it's hard to choose coasts when they really appeal to your bipolar desires.

east coast: the great katsby: katie clements
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west coast: biker babe: magdalena wosinska





















love these two lady leos.
+they just met and loved each other...

fyi-i never had any leo lasses in my life until a few years ago+as it turns out i've really acquired a beautiful collection in a short span of time;)

it's all happening...just like molasses.

the second to last stage of my painting studio set up is nearly complete..this step was inspired by my new unit-this amazing dentist cabinet that was waiting for me at junk the other day (months ago actually). i have organized all my pens, sharpies, pastels, scissors, colored pencils, stencils, tape, india ink--basically a wide range of painting jazz in one perfectly proportioned unit!

+by the by the collection/consumption project installation is getting pretty intense.

i never really understood the physics of your eye turing the world upside down. [single lens relflex.]

my grandfather, who i called bop pop, passed away this summer. he was many things i will never be- a doctor, a republican, a captain on the water, a hunter, a frequent flyer on the concorde, a kinda mean person, +a member to many clubs ....but he was two things that i can so deeply relate to on a daily basis..: he was a dapper dan and a shopaholic.

as a dapper dan-he taught me about-the delights of unexpected bright colored socks, the fit of hand made saville row suits, the appeal of thick round rimmed glasses, the idea of accessories or print as an accent that pulls it all into the next level, the class (+point) of a delicious gin martini....

as a shopaholic...well, he didn't actually teach me this. (he wasn't really generous actually.) but i believe that, like martini's, the shopaholic blood runs through me. i collect and want so many things-clothes, trinkets, jewelry, +well-as those who really know-pretty much everything..

i mention this because of this tiny alligator in a hand made sailor suit, a real one, in a jar.
i just found this old iphone as i was cleaning out my iphoto (i'm up to july 2009 finally! i love my 4 terabyte drive by the way) taken at his house in georgia a year and a half ago.
mostly you might think..wait, wtf?! why on earth would you buy this? why would you make this? where do you get such a tiny well dressed alligator? and wow, that's ridiculous.

i'll tell you why, he bought this because he was a shopaholic and a compulsive collector.
i can relate to that.
the point of this story is to let you know that i reallyreallyreally hope to inherit this teensy taxidermied alligator....
+guess what!? i might just get to cause as my mom says, "nobody but you would want that but you."

so RIP bop pop i hope you have your martini, hinkley+huntsman suits up there.
in honor of your passing, i'm going to start getting rid of things this fall. cause frankly, i don't need this much stuff+c'mon, i need to make room for this mini gator sailor.
p.s. taz, i'm going to try to start channeling your minimalist ways more, i swear...at least when it comes to packing..