seems to catch the heat of my body. If I move I will be sucked into the ground, an above ground undertow. There are people here. If I call myself detestable they are far worse than that. I lack morals, logic, and perhaps compassion for comrades. They lack the qualities that make humans even slightly bearable. I can't stand them, I'd rather be alone with an onslaught of nosebleeds than strike up a fair-weather conversation. So I lie here. I hope they leave soon, they're ruining the moment. Maybe if they stopped talking I would feel better, but they don't. They continue in a monotonous drone. I feel paralyzed, pleasantly. Someone sits next to me, the room is still hazy. A voluminous cloud exits from the person’s mouth, for a fraction of a second the warm lamp disappears behind the smoke. This is nowhere. The person sitting next to me was not introduced, brushing hair out of my face. His face finally materializes. I hear muted footsteps edging toward the door. The Repugnant Society has finally left, dragging what’s left of their gruesome miasma onto the street. Their sizable fault? Their lack of self loathing, the fact they love themselves to death. The fact the only reason they pose questions is to revert the conversation back to themselves. True adversaries in the art of small talk, the only art I would grant them the honour of being part of. I feel the lift of their absence. How refreshing.

I love you, Louis

2008-09-16T12:18:00.002-04:00

2008-09-15T11:33:00.002-04:00

Sarah Palin is horrible, I'm not even American and I have to say it.

Give me some work to do, send me your photography, writing, weird videos, music whatever at marlowetatiana@gmail.com...maybe i'll like it.

2008-09-14T21:09:00.000-04:00

can't take me anywhere, I'll take you anywhere

2008-09-14T19:16:00.002-04:00

if you have placed an order from me for a zine or what not, it's enroute to you now. I sent them out last week, I'm not very punctual but I DO write personal notes to people who order. forgive me?

I used to rent movies every week with a different theme, for a whole four months I watched a lot of French films,

recently I've watched quite a few Jim Jarmusch films. I've become really into searching for things on youtube, as you can tell that's all I post now. Redhotcar sent me this clip, (because of my tendency to end up on roofs)

Swoon

2008-09-13T08:14:00.000-04:00

Start with straight shots and then pop bottles

2008-09-11T06:07:00.003-04:00

Flirt with the hood rats then pop models

Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game

We have the same dentist

2008-09-08T23:20:00.004-04:00

I'll admit that the only time I ever watch tv is for Gossip Girl, the Hills and I watch Mad Men recordings faithfully. However I never know what to think about the Hills girls, though Lauren's mascara tear tonight was epic, and the jail stint.

Another movie I want to see that premiered during TIFF, aw Michael Cera!!!

get filmfested

2008-09-03T20:35:00.003-04:00

The best time of year to be in Toronto is TIFF because it's all flash and bang while you ease your way back into classes. So basically a bunch of parties and movies and beautiful people for a week. I just really want to see this ahahahaha

ode

2008-09-01T11:10:00.005-04:00

In a wildly romantic and childish fling of writing I've been trying to get myself to write something about the end of summer. In many ways I wish I had the ability to write down everything, categorized and catalogued. However, I am a private person, mostly and a lot of things never come to public light. Writing is funny that way, because most of the time you write what you know. Sometimes it's not autobiographical, sometimes it's half-fiction.

Summer.
Something about the heat and the sun regards you to become more beautiful. Somehow it's like your entire body tries to burst through your pores. Like the flush in your cheeks, and the rush of blood to your face. Your tanned limbs and freckled forearms have natural kissability, as if dusted with gold. Your face gleams from the sweat and shimmers like the mist on the trees in the early morning. There's never anything else to do. So we bum around stoops and make lists of laws to break. The simple fact that you have nothing to do tomorrow, procures the reason why you're out tonight. That's why you stay up in the park daring the sky with your stamina. You sit in your apartment all day long, lying on the sofa cringing at moments that slip through your mind like sand, because in fact, if they were ever-present you could no longer dance on tables and urinate in people's gardens out of sheer self-consciousness. Cheers, another round for the ladies. You dumb yourself down, because no one so intelligent could be so brave. You love like no other, a breeze passing through a field, carressing stems and naming every thistle. In the heat of July we rubbed rosemary through our fingers till it stained our forefingers to our pinkies. We kept ice in storage and you wore your crown around the house. In the night we slapped our thighs from invisible bugs and smoked out a pipe like a chimney with dreams of herringbone and the tweed England. As summer comes to a timely close, the weather seems to not want to let off, the afternoons are still spent taping dark scarves to the bedroom window, refusing to let the sun come in and infect our murky rooms with its pervasive heat. We also dreamed of France with its blue waters and low pressure systems, we wished for blisters on our feet from the ancient uneven walkways.

