duh.

The Twigster

Okay, so I understand that Twiggy gets a lot of crap for influencing so many adolescent girls to become anorexic. I also believe that she (and her little supermodel entourage) are to blame for changing the way supermodels look, and (unintentionally) promoting that uber skinny, "I wouldn't touch a cheeseburger with a ten foot pole, but if I did, you better guarantee I'd throw it up in a heartbeat" sort of persona. 

But, whatever. I still think she was an amazing supermodel. And I love that bitch's style- the babydoll dresses, the mod influence- I would love to be able to pull off a look like Twiggy's. And, something about those doe eyes and flirty eyelashes really snag a person's attention. Here are a few my faves.. 

Bondage 101!!

Project Cutesy-ness

I have a mild obsession with classy, vintage photos. In fact, I have an entire folder on my computer filled solely with tasteful, cutesy photos. I could have a field day creating post after post of adorable pictures. But, since I made a promise to myself to actually post more, I try not to bore you with 2083290382 pictures of... cutesy-ness (then again, who could oppose to seeing pictures of scantily clad, super adorable chicks?) 

Maybe I'll allow myself to post one each day. Yes, yes, there we have it- a cutesy/classy/adorable/tasteful featured pic of the day.

With that being said, here's today's- a cute lil' Indian chick with an adorable pose. And, we're done.

 

summer lovin'

Today it is hot out. Very, very hot out. Rather than bitch and complain about the weather, as I often do (and don't we all), I am actually fucking loving every minute of it. I definitely am a sunshine kinda girl and fully intend on owning multiple houses in tropical-esque lands, including but not limited to Hawaii (you were expecting something more obscure, I bet, but remember, this is just one of the many houses I plan to acquire).

Check out these lovely kittens taken from a 1977 issue of McCall's magazine. Sooo adorable. Sooo fun! I die to be a part of this girly fun. Courtesy of Blue Velvet Vintage.

Ode to Genesis (not a religious reference)

Genesis. Like so many other classic rock bands, I grew up listening to these guys. My parents even went to a Genesis concert for their first date- I believe it was the Trick of the Tail tour (or was it Lamb Lies Down on Broadway? I'll have to ask my Mom about that one) :-D

For the record, I am way, way, way  bigger a fan of early Genesis...but these late-era Genesis songs are undeniably fabulous as well.

And, well goodness gracious, the I Can't Dance video? I remember my Mom, sisters, and I imitating their super cheesy dance moves. Yeah, that's right. We rocked it. LOVE!!

The Genesis era I'm really all-the-fuck about, despite the videos that follow below (circa '73?)

                          

                                <3                  

 

                                          xo   

roots

I find this picture really sexy in a fucked-up, not-really-sexual-at-all way. Also, the source of this photo says that it is Black Flag, but I'm having a difficult time recognizing anyone. If anyone can confirm or deny said third source information, comment please!

 Ok, I just have  say- Raybeez, I really wish you didn't look like my ex-boyfriend

 

<3

boy crazy bullshit

You know, I'm really not happy with the way my crushes on English musicians have been turning out. About a year ago, I decided to make it my mission to make Matthew Bellamy fall in love with me and end up my, ermmm.. second or third husband. Then I find out he's dating that classy bitch, Kate Hudson, and I'm like, okay, this sucks, but I can deal with it. Let them have their fun. Then I find out that they're having a baby together. So then I'm like, well, this blows too- but mainly because I never imagined my future husband to have a baby with another girl. Then they got engaged, and, sigh, okay, fine, I'll give up on that mission. He's not hot anyway (that's right, I actually care about people's personalities more than looks people, I'm not as shallow as you might think)!

But let's go way back to my first crazy crush of an English musician- Damon Albarn. Love this man. Just love, love, love this man. I've had a crush on this cutie patootie since I was introduced to Blur when I was just a sad, pathetic, angry teenage wrist cutter (okay, that part I equally blame on hormones and Billy Corgan's depressing, angsty, "fuck the world" lyrics of The Smashing Pumpkins fame). I'm not even really a huge fan of Gorillaz- I just love Damon for who he is. See!?- true love. Now, if only I could break up him and his artsy little girlfriend, Suzi Winstanley, life would be grand. 

Too bad they have a little one too, named Missy Violet (I know, how cute is that). Also too bad that Missy isn't really little at all- in fact, she's 11 years old.

Fuck. Okay, who's the next best English pop rock front man I can snag? And don't say Jarvis Cocker, the singer of Pulp- he's totally not my style. Too nerdy, rugged, "intellectual" looking. I want a hot Brit with a sexy accent. Oh- an Aussie boy is acceptable too :-) 

 Yes, I posted this video. You know the song. You loved it, you couldn't get enough of it, then you were so sick of it being played repeatedly on the radio. Fuck it. I love this song and Damon looks hot as all hell <3  

 

My friend says that you could easily make these with glue, a broken mirror, and a pair of black stilettos. 

Well, I'm too lazy to try. But I encourage you to! My birthday? JUNE 10- it's coming up! ;-D

Also, I have an amazing idea for a blog entry later. I am determined to write it tonight! Crossing fingers. It has been too long.