mexico

glitter, paint, trash, blood and death, music and grease.

me encanta.

back in california in three days with a shockload of photos and videos.

i cant trust you

is there nothing that an art day and this cant cure?


and shes back.

listen to the words she said.

Today i felt the overwhelming urge to write in my notebook...
Overwhelmed.. is what I've been feeling since I've stepped back in this town.




had dinner at the island and it was good to be home..

I see this everywhere



but today I think I needed some stillness, I sat in the sun, and wrote in my journal... I sat on a bus, a curb, a cafe, and a fireplace and scribbled all the thoughts that have been giving me a headache.

My mother always said to listen to my heart.
So why am I trying to sort my mind?

c'est une androide?

Im in marin county california....

On the plane from philly I slept wrapped up in my cardigan, legs rolling off the seat, clutching Patty Smith's memoirs to my chest akin to a security blanket... The stewardess said " Oh my you are so tiny" and the girl in the row of seats in front of mine turned to me and said "lets cross our fingers that we get these rows to ourselves!!" she asked me questions about my trip and commented naturally as if we were traveling sisters... and then this blonde woman with a serious bun sat next to her and she turned to her and repeated all her questions and comments and gasps to the woman..

I felt discarded and amused.... who was this oranged hair small talk slut?
the fog on top of the hills looks like whipped cream...



I took this photo at the flea market in paris..



I should also mention that having a stuffy nose is the sex. thats really a look i plan on exploiting...