///THEORY///

Each year I seem to decrease the extent of my wardrobe by one color, & eventually I'll solely be dealing with achromatic schemes. That's just the tendency I wish to inch toward because I don't feel that fluorescent green spandex is a staple in a semi-maturing female's closet, but others' opinions may differ. I never thought I'd be such a fan of simplicity (considering my randomly-thrown-together-clashing-colors&patterns-candy-raver-ish history), but the moment Olivier Theyskens started working with Theory in 2010, his creations flipped a switch in my mind - simple designs with complex tailoring & the most unique, discreet details. They are basics with the thoughtfulness of couture injected into them, thus more fashionable yet still very versatile. The pre-fall 2012 collection consists of black on black on black with florals thrown in sparingly, within a balanced mix of dresses of varied lengths & pants from heavy to hot - precisely what I like. The casual, candid rebel attitude of the photographs makes the collection appeal to me even more, as well as the fact that he chose swedish Elsa Sylvan to model it, fiercely but softly. It is all very Elin Kling to me, which is actually. just. perfect.
/end of generic runway review.

Television photographs by Lee Friedlander. Walking photographs by Lisette Model.

///HALLOW///

I hope an over-a-month late Halloween recap isn't too irrelevant. It was my first Halloween in Vegas as well as my first time sober in Vegas. I found out it's not as crazy as I remembered (or didn't remember), & it's more about the food than the partying now which defeats the purpose of all pre-Vegas dieting. Jacq & I went as whores of sorts, making me wish corsets were still a staple in a lady's daily attire despite my not being able to fill even an extra-small. As for heels, they're fucking unbearable when you're not drunk & high, especially at huge-ass Marquee which requires the perseverance of a long distance runwayer to tour the entire venue & the nonchalance of a sedated passive-aggressive to tolerate the rowdy inebriated & the overly-friendly ecstasy'd. Marquee sits in the Cosmopolitan, which is where we got a room with theee best view & theee best bathroom-to-wardrobe flow.

photographs by timothy laws & i.

///MIDNIGHT///

I am not a chef. Which explains my photographic successes of dishes that are in actual fact culinary failures. Inspired by late night starvation (not an unusual occurrence), this burger was a dream in concept but sadly not in result: a beef patty topped with brie & cherry jam on a telera roll--totally undercooked. Chuck, however, is quite the chef. Which explains his keen volunteering to make bomb-ass midnight snacks while I'm busy studying on the opposite end of the loft. Inspired by Jose Andres' twenty vegetable fried rice, I was treated to a less intense but (I'm convinced) just as tasty version with ingredients consisting of green beans, bell peppers, zucchini, carrots, cherry tomatoes, cabbage, onion, garlic, & of course egg & rice.

///MEMOIR///

& all the memories of the pubs
& the clubs & the drugs & the tubs
we shared together
stay with me forever
but all the highs & the lows
& the to's & the fro's
they left me dizzy
say you'll forgive me
i no longer hear the music

///LACMA///

Last month I'd apparently forgotten one of my art history classes was an eight-week rather than sixteen-week course, & shortly before the final exam the sudden remembrance of a final project winded me. I pondered what extra credit assignments I could embark on to ensure a pleasing grade despite my last minute fate. Out of panic, I ended up visiting both CAFAM & LACMA which both lie on Wilshire just a few minutes' walk betwixt. Thanks to this class I now know about cute, dainty, little CAFAM & its gently psychedelic shop which literally boasts the very trinkets you've always wanted from all the places you've never been. As for LACMA, this trip revealed the museum in an entirely different light than past visits. Usually I'd just go & pay to see short-term exhibits of modern artists. This time I went to spend some time in the permanent, ancient art wings, free of cost. Concentrating on Ancient Near East, Egyptian, Greek, Roman, & Etruscan, whose artworks were impressive in quantity & quality alike, I easily stayed for a good four hours. The extra credit however was not in the extended length stayed nor in the fuckload of photographs taken but rather in the papers written surveying museum experiences as related to the class.

photographs by timothy laws & i

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