Early in the morning I can smell it. The autumn persuades summer with its colours and attractive dance, in the morning you can almost feel it. Though the salty residue of summer is still strong on your tongue. The rotting crabapples fall in piles, our hair will get darker and our faces lighter. The remorse will be wiped away till next summer. We bargained to keep our secrets close.

We will need to find suitable partners to get us through the winter, perhaps they will have no idea about our defamatory pursuits, and burdening addictions. Perhaps with fall we turn new leaves. Reminder: we are not trees, tigers never lose their stripes.

2008-08-30T09:49:00.002-04:00

So, apparently the internet knows how much I love punks.

Fevers and Mirrors

2008-08-30T09:34:00.003-04:00

the end of summer is still thick in the air

collective, choices from three rolls of film I got developed. More to arrive.

(my favourite photo of gala ever)

it seems to me that I wake up and sleep, look in the mirror have no idea what happened in between

2008-08-29T14:33:00.003-04:00

One of my favourite memories is meeting Conor Oberst one rainy February night almost two years ago. He's up there with Pete, as my favourite living lyricists. I admire him so much, his new album, amazing. Gala and I have decided we will see him and Kings of Leon (not together, but we can only wish) when they tour. Top priority.

And time's not poison but once you drink it all you'll die
So lets just sip it real slow, yeah, we can nurse it all night
Try to believe that once its gone they will pour another round
and come back to life

loving isn't easy

2008-08-26T09:14:00.003-04:00

If you're in New York August 27th go play with our favourite boys, young lords and the virgins

only by the night

2008-08-22T19:45:00.002-04:00

a present

STREET WISE, thanks alex howard. Probably one of the most impressive/amazing edited and filmed documentary. watch it all. learn.

I decided to dig up some Kings of Leon songs to listen to, I used to be obsessed, I'm waiting for their new album to come out. I was going to put up Sex On Fire on my Muxtape, but you know RIAA is bringing muxtape downnnnn. Like Last.fm and Pandora they might have to start paying royalties etc. Awh, I only wanted to hear and share some goddamn music.

She loves everybody

2008-08-22T15:29:00.003-04:00

The other night, we went to Tim Barber's exhibition of TV books at Studio Gallery. After the police came I was walking down the fire escape and fell down the stairs. Les Saboteurs laughed and I got up and brushed myself off and continued on with the night. In the darkness I fell down another stairway, and then continued to dance around. Now I have a sprained foot, and I won't be able to wear heels for a little bit. Gala and I made a little mess of ourselves, but that's usual. EMBARRASSING.
I've been listening to a lot of Chester French on repeat. "She loves everybody" is about a nymphomaniac, hah...

Speaking of nymphomaniacs, Hedonism, ISSUE 3 is now out. purchase here

street justice

2008-08-21T13:19:00.004-04:00

People need to be put back in their place. The gloves have come off. No one fucks with us.

two young sensualists got off a plane

2008-08-19T13:38:00.002-04:00

we would smoke and drink and laugh and sing of foreign things/we bought clever hats and umbrellas/if it wasn't quite my style and you felt semi-wild/you'd snatch it up and add it to your aesthetic dumb luck

