the triple heart

2011-10-19T17:21:00.001-07:00

invite

2011-10-12T21:10:00.001-07:00

Why Today is a Good Day.

2011-07-29T14:35:00.000-07:00

There are many reasons why today, July 29th, is a good day, and I like to make lists, (which will make me feel even better) so here they are:

1. I just turned on KCRW's online live music stream and a super (hate to say it, but it is) awesome song came on. I can't help but bob my head as I sit and type. Enjoy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1CaN4thI5w
2. I turned in fantastic coverage for a job I really want that I have a great chance at getting. I still might not get it, but that's OK. I feel good regardless. I found out on another job I am probably not getting, but a very deserving person is, so that's good news anyway.
3. I discovered the truly amazing taste of an iced soy latte. I had a latte hot so far in my newly found taste for coffee. Wow is an iced one a great drink! Every sip I took gave me those same feelings as Christmas morning when you are 7 years old. This is a surprise, this is thrilling, this is delicious, now THIS is happiness. In reality this is probably a bad thing because before I could rationalize drinking straight coffee since there are no calories, but I fear now my body will pay the price of my mouths lust, as it always does.
4. Along with drinking coffee comes my new ability to have a reason to sit at a coffee shop. Yes I could sit there and do nothing, or maybe buy an expensive Naked Juice, but it's just not the same. Now I feel a part of a new culture, I feel cool, I am a coffee drinker and I like to read things/write things/play on my phone while I slowly sip this drink! I am always most inspired and feel most connected to my thoughts while I sit during my lunch breaks outside of Starbucks and take in the gorgeous California weather.
5. I have recently fallin' back in love with reading magazines. I read every word printed from cover to cover, and I go slowly so it's lasts for days. Today I read about the editors favorite beauty products and I of course I want them all.
6. I am eating at Birds tonight. Enuf said.
7. I swallowed some of my pride and am truly trying to grow as a person and curb my jealousy. That's a big one. I will get mine one day, but for now I can take others accomplishments as hope.

The Most Important one
8. I helped a 91 year old woman with her grocery's today. Even in my ridiculously tall shoes, I walked a few blocks out of my way to help her, and those few minutes touched me in many ways. I feel like this was one of those weird coincidental "Amelie" moments, where a stranger comes out of nowhere and somehow tell you everything you've needed to hear. It's somehow so much more meaningful because it's not someone you know, telling you what you need to hear because they want to make you feel better and know you need to hear it. This woman just spoke to me because she wanted to, unsolicited, with no future gain.

First she was so grateful for the help she told me my parents should be proud of me. Then she repeatedly called me an Angel. So simple and silly, but it made my eyes well.
Then we started talking about her. She's from Prague, but moved after WWII because she didn't want to live under a communist regime. So she lived in Paris and London, where she tried to "find herself". She told me how chauvinistic Parisian's are, how she could trust English men, and how she could never get a job as a foreigner so she came to America, the land of opportunity, and got a job the day she stepped off the boat. What history!
And lastly, though more of a somber topic, she told me to cherish every moment I have. She talked about what it's like being old and how everything falls apart and how miserable it really is, so I should live every moment I have now and take advantage of being young. I tried to tell her she is quite with it for a 91 year old, but she insisted "Will you remember what she said? It's good advice! It's the best when you're young so use it while you can."

I haven't been living that way lately, but I will. And the first implementation of this - I am going to become a heel person again. Short LA men be damned!

Today I am sure will continue to be a fabulous day.

2011-07-12T15:22:00.000-07:00

There are so many things I feel like I am not doing right now... I need to start doing things again.

I need to get the word mediocrity out of my head!

24... the year I started aging

2011-06-29T18:39:00.000-07:00

24 was an interesting year, kinda, had a lot of ups and downs, maybe a little more down... but it's biggest bad was my realization that yes - in fact - I am starting to age. World, I am getting old. You would think that at such a tender age I should be wonderfully young and relatively stress free, not that I am losing my beauty at an alarming fast rate.

My first moment of "...ummmm what???" was when I started continually plucking out white eyebrow hairs. You mean platinum blond hairs, you say? NO, I mean stark raving mad WHITE. What is that about!? I am not sure if I have white hairs on my head, but when I told my mom this upsetting news she goes "I have those too!" So I go "But MOM I am 24... you are 53!" Her response to this was the best:

"I think white hair is interesting, you can become one of those cool looking white haired people in a few years. It's a great look, happened to your aunt when she was 30."

... GREAT! I AM GOING TO BE AN AWESOME WHITE HAIRED 30 YEAR OLD! JUST WHAT ALL THE MEN WANT!

My next sad feeling of "Oh Jesus, not me!" was the moment I felt - inherently in my bones, my being, or really my skin - that I now... Gosh I can't even say it without nearly falling into tears. Deep breathe. (Beat.) I now. must. shower. everyday!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Okay okay, so I don't have to wash my hair everyday, God forbid!, but I have to absolutely must wash my body. Like ALL the time! I mean I should have known things were changing when I actually had to shower after working out (nope I never did before the age of 22!) but I really didn't think I would feel gross all day long if it had been only a mere 24 hours since I last showered.

