let the wolves howl at the moon

I like fishless sushi, and rugs that remind me of New Mexico. The shelves in my bedroom are packed with precious things. Sugar cubes from tea with my mother, favourite books, carved wooden boxes, pictures in frames of old friends and me when I was small, a Japanese soda bottle, and an abalone shell full of jewelery. I have one night to write a fairy tale. 

how did we make it this far?

Our house is always cold, and my room has become a minefield of undeveloped thoughts. Last night, before I fell into restless sleep I had an idea that human beings were like topographical maps. It was a good thought, but the problem is that I can't remember how they were like topographic maps. I will always be mistaken for being younger than I actually am. 

nothing can stop us now.

patti smith & robert mapplethorpe

Robert and I were always ourselves, 'til the day he died. We were just exactly as we were when we met. And we loved each other. Everybody wants to define each everything. Is it necessary to define love? 

that feeling I think we all get, sometimes.

Not Perfect, by Tim Minchin. Such madness & such beauty.
I love it.

favourite editorials

I like the kind of fashion editorial that takes a chance and mixes the marvelously ethereal with the bizarre. It's better if it looks like a circus. These photographs are strange and fantastic (all of my favourite words!) and they tell stories. I like that. 

hot fun in the summertime.

While creating a mixtape of music for driving, there should always be music with harmonies (the Roches), classic rock (the Rolling Stones), songs that make you wriggle-dance in your seat (M.I.A), songs you used to listen to all the time and identify with emotionally (The Beatles), eighties hair metal (Guns 'N Roses).... It should be feel-good, feel-bad, heartbroken, and ecstatic. So that the drive is literally and figuratively a journey (don't forget Don't Stop Believin'). And it makes the final destination all the more beautiful.