You can never have enough of what you don't really need

2008-08-19T09:40:00.004-04:00

I really love good illustrators, especially when the work is a little fashion, a little sexy, and very pleasing to look at. One of my favourites is Michael Gillette. I remember seeing a poster of his and jotting down his name on my hand. I was in the bookstore the other day to buy a new Moleskine because I left the other notebook I had just bought in London. I saw this amazing display of bookcovers, the James Bond collection, redone with covers by Gillette. I wanted them all! I wouldn't mind getting them as prints too! I love the way he draws women, they always look really beautiful and a bit dangerous. Anyways, this gives attention to what really made James Bond great, the girls.
My favourite covers:

more of his work

excerpt II

2008-08-19T09:11:00.000-04:00

Like an alley cat he wandered through districts and airports not lost, not found, aimless, just to pass the time. He belonged to no one and nothing, not even the world. He was born out of thin air, an eternal orphan. He wanted to find an existence, an existence that you could list, an existence that when you wrote down nouns and activities, your life was that. Autumn, sitting on stoops, staying in bed. Just like that. An existence where an idea of life could form. He had love, that was the only thing he could not ever get rid of. To exercise it would be dangerous. But he still held hands. He drifted through the world in this manner, promiscuous in only a sense. Never letting his love overcome him, it was smart and it was safe. It's always good to use protection.

Screwed Over

2008-08-17T10:27:00.002-04:00

The party, that is supposed to be the one year anniversary of theonlyglitterati.com has been canceled until further notice. I'm a little pissed about it.
Don't worry, I'm keeping the champagne on ice. Back again soon. Thank you to VNDLSM and Les Saboteurs for volunteering their efforts. I'll be speaking with some people to figure out if we can put it on before September.

x

lovely

2008-08-16T10:29:00.000-04:00

Fuck it, I love you

2008-08-14T19:26:00.004-04:00

I put fire to our bed
first class flight home, most horrible time ever.
I miss my london friends and london parties, and only maybe london itself

rich girls in london

2008-08-09T09:06:00.002-04:00

i'm in london

heyyyyyyy

i went to underage yesterday, some good fun. today i might go to field day if ronnie finds me a pass. it's cold and rainy here, take me back home so i can be tanned and go to the beach!

ps,

i don't know when i'll fully like a virgins video, but this one is better than the one before that. I just wish the videos celebrated girls, not just always have them straddling boys. yeah?

dead end of western civilization

2008-08-03T09:52:00.003-04:00

so i was running an errand in the pharmacy browsing magazine covers, which i don't really do that often.

the new adbusters had this photo and the title being,
Hipster, the dead end of western civilization.

the article is here

I don't know, the fact there are over five hundred responses to it shows that it is an interesting article. Some people seem to be so offended by it, it makes me laugh! Point is I think that some of it is so true, a lot of the culture is reprocessed in a more digestible way from past generations. Nothing is really new, but everything is modernized. I also believe that everything is made to be picked up by marketing companies to sell back to the kids. perhaps the reason why thirteen year olds listen to crystal castles and wear cheap mondays? Companies like Urban Outfitters have merchants of cool picking up the trends and selling it for three times the price. (Reason why there are fucking lomography cameras sold there) Of course I can't really make these types of statements because really I add fuel to the fire as well, it's all a strange cycle. The difference in culture really, is money. The only reason why some things are a subculture is because of the lack of it. MGMT doesn't care if they sell out, because really, if they make a good album, they don't (really) change their sound, it's the same product except with financial backing. So isn't that kind of making mainstream culture a bit better? By actually giving solid bands funds to do what they want? But selling out isn't really the main context of the article. The quote up from Time Out New York says, "they must be buried for cool to be reborn". I agree to an extent. As an objective view on things, completely disregarding the fact you probably think I am a huge hypocrite. Cool and all things good in art comes from dark times, struggle etc. Most of these kids on the scene have never had any of that shit. I've been waiting and thinking about what will come next. I'm fucking bored with the obsession with youth and irony and whatever. Just do something productive. Whatever you do when drunk, well, just don't undress for party photographers. Oh and another thing, NEVER WEAR FLANNEL. It's ugly all the time.

underage

2008-08-01T10:20:00.002-04:00

i'll be covering underage festival for artrocker magazine

comeeee playyyyy

RJ is the way

2008-07-28T13:54:00.003-04:00

me and robin are supposed to be working on a shoot together when and if i get to london in august.
he's turning out to be some kind of like, really good photographer or something.