Our parents always warn us about how depressing it is to be old, and all the miserable things that start to happen, but as a kid it always sounded nice. Like oh to be financially stable, no longer be dating, and not have to worry about your beauty! Who cares after you have kids right?? But now I get it.

I am now 25 and can only imagine what this year has in store for me. Am I suddenly going to have frail bones? Will my hands become brittle and craggly? Not my hands, please don't take my soft sweet hands!

So here's to you 23! I never appreciated you before, but now Oh God how I do!

glitter!

2011-04-20T10:49:00.000-07:00

From gifs

The butchiest of them all

2011-01-24T12:47:00.000-08:00

There is a competition in our house, started by my La Roux loving roommate Nathalie, to see who get's 'the butch one' title amongst our group of friends. It's not a title I ever thought I would vye for, but tired of hearing about how un-feminine my ultra girly roommate is, I challenged her.

And that is how I, Kate Gill, fixed the frame of our couch, and became BUTCH.

One side of our couch's frame broke after our outlandish New Years party, and so I decided to salvage the broken beast and fix her.

I went to the lumber yard and bought the strongest wood known to man, which is Oak, in case you didn't know. Then I went home, and after visualizing how I could fix it, I pulled out my power tools. I have been waiting to use these power tools in an impressive way for years, and I finally got to.

(My handy Marylin Monroe measuring tape. Butch girls can still have a fashion icon.)

I had to learn how to use my power hand saw, so I read the directions and inserted the blade. Will you look at that edge? Sparkling, just waiting for me to cut some shit with it. Yeah I curse now, I'm thinking about taking up spitting too.

You can't do good man work without a good flannel. Luckily the hipster revival of flannel ensured my already owning one.

After measuring out the piece of wood I'd need, I went outside and began to saw. No I didn't have goggles, or a proper table, but I think I did well considering. Yep those are my house slippers. LL Bean house slippers for tough chicks who don't like dirty f-e-e-t.

The power I felt, the destruction i had in my hands, unparalleled. I recommend power saws for everyone in a race to butchdom. You start to feel for real.

After successfully cutting my oak wood, the strongest, I went inside to nail it into the existing broken frame.

With my power hammer in hand, this was bizarrely easy. Nails in, done.

Posin'!

Unfortunately, the unbroken side of the couch was not so easy to nail...

I'm not that butch yet! That's Josh. Unfortunately, after many bent nails, and a weak and tender hand, I needed someone else to try and force this oak on this faulty couch.

Luckily, he succeeded (though not without a struggle). He only did two nails though, it doesn't take anything away from me.

Do you see the genius of my design? Recreate the frame that was broken, for ensured support of all future fat asses that sit on this resuscitated couch. Once I got my elbow on the frame, all that was left was some more power sawin'.

BOOM, completed! And that my friends, is how I took the beer helmet off of Nathalie's head and became the number one Butch of the Cat Mansion. I celebrated by not shaving my legs before work, slappin' random chicks asses, and killing kittens. You know, how the butch roll.

B.O.N.I.Z.H.E.A.R.T.

2010-12-14T11:28:00.000-08:00

The day has finally arrived! My first music video for the band BIG WHUP.

enjoy. and check out my new website here!

PS. The title is actually B.O.N.I.Z.H.E.A.R.T. <3 <3 <3 - but for some reason every post I have tried to make on blogger, youtube etc won't let me use the heart emoticon. Odd right?

Hipster Asian Babies

2010-11-09T11:34:00.000-08:00

I have a theory that Asian Women make the best, coolest, and most authentic (aka convincing) hipsters in the land of hipsterdom, USA. But now I know they could get cooler, by having these adorable Asian Hipster babies. It's my dream to have a little boy with that smile and pizazz of the one on the right specifically.

PS
I keep typing hipster as hopster. That is fun. I think I prefer to be a hopster. DEFINED: a trendy and well fashioned young LA person with an extra hop in their step. Not to be confused with it's cousin hipster, who has a colder disposition, and a boring walk.

New Photos

2010-11-03T00:39:00.000-07:00

My New Adrogonous Style

2010-11-02T14:55:00.001-07:00

Lately, I have had a strong desire to dress androgynous. Not to be confused with "Butch" of course, as I find the desire for androgyny to be a more fashionable look. Anyway, lately I have been buying more pants, I have a pair of trouser shoes I can't live without, and I have rather masculine black lace up boots I will pair with anything feminine. I find it a fun thing to strive for and experiment with, and it's particularly great when wearing all the old men's button up shirts I have as I can let my gut hang out about town. But yes I say all this with just recently purchasing solid glitter flats. So the same ol' Kate is still kickin' in sparkly shoes.

Anyway, Garance Dore in these photos pretty much perfects exactly what I am feeling right now in her clothes. She does it with such grace, yet it's so sexy.

Halloween 2010

2010-10-29T15:57:00.001-07:00

i'm a zebra.

Tittle Your Signature.

2010-10-25T18:14:00.000-07:00

Disney face. Maybe my best yet?

2010-10-21T14:46:00.000-07:00

This is my dream look. Love the hair color, the pale skin, the red. Yet, I want to dye my hair darker, like this...

Halloween season!

2010-10-06T12:14:00.000-07:00

For the Halloween Weho parade?

