Girl, You So Well Spoken!

after 5 hours of wearing a half-size-too-tight pair of thigh-high pleather platform boots (a pair whose origin, according to my cramped toes, could only have been the deepest, darkest pits of hades) and the most amazing spike-adorned agent provocateur corset (pictures soon to follow), i promptly picked up the fabulous kesh so that we could grace dim mak tuesdays @ cinespace with our presence.

by promptly, i mean to say that it took me 15minutes longer than it should have because i got lost... but don't fret, i recovered quickly!

one devious parking manoeuvre (maneuver...to-may-toe/to-mah-toe/whatever) and two alley-piss pit stops later (it was a TRAGIC EMERGENCY, and if i had a willy, you would not object, so i don't want to hear anything from the peanut gallery please and thank you), we whirled into the club and dancedancedanced the night away! no, literally, we WHIRLED into the club. my feathered earring was flying about and i'm fairly certain that my left breast made at least one or two appearances, because the dance moves that began as soon as we crossed the velvet rope and kissed the bouncers hello caused my american apparel loose crop tee to do it's own thing.

the following pictures only serve to understate the amount of fun we had. but i thought you might enjoy them anyway :) 

xx

[images via thecobrasnake]

Last Sunday night yielded a party that only the gay and the gay at heart would appreciate. Decked out in what was flashy, ridiculous, & "you so different!", LA's strangest swarmed Bar Marmont to gyrate, drink, and vogue to the sounds of DJ Rashida, Janelle Monae, and Taz Arnold. While my very fashionable and very straight male friends didn't enjoy it, me and my girls had a blast! And yes, I did wear a vintage gold lamé romper with shoulderpads, because when Grace Jones is your idol and you've got legs for days, what else would one wear??

Observe:

more to come.... 

Remember that party I blogged about in honor of that non-profit I also blogged about? Well, it has come and gone, but so poignant was the experience that it's still worth an additional blog in hindsight! 

On Wednesday, August 12th, hundreds of people, equal parts intelligent, charitable, and good-looking (come on, this is LA we're talking about!) packed themselves into the notorious Bar Marmont in the name of peace, love, and good music. DJ's mOma and Stimulus spun the night away, all the cool kids wore whistles as symbols of protest against the war in the Congo, and photographers--professional and amateur alike--tried earnestly to capture the night's infectious energy within the lenses of their cameras.

It was a night to remember! If you weren't there, you missed a great time; try to live vicariously through the pictures I've so dutifully attached:

According to Sinclair Bolden, the party's main promoter, this should be a monthly occurrence. That being said, see you in September!

Another day, rising at the @sscrack of dawn, putting my face on, and heading into work...

And I actually don't mind it too much :)

Here's an up to the minute play-by-play:

CG & I were on the phone late last night until his phone died and I was forced to go to sleep :)

I tried waking up @ 3am so I could stream 808's and Heartbreak on Yeezy's blog but SADLY since I had just closed my eyes an hour and a half before, I slept right through the alarm I set for myself... I was gutted. Guess I'll have to wait til Monday like the rest of the world? :(

Woke up @ 5am, ahead of my alarm clock, browsed the blogs, & read an email from CG, sent last night right after his phone died, that made me smile :)

Got dressed, had a bowl of oatmeal w/ rice milk, stepped into the frigid cold for that trek to the bus stop (which somehow seems to get longer the colder it gets...)

Got to work and was greeted by my boss brandishing a $20 bill and demanding that I treat myself and 2 of my coworkers to Starbucks :)

Had an invigorating 3 & a half minute dance break to Dizzee Rascal's "Dance Wiv Me" :)

Ok, now I'm ready for the day