365 pounds heavy. 365 pounds of days that rest their weight

foreshortened symmetry
of two destine to wrestle
made to disappear with bated breath.
waiting for the scale to tip, waiting for my issuant of compromise,
slowly counting
down the hours' minutes' seconds of our final exhaust.
when tumbleweeds resemble the tangents of a life once lived,
we'll walk in the long shadows of buildings never built,
we'll talk of times past, we'll satisfy the bleak landscapes
with dreams of lust and luster
when water was a wealth not a want.

so much SEXIE!

with so much sexie in the world, my heart grows big. i must share. i love the coming of fall and september is just a prelude to a tease of what we call fall here in the great place of utah. also, fall isn't so glamourous here because fall fashion seems to fall by the way side, in part because of the short season and also because of malls, sandy, and well, let's face it - we're in salt lake city. perhaps you are not and for that may your fortunes of fashion be brighter than mine. in any case, here is what i am looking forward to dreaming about having/wanting/wearing/measily replicating with my terrible seamstressnotness:


jen kao: click here
jen kao's debut fall line is amazing. it's rich, full, it's airy, feminine, masculine, the embodiment of what should be happening right now....ok - so i'm not a fan of the MJ jacket - other than that, i'm sold.



hemistone: click here
holy shit - how cool is their little menu graphic. . . earthy, cold, bundled, fall perfect.

ok. so, i'm a little overwhelmed by these two collections. other things that overwhelm me, in that weird i-don't-know-if-i'm-liking-what's-going-on-here sort of feeling:

purple
grey
high-rise skinny wide leg peg leg bleh
art school
graphic tees
mother fuckers

goddamn instincts

i take much better photos of you,
much more than your self portraits could prove.
but who is there to take all of my glorious portraits?
i'm left with nothing but my own perspective, my own bias, my own. mine. me.
i'm selfish. i'm wasted. i'm convoluted and contrite. i'm sorry and there is nothing i can do about it.
this one is for you, but you don't seem to know much about yourself anyway. so, i'll go on, live my life wrapped around your insecurites - like a moth to the light. like the flipping of tabloids at the check stand. we live in this age and we shall die because of it.