Masked

2010-10-04T14:41:00.001-07:00

A Party like this needs to be in my near future.

Neon is always goodlooking

2010-09-30T18:32:00.000-07:00

The Shel Silverstein for Horny Teens

2010-09-29T17:21:00.000-07:00

I'm The Shel Silverstein for Horny Teens
Some people would call me green,
but that's better than being mean,
but definitely keep this away from your pre-pubescent tweens.

I like to rhyme, and I seem to do it all the time
about girls, about boys, and even vibrating toys!
No this isn't white noise,
i think I have some poise.

And my name is kate,
which is fucking great,
because I get to rhyme with date, and mate,
and the best of all: penetrate.

Wait!

Don't call me lewd,
that's pretty rude!
I just like to gush about being nude,
in a way that isn't too crude.

So watch for more,
a lot is in store,
because I'm trying not to be a blog bore,
by writing like a poetic whore.

Mad Men Party

2010-09-29T15:18:00.000-07:00

i'm a bore

2010-09-27T17:49:00.000-07:00

i so apologize.

these are my men. i'm excited to see them.*

*no i don't know them I just sound like a creepy stalker because really, aren't we all when it comes to musicians?

2010-09-22T18:06:00.001-07:00

in a nutshell

2010-08-17T16:38:00.000-07:00

This is me. Black and White love, over-the-top, and a potent rhymer.

photo via Etc.

Drop it like it's hot

2010-08-11T17:52:00.001-07:00

This song on repeat, looking at water photos like these. To summer!

Want

2010-07-22T14:00:00.001-07:00

This Necklace! The long dangles.

LV

2010-07-20T17:59:00.001-07:00

I have major LV for this lady. And I know where these photos are taken so I shall have to re-enact.

Taken by The Cobra Snake for Wildfox Couture.

All I see is Paris

2010-07-16T18:24:00.001-07:00

Rosanna Anson

Purple Dress

2010-07-16T12:40:00.000-07:00

She thought it was funny to describe herself over email only as 'wearing a purple dress,' in anticipation of meeting her blind date. She thought a purple dress could create an image of a 'ladies who lunch'; a greyed woman wearing a boxy 80's style dress and an abundant red hat. She thought he could probably have a certain amount of dread in thinking about this purple woman he might meet. She thought it would surprise him then, when he see's how not purple her appearance really is. She thought, it will be nice to surprise him.

The World According to Garp

2010-07-13T15:30:00.001-07:00

"In this dirty minded world, you are either somebody's wife or somebody's whore-or fast on you way to becoming one or the other." - Jenny Fields, in The World According to Garp

This book is rather quotable.

Here's to 2010

2010-07-07T17:24:00.000-07:00

Because, like my friend Ginger said, "It's like no other year mattered before 2010." None of you care really, this is just for me.

Best Days of 2010:

*JAN 8*
El Chavo, first time
Erin and I recaptured our youthful spirits while getting into bed at 4am. Brutal hangover the next day, but KTown fried chicken cures all.

*FEB 13/14*
Valentine's Day Weekend Extravaganza
Club Called Rhonda, Larchmont breakfast walk, Birds singles party. Joined by Michael, Erin, Derek, Mehry, Ginger.

*FEB 20*
Musicians Party
Good music played in a beautiful Los Feliz home, and I wore a backless leo with tight tight pants. Hello!

*FEB 27/28*
VEGAS 10,000!
Who doesn't like free shots of patron and Ginger wearing men's boxers to a dance club, and divey breakfast joints with delicious eggs? Oh and I almost sent the infamous "You have AIDS" text, that was classic.

*APR 4*
Easter Sunday
Spent with just the parents, and my BFF Lauren and her lovely Mom at the Chart House where I had my first order of lobster. I got to re-bond with one of my dearest friends just before her departure, smiley emoticon.

*MAY 5*
Cinco De Mayo aka Kate's Day
Mexican food, Mariachi band, and Margarita fun. Ole!

*MAY 15*
Family Visit in LA
Took them to Birds and got a foot long row of onion rings, finally saw the La Brea Tar Pits, Sean's biggest desire in life, took them to the TIKI TI for happy hour and drank like we were back in Hawaii, and ate at The Cliff's Edge, truly one of the most beautiful patios, with one of the best filet mignon's around town. Wow.

*MAY 16*
Figero's
Champagne, escargot, fancy salad, bucket o' mussels avec pomme frites, bottle of white wine, madiera, port, and of course a lava cake, with fresh blackberries, paid for! It was such a fun date, and I wasn't even late, was he my mate? ended up not to be fate, but i feel no hate, in fact it was all great!

*MAY 22*
Silverlake Jubilee
Found BIG WHUP and Drew's unicorn microphone, was high on life with Gigi, drank Asahi in a courtyard of an apartment complex, and ended the evening in a jacuzzi. Anytime there's a jacuzzi I am happy.

*MAY 30*
Memorial Day Weekend BBQs
Two words: bounce house!

*JUNE 4*
LCD Soundsystem
2nd row. ticket-less. dancing. fun. Maybe best concert experience ever.

Half a year done, what's next? Anyone else have a memory they'd like to share?

(Photo: stole off FB, someone Nathalie knows...)

