the new wave knitting circle

i hosted the innaugual babes of blogtown blogfest last night, over here in the west village. lady elizabeth and lovely kat
were on hand to dish out one liners and dig into fine cheeses. the evening was sponsored by barefoot wine [which turns out to be the official wine of pro beach volleyball 2007] and we indulged like pro's indeed. these fine females are not only uber bloggers but fantastically styled portable awesomeness. [perfectly torn tights and japanese edition keds and epic chains and miu miu strap additions were on display] topics ranged from professional blogging pitches to boulder police let off's to madhatter men to shopaholic tendencies with a side of family synopsis and pop culture intrigue.

some minutes from the meeting:
"his brain is a fragmented fucking spiderweb of freaktown."-white lightning

"i'm gonna blog all over myself"-the enthusiast

"i was drunk and scared."-besosyfotos about why i didn't learn spanish while living in spain back in '03.

"oh, i thought you said you were waiting for me. but you said you got some lil'wayne for me"-the enthusiast to ADF studio

for all of you who couldn't make it..it's in your bestest badass interest to come next time...not so much for blogging purposes but for exchanging on the realz. see elizabeth's post for her take on the fine fiesta.

p.s. props to white lightning for a fantastic besosyfotos screensaver and a cluttered desktop, as it reminds me of our continually proven alignment.
xL

bad hair day

only in LA

see brendan donnelly's shout out here.

existential

i hope you

sir john lennon

almost famous blogging bestE's

just goes to show, anything can happen on a cold day in venice.

p.s. most douchE text i ever wrote.
"not gonna make it to sushi bro. i'm getting tatooed in venice beach."

asstastic

the standard view sponsored by american apparel sexuality

font fantastic

dome piece

featuring suzeQ
shot at the
griffith park observatory

los angeles twats

punk bar and piercing.
yowza.

for white lightning

i give you the virtual version. i got it for you in los angeles.

floored at the standard

bitches brew

sari and katharine and jeanie and cedez. sassy lower east side stroll.

thao vs. she and him

no contest.
the vibrant lead singer of thao + the get up to get downs won our collective heart [turner, elizabeth and i got major girl crushy on her]. the headbanging and beat boxing blew our minds and aside from the brown cowboy boots she was perfectly divine. energetic and fun and all cute rocker chick. [in her typical fashion turnski looked at her with her career cap on.. the aforementioned boots prompted turner to decide that our lady thao is in need of some style assistance from a professional. as a fellow viet-hottie, she thinks it only makes sense they work together- i support her in this endevour, if for no other reason than, we all want to be friends with her.]

in the other ring. on the same stage..she+him, the sweet faced ms.zooey deschanel and the mellow man, m.ward, and they were unbelievably BORING!!! beautiful and talented but like an uncooked weiner at a bar b Q with no charcaol or a zippo with no lighter fluid. kind of useless. i guess this is a band that is best listened to on headphones or in a car. where you don't have to look at her, awkwardly not moving to the music while belting out slightly sissy tunes.
now to be fair turner and i did leave the show halfway through [that's how much we couldn't take it], so it's possible she got more stage presence..doubtful.
m. ward is really impressive. he's got skills. she's got the bod and the voice. they are both more than almost famous. but she+he are not for me.

mariachi y mojitos

claire and adam