Icon- Tina Turner

Ever since I heard "Private Dancer" at 7-8, I was hooked. Later, when I heard "River Deep Mountain High" I became a life long fan. A period of obsession with Ike and Tina and the Ikettes(music group) and seeing What's Love Got to Do with It, I was convinced: Dress to the nines, no matter how ragged, tired, sweaty or out of sorts. No matter what...look good, take pride. I admire her ability to survive/thrive through years of abuse, be a mother, be a consummate professional, leave her abuser, all while looking fierce, and... Fuck! She rules. Fearless.




OH and what? She just toured in 2008.

What was That? I Can't Hear You Over My Leather Shorts

Um. Sick. Leather freakin' shorts. Hello! (They're noisy devils) sqeeeeeeeaaak.

Today Was a Good Day

Just got a letter and Project Pat mix CD to bump in my Crown Victoria from Ben. Thank you!

Icon-Lydia Lunch

Lydia in Richard Kern's film "The Right Side of My Brain" got me into so much good poetry and No-Wave. I became obsessed with Lydia and Exene's book Adulterers Anonymous.Their poetry is what inspired me to write. Paradoxia: A Predator's Diary blew me away.I fell in love with Sonic Youth and Death Valley 69 and Harry Crews. Lydia is prolific and crosses genre boundaries as much as she steps over the line of obscenity/foul mouthed anti-status quo lovliness.

As you might have guessed, I'm really into iconoclastic women who keep on creating their whole lives. She's still rock'n'rollin' Damn.

"I will live! And I will live..eh, not necessarily well, but with verve, vigor and a hell of a lot of vinegar." --Lydia Lunch 2008

Lydia-Love 4 EVA.

Why Is this Happeing to Me?

Omijesus. I go to my local Goodwill about once a week. Lately, I don't know what is going on but I'm finding the sickest gear. Today I found a bunch of black dresses and jumpers. I think I've doubled my wardrobe just this month. Goodwill, I remember the days I used to drop 15-20 and be boinged with excitement. Now what? I can't leave without layin' down a hundy? Can't help myself.

Today I found a pair of quintessential patent Gucci pumps with horsebit metal detail. They were a cool $99.99, 10% discount and $10 coupon. Let's just say a cool $80 because my bills are gonna wanna know where that skrilla disappeared to.


And these grey cinch/slouch boot for $9.99.


Here's my other scores this month. (Thanks Sadie for the silver and black pair!)





It's exhausting, huh? S/S 09 I'm ready for you. Hear that? I'm ready, quit it with the snow already. Sheeshles.

Rip Her to Shreds

This shirt/tank style is everywhere (Obesity and Speed/Wang)--shit. I love how tore-up and gauzy the t-shirt knit becomes after tugging and tearing away at it. This is Zana from Garbage Dress who is AMAZING and love her stee-low.


Here's a really basic how-to. Easy-peasey nice and breezy. *think* ripping/running a pair of nylons and there you have it.

1. Find a cheap white t-shirt. Preferably cotton/poly blend. 60/40 or 50/50.



2. Use a seam ripper to take out a tiny thread and pull it, creating a slice 1/4in-3inches long. Then begin to pull, rip and run the material like nylons or pantyhose all the way down.



3. This is the end result. Not that hype on white (too pure)...think I'll dye it black/grey maybe uneven tie-dye (without ties).

Perfect Boots Redux

While back I scoped a pair of boots that were almost what I had in mind for the perfect boot.


Today I found them! Martin Margiela ankle boots with that buckling leather cascading down. Yesyesyes.


I'm going to attempt to recreate these bad boys. Stay tuned.

Two Tone Hair Job

I was going to grow my two tone mess of hair out brown. Or whatever color it is naturally. Fuck knows I haven't seen more than a 1/4 inch in 15 years.

Then I saw this collage this morning and I was like, NO WAY. I'm staying full on dyed/bleach jobs until forevers. Staying true goth-punk style. That picture of the girl kissing Robert Smith (!!!) These peeps are my fashion icons.



Mind you, I wear a hair piece everyday now. Over teasing my lifeless, burned out pathetic hair into a tizzy. I want it big and crazy, and I want it now. I can get this piece looking like a hair hopper's dream cum true. I customized a premade piece by adding bangs.


FYI this is what I'm workin' with folks. I shaved my head in a panic, then rationalized it as my "Obama=Change Haircut". Now it's basically a hot mess and annoying the living daylights outta me.

I Bite You with My Houndstooth

Talk of the blogtown is that Alexander McQueen is either creepy-as-fuck, ala Matthew Barney Cremaster or untouchable brilliance. I want to dry hump the overabundance of houndstooth in his F/W 09 collection. Those houndstooth leggings!


This one's not houndstooth, but I LOVE huge B/W check plaid from Please Dress Up!

Hot Blooded, Check It and See

So much skin, wood and fur. OMGEEEEZus. Hair and makeup by me!