B.O.N.I.Z. H.E.A.R.T.

2010-07-07T10:19:00.000-07:00

I want to meet someone extraordinary.

The twins

2010-07-05T16:28:00.000-07:00

Anytime I feel bad, I look up Olsen twin images. Their style never ceases to inspire, and turn my frown up-side-down.

To the only slightly incestuous twins i am not disturbed by, kudos!

Only in LA, series 1

2010-06-19T00:04:00.000-07:00

Old friends.

2010-06-11T10:06:00.000-07:00

Sass.

2010-06-11T09:41:00.000-07:00

Ick.

2010-06-10T18:50:00.001-07:00

Telephone

2010-06-10T12:29:00.000-07:00

A Gun for Balla's

2010-06-09T12:09:00.001-07:00

Lately I have been wanting to become an artsy person and lead an artists life. You know, one where I dance, paint, take pictures, make films, wear beautiful clothing, and somehow pay all my bills with grace. I am not that talented though in things of art, so I am just becoming a hipster in actuality.

Some of my most hipster creativity has been recently turned on by my new assistant friend Julie. It started with her sending me an orgami crane with one of the DVD's she sent me and has built from there. I love using messengers, makes everything quicker. This lead me to send silly messages in the mail to friends full of fetti glitter, in hopes that it would spill all over their laps in a bliss of sparkle, which I have been told was a success. Very hip.

Most recently I was without something to send Julie, until I remembered we had really old magnets that had a sticky side so you could attach a business card. Well, I decided to draw, because I am an artist, remember? This is the genius I came up with. I think it's brilliant, don't you? This will be my new thing, one of a kind KEG magnets, for your pleasure. Here are some more! Check your mail, you might be the lucky owner of one of these soon.

Other hip artsy things I have been doing:
-taking pictures of my friends in front of my white wall
-hula hooping
-trying to make a music video one day, probably of hula hooping
-posing with Erin for an Elizabethan era painting
-making lesbian vibe t-shirts for purchase
-taking hip dance classes
-wearing my new pink wig! (ok that hasn't happened yet, but I think it's debut will be at Nathalie's party)

More to come!

Glamor Lights.

2010-05-27T00:33:00.001-07:00

Which of the three do you like best? Or is it best in three?

things got a little scratchy

2010-05-27T00:19:00.000-07:00

CVS's machine tried to eat my film, but in turn just left teeth marks all over it. I am pretty pleased. Not only do I think it looks really cool, but I got the development for free and I got two free rolls of film. Ole! Keep messing up mi amigos.

Jeff Koons, I love you

2010-05-21T14:52:00.000-07:00

These would look real great in my future open loft home.

This is his self portrait. I appreciate this. I want my bust on a stack of icicles.

This is oil on canvas... it's like a photograph!

I just thought this was funny because it's a troll mermaid. Nice combo Koons.

You need to check out all of these in the series... provocative glass sculltpures of him and his lady friend, Kama Sutra style. I love that sense of humor.

This would look great in my future bed chamber.

I wanted a mini of this in piggy bank form... instead i got a pig piggy bank for Xmas.

Why don't we have this in LA? I think I would live near it, and be very possessive over its beauty... "It's MINE!" And would insist on being in every picture tourists take with it.

Best painting of all. That would look fabulous anywhere really.

Love away.

Kates!

2010-05-20T17:06:00.001-07:00

Yippie!

Smoking Pictures

2010-05-14T17:07:00.000-07:00

No explanation needed, she explained it perfectly.

image from LeSmoking.

Hello Summer!

2010-05-11T12:09:00.000-07:00

image via I Love Wildfox

2010-05-11T00:05:00.000-07:00

Perfection

2010-04-29T17:47:00.001-07:00

I think my fave of his photo's yet. And guess who that is? The resurrected Lohan.

I be skullin'

2010-04-29T10:17:00.000-07:00

I want this for my bday. Or a skull in general, to rest on our newly-found-outside-of-a mansion-end table. It's a really cool end table that looks like it's from the 70's and a record player should be on it, and we just picked it up on the side of the street in perfect condition. Oh fickle rich people, we thank you!

But back to the skull, I want one, more of a real looking one actually, but this $1500 quartz one would do, it's very prettttty. I told Erin this is my new 'disco ball'. I won't rest until I get a skull and or full bodied skeleton. The full body could hang in my walk in closet, and I could talk to it about my outfits. Cute! Maybe I am going crazy, or maybe I am super hip and deserve to be BFF with all the hipster nuts Sweaty Sunday's (gay and fabulous) clan. Let me in goddamnit, I will have a skull to pose with in pictures!

The classic.

This too real looking? Verging on grotesque in a good or bad way?

For a low price of $2,150.00 I could have a 'male asian' skeleton standing in my home! That would stop a summer-rapist, if I just kept it leering out the window, heck yes, no shank needed for protection any longer.

This site is a doozy! Check 'er out Momma slash Erin.

MIA

2010-04-27T12:16:00.000-07:00

The new MIA video came out today, and it has already been taken off of youtube for how graphically violent it is. Though, I literally sat at my computer with my mouth hanging open, and felt sick to my stomach multiple times, I loved every minute of it. It really showed what music videos, I think, should be now. Everyone knows they are a dying thing as is, though we can watch them even easier now, there is almost no point to them as they make no money, and aren't ever aired on TV now.

