Here dear. Let’s string you up. Wheel out the air conditionning for us. Cool air and hot tea, buddy. Be dragooning soon, rolling droll to the moon for ice cream cake.

(can’t remember how exactly those images ended up on my desktop)

yesterday I attended to the “concert” Rick Ross gave at local club “L’Amnesia”. I wish there was a lot to say about it, but there isn’t. Great music.

http://myths101.tumblr.com/post/1136172865/this-is-the-woman-leda-and-zeus-when-he-changed
says:

This is the woman Leda and Zeus when he changed into a swan. Zeus, thinking Leda was beautiful turned himself into a swan, knowing Leda was faithful to her husband and wouldn’t cheat on him with a human looking person… Anyway, Leda gave birth to two eggs, both of which had two babies in them. One with two girls, one with two boys. One of the girls and one of the boys were Zeus’ kids, while the other two were her husband’s. Guess who Zeus’ daughter was? Helen!

In the picture below, Bella (left), Aaron Schuster (middle) and David Levine (right).

A: Why on earth did you eat that ten dollar bill? It can’t have tasted nice.

B: Don’t be gruff. Anything that falls on the floor is mine. Can I have a cookie now to change my mouth lining flavor? Can I? Can I?

A: What does it mean to be runt of the litter?

B: Stomped on lowest rung. Everyday fear-bath, nonstop bow-down. Wreathed in terror-reek that broadcasts you are last of the last. I don’t like to talk about this stuff…

A: OK. I just gave you a bath. Then you went and rolled in manure.

B: Will you barbeque soon? Will you let me lick the grill when it cools?

A: No, really. How come I get you all nice and clean and you immediately roll in something stinky?

B: Humans don’t get true grooming, which only takes place using the tongue. Toothpaste, mouthwash, and deodorant are what’s “stinky.” Soap’s revolting. Terrible invention. Why have it in your lamplit, carpeted, doorlocked lair? Dung is informative, complex—full of news flashes from the body’s interior. Shit’s an encyclopedia, volumes of urgent correspondence your organs wrote if only you knew how to read. What’s learnt from smelling shampoo? It just causes sneezing, erases articulate fumes. Bulldozes olfactory signposts. Washing is book burning.

A: How come you chew window blinds during thunderstorms?

B: Must break hard things with teeth—bite/ crunch/ tear when scared. Need escape hatch fast. Eat my way out.

A: Well, that makes a certain sort of sense. But why did you roll in the carcass of that dead seal when we took you to the beach at Morro Bay?

B: To transfer ghost-cloak of invisibility, silly. Death-smell lends protection. Winner of ripest warm day decay contest is not challenged by pack peers—billowing putrefaction blasts inspire respect and great kill-pride! Meat rot bouquet is prey-smell’s best medal. What don’t you understand in that?

A: Hmmm. And what motivated you to eat that postcard from Alex and chew up several of my Catholic saint statuettes?

B: Doesn’t make a lick of sense to me. THERE’S THE CAT! GET HIM! (races out of room.)

Text by Amy Gerstler
Image by Vivian Rehberg

How could Sweden-based stylist/rude girl Decida coax my stubborn little black heart into loving her even more?
Hmm, what about designing Robyn’s stage outfits on her world tour? One leather-harnessed varsity jacket later, and I’m head over heels for the whole shebang.
Personally, I think it’s something in the air over in Scandinavia. They absorb b-boy culture, add a dash of ‘American Psycho,’ build their own platform Timbaland boots, slap it on the internet and I’m just crazy in love with the end result!

David Lynch is my hero. Not an emotional idol for me. Just a guy who gets it right on all level. Even when he’s wrong.

David Lynch lecture in Berlin turns into chaos from Raja Lynch on Vimeo.