sally cinnamon

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

the downtown community goes to miami.


oh yeah.
oh yeah
OH-WOW

captivation

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

You hit me with a flower

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

bloody mary breakfast busting up the scene

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

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

TROUBLE IN THE PALACE (INTERVIEW)

LET ME TAKE YOU OUT (PHOTOSHOOT)

icing on the cake

this weekend. 

champagne weekend, whatcha gonna get me?

excerpt

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

.

"how could you not?"

you use me like i use you

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

change for the better.

we made you a star

with dust and the dirt under our nails

everything is borrowed

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

i will miss the love,



(from the built in photobooth in the living room)

crimson knees

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.