But, MIA with director Romain Gavras, created an insane short film/music video hybrid. This ain't no Lady Gaga dumb pointless short video crap, this is hard core, fits the song perfectly, and made me like it much more than if I had just heard it (in fact I did just hear it at her concert and didn't like it so much, but now, whoa). The way they did the sound was brilliant, and it's only her song throughout, but they were so smart in their breaks and build, and the content really represented its vibe. If you know me, you know this isn't something I would ever think to create on my own, but watching this made me want to become a crazy rogue war movie docu making chick. Maybe it's the anti-government concert I went to Senior year of high school that still lingers in my body and soul after running through a room size mosh pit (Yeah I did!) but I think I could be a pretty tough filmmaker.

It's pretty intense, so watch it with warning. Called BORN FREE.

http://www.miauk.com/

SHE IS BRILLIANT and boy does she have balls.

I also love this director now. He makes very violent things in general. I just watched the JUSTICE video he did. It's so crazy watching it, I feel like it's really happening, and I am scared yet riveted. It kind of reminds of CITY OF GOD, except even darker. He somehow has a talent to make violence so raw and real. I hope to see more of him. I think he could make a great but scary feature.

b&w, slightly disappointing.

2010-04-26T00:34:00.000-07:00

P3

2010-04-20T16:25:00.000-07:00

I now name us 'The Lesbian Girls in Black'. Here's to a fabulous weekend!

a funny set of 3.

2010-04-17T10:49:00.001-07:00

hahahaha.

Chloe fragrance gals/Nylon

2010-04-16T16:56:00.000-07:00

I just stumbled upon these photos of Chloe Sevigny, Anja Rubik, and Clemence Poesy (I was looking at pics of er because she is so amazingly beautiful and my new lesbian love), the 3 Chloe fragrance models. These were taken for Nylon magazine in 08. They are SO good. I love the colors, the stylings, the vibe. I want to take pics like this, and be in pics like this. Nice work Mr. Guy Aroch. Gonna look you up now. Enjoy!

Addiction

2010-04-15T10:13:00.000-07:00

I have an addiction problem, with music. I become obsessed with a song, and play it on repeat over and over and over again, and then inevitably, maybe still like it, but don't need to listen anymore, and sometimes yes, don't need to listen to it ever again. It's gross. I ruin beautiful music by making myself listen to it's intricate details so often that there is no longer any mystery. This is why I like it when I hear a song I love and I don't look it up, or buy it on itunes. Then I am stuck to trust the radio to play it for me, and I get to have that spontaneous amazing happiness when realizing I lucked out and got to hear it on that one special day at that one moment. You know?

Songs I recently OD'd on:

Sleigh Bells, Ring Ring... Thanks Ginger
Grizzly Bear, While You Wait For Others
on Fuck Yeah mashups, The Knife/Ratatat remix
current song: LCD Soundsystem, Dance Yrself Clean. OMG yes, I need love want this song.
The XX, Shelter, remix
Jay Z, My 1st song
Edward Sharpe, Home... not too tired by this one yet, maybe because I love their other song 40 days even more.
David Guetta and Kid Cudi, Memories
Lemonade, Gucci Mane

But really, listen to this heaven.

Oh yeah, and Johnny Knoxville, an old addiction.

j'adore

2010-04-14T18:48:00.000-07:00

cette photo. Glycine et Mugget. She takes pretty pretty photos.

lelove

2010-04-13T17:44:00.000-07:00

I just spent 2 hours reading lelove. a lot of the love letters were sad, but a few made me smile. and i really liked this top photo the best. The other is the Camilla Akrans genius.

w/e 4/10

2010-04-12T01:00:00.000-07:00

Marilyn Monroe

2010-04-09T11:21:00.000-07:00

Lot's of people have posted this, but it's just too great not to re-post. She is fabulous through and through.

PULP

2010-04-09T10:19:00.000-07:00

Love these photos, love love love. It's a collaboration between supermodel Joni Harbeck and photographer Neil Krug. It's stuff like this, this underground artsy world that I really want to get into. The weird stuff people do for themselves that just comes out amazing. Similar to the creator of Sweaty Sundays class. He is a crazy dancer that just lives to dance, and creates events, and is in a band, and just does what he loves all the time... I need to do that! How???????

If I could afford these photographs I would buy one for sure. Be sure to check out all the photos and their really cool short video at http://pulpartbook.com/.

blows me away

2010-04-07T16:33:00.000-07:00

So good.

Another set

2010-04-04T22:34:00.001-07:00

I love this sign, almost makes me want to join. It glamours me.

Just two girls hanging out.

This photo is barely salvageable. I thought Matt knew how to expose, woops!

Guh, double exposing is so hard without a tripod.

Another attempt.

And another passable attempt.

The Tiki is my favorite bar.

Got this beauty, one shot.

Still like this one even though she is not mid air like I tried for.

Favorite moment of this night, Jeff getting in the jacuzzzz and suddenly he starts turrets like cursing about how much he hates jacuzzis.

