"Candy is mean as hell when she gets mad! She gonna go buck wild, wired on six Red Bulls and ridin past your house in the night in her Tonka truck!!"

I had my fortune told, that's why I hate cha!

Does this mean hipsters everywhere are in fact dressed as terrorists? Watch out Williamsburg! 

Burn - Dupont



Burn,
sweat,
make your body work
to get wet

"Tall and androgynous, the Baroness, though not beautiful by conventional standards, was impressively statuesque. Well over forty, her masculine body was sinewy and taut, her skin mottled, her hair (when she had hair) was hennaed a beguiling eggplant purple. Square-jawed and strait backed, she had an overbite that lent her face an air of haughty finality, a decisiveness that few could miss.
Every evening at the same hour, it was the Baroness's habit to parade through Washington Square, five leashed dogs in tow, her head half shaved and lacquered a bright vermilion, her face smeared with yellow powder, her lips inky with black lipstick. Often she wore a bolero jacket, a Scottish kilt, a moth eaten fur coat, to which she affixed kewpie dolls, stuffed birds, canceled postage stamps, bottle caps - what lesser sous might have considered detritus.
Daringly inventive with her accessories, sometimes she wore a lit birthday cake atop her head, or a halo of dangling spoons. In summer she donned a birdcage necklace, complete with a live canary; in more inclement weather she preferred the lid of a coal scuttle, strapped under her chin like a helmet. She turned celluloid curtain rings pilfered from a store in passing into an arm's length of clattering bracelets, tea balls into earrings. On the bustle of a certain black dress she liked, she attached a blinking tail light. Once, offering her modeling services to a male painter, she threw open her scarlet raincoat, revealing to be quite naked. Or almost so. Covering her nipples was a makeshift bra made of two tomato cans fastened with a green string around her back. Insistent on her lack of shame, she liked to carry a certain life-size plaster-cast penis she had made, which at opportune moments she would brandish to 'shock old maids.'"

~ All Night Party
The Bohemian Women of Greenwich Village and Harlem, 1913-1930

... well, except rap as my lovely friend B pointed out! We'll leave that genre to the Americans!
I've been listening to this French new wave compilation a lot lately. It is called BIPPP and I thinks it's fabulous!!

I never posted these before but for my own amusement here they are!


James has clearly offended me with his offer of tea without booze!

( Really, he does have a snazzy pad! )

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR tonight kiddies!

Come hang out with us wacky cats and we'll try not to flash you :)

Yeah, it's been 40 years but that one horse town is still the same!

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