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I had a pretty great end to my weekend. Emm, Tay, and I went to 21 grand to see a noise band i really love- Aa . They are Brooklyn based and finally made a trip out to the West coast. besides the fact that they have gut-melting drumming and fucking trance-like vocals, they are just some dudes doing what they love. They set up in the middle of the room (no stage power-structure bullshit)  and everyone surrounds them as if they were part of the beats.

there are 3 drummers, a rather energetic keyboard/vocals dude, and another vocal dude. I just love them. Support these guys and buy their music. Most of all- go see them live because there is nothing else like Aa.

Pictures and a video from the show are soon to come…

OUTLANDISH!

i have come across possibly the coolest website I have ever seen! It is called Outlandish and showcases a few very different and very interesting photographers and their portfolios. Outlandish houses new Belgium talent to provide them with a space to continue their vision. It’s like an artist retreat.

The site itself is pretty cool too. The opening page has this pixleated sphere in the center. But if you poke around on it (mouse over areas), all the little sections fly about. its real fun!

One of my favorite collections is by is Sarah Van Marcke. She provides a rural/urban juxtapositioning which is always interesting to me. She is a little rough, like maybe her ideas should be thought out and expanded a little more, but she has a great concept of color. Green on green monochromatic heaven is the rest of what i need to say.

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Mortified

This weekend was a great break in routine! Friday after work, my pals and I went into SF to see Mortified live. Mortified is, as my cousin Jaclyn describes, a mix between post-secret and Augusten Burroughs. Yes.

 

In actuality, it is a book compiled of old journal and diary entries from 80’s teen angst, sexual fantasies, religious inquisitions, and desperate means of survival. Needless to say, this stuff is super hilarious, but also a little unsettling due to similarities of personal growing pains.

 

The event was held at the Make-Out Room on 22^nd between Valencia (where all the dirty, sexy young kids hang out) and Market (where there are too many abandoned beautiful old theaters and eye glass stores).

 

The Make-Out Room is decked out in anything and everything glittery and sardonic. Silver streamers whirled from the ceiling, Mardi Gras beads framed the lazy spin of the disco ball, and the walls were lined with dense flower-printed chairs hiked up under Formica end tables- glued to the blue and orange vinyl flooring, and muddied-turquoise love-booths prevented walking room at the front of the bar/performance theater caboosed by a petite dark stage.

 

My favorite journal writer performed there on Friday too (Will Seymore)! It was they guy who wrote about his “Aunt Liza” (Minnelli that is), his unhealthy obsession with the soap opera The Guiding Light, his accidental shop-lifting habit, hatred of all things gym class, and infatuation with lemon bar recipes and salt-dough wreaths.

 

I laughed the whole way through as former geeks, Presbyterian nymphos, and utopian tendencied Goth chicks read their most embarrassing entries, through the competition of “worst teenage poet,” and through bursts of the-best-of-the-best 80’s tunes. I left with pit stains and laugh cramps and can’t wait to go again when they are back next month! Wanna come with?

 

Then on Saturday, we went to see Knocked-Up. Normally I would have been completely put off by this crude title (and the basic premise of the movie), but my boys from Freaks and Geeks

were in it, so I had to see it. I must admit, I laughed way too much and have no regrets on seeing it. There were some questionable areas, but dammit I needed to let loose and I did! Don’t pay $10 for it though- wait till its out on video.

Vivienne Westwood at de Young

this weekend is the last that Vivienne Westwood’s “36 years in fashion” collection will be on exhibit at the de young museum in san francisco’s golden gate park. vivienne westwood

popularized the iconic “punk” fashion of the late 70’s and early 80’s. she incorporated the DIY look into her chicken bone t-shirts,

in her rubber bondage suits and in the incorporation of the scottish tartan:

my favorite (of course) had to be the “siouxsie shoe”
(sorry i couldn’t find a picture, but i swear they fuckin rocked! buckles and rubber. hot).
Vivienne created architecture for the body; with dips and peaks of fabric consistent through her pirate, scottish, corset, and ballgown collections. westwood takes a traditional style and totally fucks it up….but not completely. for instance, she makes a mockery of turn-of-the-century british fashion, by recreating the styles with original tweeds and wools, but she makes the jackets bright and over-sized, and adds crinoline to shorter and shorter skirts, and uses rubber penis buttons to close her shrugs. also, in her ballgown collection she twists tradition just enough- the gowns are gorgeous in their superfluity and not exactly typical- a border westwood enjoys teetering on

while clinging to her ideals of androgyny.

i couldn’t help but think desperately of the music popular during each of her creative explosions, which also lead me to seeing some of my favorite literature characters in some of her outfits . for instance dominique francon from ayn rand’s “the fountainhead” is (hard to describe) a demure woman with an unavoidable attractive casing and passive aggressive sexuality who enjoys emotionally torturing the man she obsesses over and loves. ok, that was the best description i could do for now. but she would wear this:

note the huge darts over each breast. i suddenly found myself in love with dominique, and then with vivienne westwood after walking and reading throughout her exhibit- it’s only stop in the US. i really enjoyed the show because it was different. it was kooky. it was beautifully executed and effortless. i like an experience that evokes thought and brow crinkles.

i decided what to do with my bracelet that is blue

i took her to the hotel utah saloon in SF:
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she met the famous wooden mermaid…
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she had a drink…
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saw some live music…
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and all with good company…
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what is a girl to do with a bracelet that is blue?

a coworker bought me a lovely accessory while boutique hopping in NOLA> a lovely wrap-around bracelet with dark wooden beads, blue glass beads, and these fun little silver shakin bell things. in high school i was covered head-to-toe in jewelry, but i quickly lost most of my outward sparkle, including a piercing i severely miss. this little, well actually it is rather large, bangle makes me wanna go out and jingle! what’s the problem? i have no idea what to do this weekend. I’m not in NOLA, Emily is out of town (when the cat’s away…), and all i have planned is a nerdy day at the Alternative Press Expo (http://www.comic-con.org/ape/) on Saturday.

what to do what to do….Alley? Ruby Room? i need to meet some people. maybe i will go to the library with my noise making bracelet and make some friends…or enemies as it may be…