I have a thing for Calvin Klein

2010-04-01T12:47:00.000-07:00

Calvin Klein is probably one of the main designers that I always notice and really want something of. It's not TOO pricey in general which is nice. But so far I can only really afford Calvin Klein Bras, which are to die for. But now, I want these booties... it would be sick to buy them, sick! They are almost $200 dollars, but marked down from $450, so that is a deal... Anyway, I just love the old school 'velveteen' fabric. It reminds me of a cool old 1920's style coat, which is one of my fave fashion decades to lust over. It's only my exceedingly high credit card bill from too many drinks this past month that is preventing me... One day I will be fabulous.

About me, charmingly honest

2010-03-29T16:36:00.000-07:00

If I started a dating website, it'd be called charmingly honest. You would write about all your flaws and oddities, mixed in with a little brag brag here or there. Hopefully then, you wouldn't be let down by anyone later, at least not as much. My profile would be like this:

I am 23, always been a blonde though it is no longer natural, I fear the sun bc melanoma runs in the family, and I make tons of typos because I type too fast. The bad genes I have inherited: crooked teeth, bad unhealthy gums, a horrible scalp, a big nose, weight goes to my thighs, allergies (this is a new development), skin flaw is black heads. I am skipping a few which are just too revealing. Notable genes of goodness: a relatively good curvy body that thus far has been easy to maintain, pretty and soft hands, green eyes, ability to dance/and musicality, some level of intellect. I am a very driven and ambitious person, though sometimes I downplay it, so if you are lazy I will not be into you.

I hate these words/phrases/and topics of conversation: ‘cheese’ (I flinched writing it), ‘feet’, discussion of bad odors, and the word ‘stinks’, ‘screwed the pooch’, my dad making that ‘kissing ass/sucking up’ sound. When things like this bother me I boil with disgust and have an, albeit unnatural, loathing of the person talking. I will also get inexplicably angry and curse if anyone steps on my big toe. It is so painful, and though logically I know it’ was an accident; I will blame you and hate you for a good 2-3 minutes. Don’t take it personal. I won’t mention anything sexual related, I think it’s crass in this form and I don’t want to brag (I think this is my most clever sentence). I am however not into PDA, and though I consider myself very girly, I am not ultra femme in that department. If I don’t know you well I won’t be touchy and flirtatious in front of others, I am somewhat masculine and cold in that way.

Today a man walked by me, in a suit, on his lunch break, and was playing a harmonica not very well, how bizarre! I find moments like this in life much more interesting and beautiful than huge dramatic and maybe more important moments. I will enjoy talking about stuff like this more than the news, I don’t like the news, and I don’t know much about what’s going on by choice. Sorry in advance. This ‘love of the little’, as I just decided to call it, I think is very charming, and romantic, however it also makes me very overly analytical and some people may find this, well, tedious. Once I get past it though, I move onto something new.

In that vein, I am not uniquely talented at any one thing in particular, but instead am above average or good at many things (that’s why I was a Jr Miss!) Therefore, I often get passionate and excited about something new, and then after realizing how much skill and dedication I need to devote to that one thing, I get over it and find something new. This is why I think I would make a great director, because I have the knowledge and vision in most areas of film, but just can’t commit myself to any one thing. I have tried (costuming, makeup, editing anyone?). But instead I can say, “I want it like this, now you go off and do it!” and then reap the benefits of a job done by someone with the passion needed for it.

I have tried to not be a jealous type, but I think I am, a little bit. I am working on it, but I will have moments of insanity just like any other woman in the world. I love it when people say thank you or when people do romantic things for me, if you won’t do this I will become upset. I don’t like it when people talk in movies. I often call people out on their hypocrisy with great pleasure. But, I sell out for my own things too, like fur. I am a recovering hypochondriac, I always fear getting sick from food that I have made, and I am lactose intolerant and have to mention it to people ad nauseam because they never remember, but then act like that’s all I talk about. No I cannot eat ice cream, please stop asking. And don’t say to me over and over again “How horrrrrrrible” (MATT!). I love run-on sentences. My Mom tells me I am too self-aware, I think that was a very astute thing of her to say.

I have often been called weird, which I am, but I always find that funny because I think everyone is weird in their own way. And I would never want to be normal, how dull. I have a lot of girlfriends and I love them, I am a girls girl. I hate girls who are boys girls, or say they hate women, wtf traitors. I will talk about my period, a lot, and in detail, because you know what men? you don’t have to have one so you have to listen to it. It sucks. It’s wonderful and all but it sucks. This stemmed from my earlier childhood embarrassment about it, and never ever discussing it in front of my Dad or Brothers. It was such a horrible feeling, that mortification, so I decided to turn it on its head and feel the opposite. Now, my goal is to discuss details about periods to every male I encounter, so they get used to it for their future wives and daughters - you’re welcome ladies. I have become an intense woman lover in general. I want to work for women and with women, I talk about 'us women' as a whole a lot, I can’t stand men who think they are superior, you’re not. I will know if you’re one of those men instantly.