BANANACHASER///ROBINJP.NET

converse reverse

2008-07-28T13:26:00.002-04:00

read my kind-of implusive interview with patrick o'dell

youth alcoholic

2008-07-20T17:53:00.005-04:00

last night was hilarious, i think whenever i wear doc martens it affects my personality where i think i can take anyone. it's been raining in crazy excess here. our look of the week is wet rat. anyways, hilarious, i dj'd (gala pretended to dj) at the afterparty last night for like, 20 minutes because i was having a mad fit at the people around the dj area and i was cussing them out because they were trying to play songs and i started pushing people out the way. actually i was pushing people all night, i don't know, another punk moment. gala got a little out of hand too, as we always do. i feel like now me and her always get up to shit and we always prance around like we own everything.

anyways i'm having a party, the details are underwraps, but the one year anniversary of the only glitterati is upon us. so, if you know me come, if you don't come too. in about a month. it will be crazy, just because if you know how we like to have fun, it either gets messy or violent in the end.... Les Saboteurs, me, and tentatively the lovely VNDLSM will be djing. amazing!

la foule

2008-07-18T19:23:00.001-04:00

2008-07-12T22:45:00.003-04:00

day of adventure on SVB

i don't wear makeup anymore/don't care if i look especially ridiculous on public sites/eat all day long...

is it wrong?

2008-07-12T22:43:00.000-04:00

an excerpt.

2008-07-11T22:07:00.004-04:00

with just a push and a shove he was gone, my best friend down a cliff and i, remorseless, stood there grinning.

My stomach rumbled and shook and my eyes were crazed, light leaks blurred my vision. we used to kiss and bathe in the sea, we made love to the seafloor and showed it our ways. it scolded and told us to get lost. told us to stop drinking that goddamn dirty water. it influenced our language, made the words we said come out in grotesque and sacrilegious shapes. we moved on to the forests, the deep and dark forests. murky and musical, the leaves rustled and sticks would snap, it was like the music people got on to. we smoked the wild flowers and took off our clothes just to be closer to the earth. our arms freckled and our faces darkened. we laid down the law. we puked the city out of our lungs, our pores filled with pollen. we were content in the wildness, the natural mess of it all. we contructed weapons out of rocks and wore feathers 'round our necks, we forecasted our zodiac fortunes in the stars. the forest was our summer love, comfortable and always nurturing, we nuzzled our heads in its breast. autumn came and the forest showed signs of disdain, a lack of commitment. it shed its skin, and its love for us.
winter came overnight and our hair crystallized. our skin glistened and emitted glittering ice, we were beautiful and could not feel a thing. we awoke in the clouds, feather light. the sky was kind, she offered a chance at redemption. we always escape through a technicality, rightfully so, we never did kill spiders or put our elbows on the table. we moved underground, too tired to lose the sin on our trail, we kept our feet dirty. the youth of our days was a disease, preventing wisdom of age to prevail. we kept it short, and we always won.

the sea

2008-07-10T21:41:00.002-04:00

i've been outside for about 48 hours, yesterday i was with kavin biking around with the new and improved James, he's gold now...he's been getting many comments from straight up g's who say he's down right ballin'. les saboteurs and kyle dejour joined later for saki and pbr. today i came home all blushed because i had been riding all day from the beach to the harbourfront to parkdale to home. me and gianna went to the beach and then i had to bike to the harbour because james didn't fit in the trunk. then we went sailing for a while. it was beautiful! we're going to have to do it more often, anyways i'm fucking sunburnt and i look like an island child.

me and howard are looking for a flat! if anything comes up email

marlowetatiana@gmail.com, or marlowe@theonlyglitterati.com but really i only use the glitterati one for bus-i-ness.

the campaign i shot last month should be coming out soon, fingers crossed soooon.

jack and i went for a picnic the other evening and he was talking to me about little boots, she's the most adorable thing to exist.

converse//con/verse

2008-07-07T15:38:00.005-04:00

julien casablancas/santogold/n.e.r.d.

