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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

dear txell miras...

... if you want, you could join me and Rick Owens for a threesome.

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The better part of her FW09 collection. I'm not sure where her fascination with squares came from and what this could mean for the dynamic of our three-way, but Txell, if you're reading this, don't worry, I just finished a paper on (Neo)Pythagoreanism, and if I can handle triangles, squares are cake. If this is your way of suggesting a fourth, I propose Limi Feu.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

hint mag, part I

Dear Rick Owens,
I just wanted to let you know that, if you wanted, I'd let you have me. But only if I get a coat.

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From Hint Magazine's shoot "Streetniks." Hint does some legitimately cool fashion editorials, but cooler still (although somewhat more tiring to look through) are their interactive/multimedia fashion spreads. I looked through a few of them, and I now have some music that I'm off to download. They have an archive of these things going back to the days of 2003 (does anyone even remember 2003? I don't; I was blacked out after like 20 minutes and can't remember a damn thing).

source: hintmag