I am very sarcastic at times, and passive aggressive, I will hold it against you if you don’t do your dishes, and I love to sleep in. I don’t talk much in the morning, again, not personal. But hey, I am not a big yeller/confronter so that’s good right? I, like many people, listen to the same songs on repeat over and over until I get sick of it. My roommate gets sick of it way before I do. I love TV, if you don’t, get the effe out. I also watch a soap opera, and would really like it if my future partner enjoyed it with me. My Dad watches with my Mom, I think that’s true love. I don’t like it when people claim a movie or TV show as ‘theirs’ like they like it better than you, especially if they came to like it a good deal after it became popular, you know what I mean.

I get too involved in most books while reading them. Right now I am reading Lolita (I almost exclusively read classics) and in turn I have become more bratty, and innocently inappropriate. When I read Twilight (yes I did, and I am fine to admit it) I obsessively compared my life to the woeful love tale, and really did fall in love with Edward. For a short period I felt my life was so dull and passionless, and wished a vampire would wisk me away. But I have always had an unhealthy love for vampires (Angel, Spike, Vampire Bill etc).

I use chapstick compulsively. I fear pink eye like its AIDS. I have to blow my nose a lot bc of these new allergies, it’s gross. I look better with makeup on.

You still interested? If not, I don’t give a fuuuuck. (My bosses potty mouth has ruined me, I curse all the time now).

Words of Wisdom

2010-03-29T12:45:00.001-07:00

13070034, originally uploaded by thetripleheart.

Never bring a bag of nuts to work. You will unintentionally eat the whole bag within a short period of time. Lesson learned.

Song of the Day

2010-03-26T09:44:00.000-07:00

"Knocking Boots" by Candy Man. Puts a smile on your face while listening.

Why you should read LOLITA

2010-03-24T18:00:00.000-07:00

"Bourbon Street (in a town named New Orleans) whose sidewalks, said the tour book 'may [i liked the 'may'] feature entertainment by pickaninnies who will [i liked the 'will' even better] tap-dance for pennies' (what fun), while 'it's numerous small and intimate night clubs are thronged with visitors' (naughty)."

I find the writing amazing, entertaining, hypnotic, and wildly skilled and thoughtful. It is almost to the point of being too well written, that I feel I am reading too quickly and missing so much of it's beauty and metaphors, and extremely educated references.

le photo est sandra freij

Part Deux

2010-03-23T20:14:00.000-07:00

This is going to be my new look

2010-03-19T18:52:00.000-07:00

I am dying for a short pink wig. And fancy pink poodles. And this stairwell. Really though, how fabulous is this eccentric lady? I am going to aspire to get into a culture where that look would seem perfectly fabulous for any given evening of splendor. Look out pups! You are walking with this gal now.

le photo est Jonas Hallberg

(If you check my links, you can tell by my last few posts I have gone picture saving crazy with this lundlund site. I struck gold!)

Song of the Day

2010-03-19T10:36:00.000-07:00

Shelter, Them Jeans Drum Edit, by The XX. Find it on Grooveshark.com

I danced to this during the warm up for Sweaty Sundays (my awesomely hip n' 80's dance exercise class, you should go too!). It only ever played for 30 seconds before the music was turned off so we could have quiet while we do unseemly amounts of Downward Dogs. Not only would I be physically strained, but mentally, trying in vain to remember lyrics so that I could find the song later. Finally by chance, Ginger played me the original version of this song in her car, and thanks to the amazing wonders of grooveshark, i found the version I know and love. Now I can dance like a hipster in the comfort of my own home! That means lots of dog pawed, slow hip moves, with my eyes closed, and an ecstasy like grin on my face. You know.

le photo est Sandra Freij

Erotic Erin's Enticing Birthday Extravaganza

2010-03-17T20:35:00.000-07:00

Song of the day

2010-03-17T13:11:00.000-07:00

WANDERLUST, Bjork - Ratatat remix. Find it on Grooveshark.com. Thank me later.

le photo est Camilla Akrans

My Future Husband

2010-03-03T15:10:00.000-08:00

will be this cool.

this is the life

2010-03-02T17:50:00.000-08:00

A gentleman rolling down the street in an electric wheel chair, who clearly was a paraplegic, whistled at me. This is the fabulous life I lead, and the men I attract. Thank you LA.

from Fading Lights Are Fading

Feb 20th

2010-02-25T18:55:00.000-08:00

February 20th: anticipation, musicians and crazies, bottle(s) of wine, music, elvis impersonator, french people - lots of them, los feliz, stunning house, pool party (not), photography, merriment, chair sharing, iphoto picture, a pull and a grab, a sleazy guy, a grand piano, chips and salsa, ima be ima be, sleep at 7am

WANT

2010-02-24T16:14:00.000-08:00

This,

It's from a really cute jewelry designer named Mr. Kate. I have been wanting to get into directing fashion spots, so I think post purchase I will contact her. Or maybe even mid purchase. I can be pretty crazy like that.

Visit her stuff at MrKate.

The Hula-hoop, new party trend?

2010-02-19T09:48:00.000-08:00

I have been ordered to post about hula-hooping, the new rage sweeping the nation... or just mine and Erin's living room. This weekend we had endless amounts of joy from the old childhood game of hula-hooping. Erin bought it a while back in order to exercise while watching TV, but she says she only partakes while I'm not home, so I have yet to see her really working out with it. Her 'hours' of it is up for debate...