MY DRIVE THRU

this song makes me a little annoyed, maybe it's because the guitar is the same throughout or just it was made up for a shoe company...but everyone has their own tastes

weekend wars

2008-07-07T12:54:00.006-04:00

my vast and beautiful adventures:

This is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together/We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever/Lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout

2008-07-07T12:10:00.003-04:00

because love is like a mystery we always are on a unconscious search of something, a sliver, a trace, the tracks it's left leaving your house in the twilight. we fight we fight we fight, and the instruments still play. a kiss is just a kiss we are hungry for, to be nourished at least for a little while. some kisses mean nothing and sometimes they mean everything. it's the dangerous dance we learn to step, quick quick and slow. this is not a diary from me, but a request for those i know who seek love or try to deal with it. some fight and fight to keep it, some grow it in the back of their minds to comfort them, at least to have someone beside them at the lonliest lows. some have it and are content, but it is kept at a mild temperature to keep it from blowing up or cooling down. the boys forever will chase the girls after school. it's fine. that is how it is.

your mother's pretty loaded but she don't have a heart

2008-07-04T18:38:00.003-04:00

my favourite photo of patrick's

last day today, i leave new york tonight and i can't wait to develop some of the film i shot, i will have to compile my adventures of the summer accordingly.

i did a lot of funny things this trip, maybe i won't tell you, you'll probably just need to see when i upload all the photos.

i hung out with patrick o'dell this afternoon, funny because i saw him last week in toronto, he's the best person ever. we had disco fries/fake poutine and watched this weird thing about online predators on tv. it was mesmerizing to say the least...at least we were really disturbed and weirded out.

well, i kiss the loft on bleeker and lafayette and the squat au revoir, till next time.

a violent yet flammable world

2008-07-01T08:37:00.002-04:00

so this is my second day of my vacation in new york

usually whenever i go to cities i have playlists for each place.

for new york:

lou reed/velvet underground
the strokes
the virgins (07 preferably)
Nina Simone (quite plainly she's fucking badass)

obsessions:
mystery jets (all the songs on the new album are brilliant)
lykke li (quite possibly one of the most talented girls out there)
johnny thunders (L.A.M.F. classic)
Richard Hell and the Voidoids (because I never stop listening to the Blank Generation cd)

and if you're like me you'd be getting up to:
trouble at customs
alcohol deliveries
24hr diners
talking to strangers
park hopping
boy scouts
street punks
rhian liking anime porn...
viron having anxiety attacks on 14th street
running around roofs in bathing suits
.....

xo

moving to london

2008-06-25T22:24:00.004-04:00

i am going to london for two weeks in july around the 15th to 29th to look at flats/maybe find the perfect roomie. i'm planning on being settled in late september in london.

right now it would be amazing if anyone knew anyone that could possibly handle living with me. because then that helps me widen my search for a flat for quality and cost.

i'm messy
i have lots of clothing that you will probably want to borrow if you're a girl or a boy
i bake lots of different desserts
i have decent music taste
i can sleep through concerts so if you're noisy i don't really care
i'll take photos of you at you're absolute best, absolute worse
i buy people random trinkets that they'll never need
i'm really good at making decisions and decorating
i love grocery shopping

you must be okay with:

stumbling in at unearthly hours
people coming over
not-so-loud but loud music
having absinthe mondays
and drinking a lot of white wine
people smoking inside (negotiable)

let me know!!

email

marlowetatiana@gmail.com

please send me links to your own personal page/facebook/whatever + why you think we'd get along etc. etc. plus what your budget is like

BISOU