FROSTING

FASHION TRIBES

LIFE IN GENERAL ...

CALL ME ...

STALK YOU

Taylor Momsen

I dig her .. alot!

Maybe its the fact shes always wearing lingerie out and you know I can't resist a good pair of thigh high stalkings!

LEG WORK

MERMAID

KISS ME DEADLY

CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG

GUN LOVE

TRUTH

THE CASSETTE SOCIETY

I'm not sure how I feel about the name they've chosen for there line .. but the line itself rocks. I will own all these looks especially the fringe dress .. love love!

85 IN OCTOBER

TAVIK Swimwear

The 80's inspired line finally hits stores January 2010 .. can't wait!

If I was a Fairy ...

FEELING CHEEKY

The Santa Anas

White Oleander by Janet Finch

The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only the oleanders thrived, their delicate poisonous blooms, their dagger green leaves. We could not sleep in the hot dry nights, my mother and I. I woke up at midnight to find her bed empty. I climbed to the roof and easily spotted her blond hair like a white flame in the light of the three-quarter moon.

"Oleander time," she said. "Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind." She held up her large hand and spread the fingers, let the wind trace itself through. My mother was not herself in the time of the Santa Anas. I was twelve years old and I was afraid for her. I wished things were back the way they had been, that Barry was here, that the wind would stop blowing. "You should get some sleep," I offered. "I never sleep," she said.

I sat next to her, and we stared out at the city that hummed and glittered like a computer chip deep in some unknowable machine, holding its secret like a poker hand. The edge of her white kimono flapped open in the wind and I could see her breast, low and full. Her beauty was like the edge of a very sharp knife.

I rested my head on her leg. She smelled like violets. "We are the wands," she said. "We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental."

DESERT AIR

I'm craving some Palm Springs sunshine ..

90 degree weather in October and less than 2 hours from LA.

I want to wear oversized hats and bake in the sun, while smoking vanilla cigarrettes and drinking mojitos.

Perfection.

OH GURRRL ..

Miss Fox

I'm not even ashamed to say it .. I have a total girl crush on her!

A Moonlight Fable

There was no darkness in the world ...

... but only warm, mysterious shadows; and all the leaves and spikes were edged and lined with iridescent jewels of dew. The night was warmer than any night had ever been, the heavens by some miracle at once vaster and nearer, and spite of the great ivory-tinted moon that ruled the world, the sky was full of stars.- HG Wells