Luckily however the hula found a new home, in that of a party. It started off with Michael, aka chocolate fiend, desperately hula'ing to a point of sweaty hair. He has quite the skills though for a male. Quickly though, his exertions turned into a day time dance party. DJ Gigi took over the music, and in turn we listened to just the beginning of IMA BE by Black Eyed Peas about 5 times, and then really started getting into the party. We only have one hoop to speak of, but it didn't matter. DJ Gigi and I and Erin all did some hula'ing, all got a turn, and while the rest of us awaited our core work out, we danced on the side. It became sort of fun, to sexually dance up next to someone trying to hula-hoop in an already tight living room, or try to walk by it without hitting them out of sync and embarrassing them with the awful feeling of the hoop dropping with a thunder clap to their feet. I shutter thinking about that moment of defeat.

Then things though, things got interesting. We decided to try... DOUBLE HOOP, formally known as double hula-hooping, otherwise known as two people in the hula-hoop grinding together to try and get that baby to spin! Michael and I tried first as we have a natural hip chemistry. They truly can't get enough of each other. Alright, so we get our stance, both inside the ring of joy, and threw the hula... DROP. Sad. Try again. Drop, sad. Try again... you get the drift.

Then we thought, lets start the grind pre hula, so we get a rhythm and it can't help but hoop around us. We start, and I will admit, I have done some dirty dancing in my time, but this was particularly weird. I had to put my arms through his and hold tight to his shoulder, press my entire being against him (oh yes, I was in the back) and then start moving our booties perfectly in sync, not to big, not too small. Let's just say, it gets intimate. So we try again, hip hip hip, spin of the hula, one turn and DROP, thunder, clap, defeat. This cycle continues endlessly. I believe Erin and Michael gave it a shot, and then Ginger and I gave it a shot, but to no avail.

(One of our many attempts at it)

Later that evening, Michael and Derek were gone, sorrow, but we had a few new lads to try it out with. And talk about sexy... hey dudes, want to hula-hoop with me? So we did, once again everyone getting their turn, laughing as the guys sadly could not move their bodies in a pretty motion, with DJ Ginger on the spin table, and Mehry the paparazzi taking pictures. At one point Steve fell to the ground in his attempt to master that circular mistress. He could not tame her, mighty Hula, he couldn't keep it up! (I went there).

I soon figured out how to get it spinning on my chest (I'm a talent didn't you know?), which was pretty great. I think it looked really unsexy too, even though in theory it should be such an allurer, "hey guys, I can spin this on my breasts...". At that point we wanted to see if someone could run into it like double jump roping. Erin was terrified to try and kept pussing out, endlessly ducking but never running, and then out of nowhere, with it rounding my chest, Mehry ducks down like a linebacker and charges in. It was truly awe inspiring. I have never seen someone so quick and dedicated. I tried to do it to Erin while she 'chested it' and instead just rammed my head into her stomach, which was rock hard from all that hula'ing btw.

All in all, it was so merry and genial, what Valentines Day fun! We got home at about midnight and stayed up hula-hooping through tears of joy and laughter until 3:00am. Still though, no one got the double hula down. We were convinced it wasn't impossible, until my youtubing skills found this little ditty.

Can you believe it! We were beat to it! DJ Gigi was so sad because she wanted it to be our thing, our discovery, our mastery and skill, so we could be an 'internet sensation'. I mean look at those arm gestures. They are so nonchalant. The trick seems to be the costumes... I think that's what it is, or maybe just the fact that they spin while hooping so that the hula keeps moving.

All that matters however, is that we started a new hip party trend. And we need to pass it along and share it with the world, and host awesome hula-hooping events and contests. So go out world, and buy yourself a hula-hoop. You shall not be disappointed!

collected photos

2010-02-18T16:45:00.000-08:00

googled

he will be mine!

Pia Jane

tompalumbo flickr

tyler shields

i love a good photo shoot look like this.

fecal face

my new lesbian obsession alison mosshart

le fashion

unhappyhipsters

This is nuts to me! Nuts I say!

Lost

2010-02-08T18:11:00.001-08:00

It even inspires angsty/hipster art.

found here

Hair

2010-02-05T15:51:00.000-08:00

What color hair should I go with? MK or A? Going to the salon next weekend!

And on another thought, which Olsen do you prefer? I am an Ashley kinda gal.... she has a more classy, put together look. Much more my style. Oh to just be her for a day!

I found this picture today. Thought it was amazing. Had to share. Why don't men find Sarah Jessica Parker attractive? And then why do they tell me I look like her, and then tell me they don't find her attractive? Not cool. (To be fair to myself, I think that only happened a few times, quite a few years ago. I will admit she hasn't aged well... but she was freakin' hot during season 2 of SATC. That long curly hair, padow!)

2010-02-01T17:03:00.000-08:00

i wish i could lie in bed all day sometimes... and not go to work.

lefashion

Hello perfection

2010-01-29T11:03:00.000-08:00

No words!

Elizabeth Toll

New photos!

2010-01-28T17:54:00.001-08:00

I have recently decided I am not a big fan of 125 speed black and white film. Not enough grain, not enough details in the black, not imperfect enough. With all that said, I still enjoy the photos I got out of this roll. But next up will be 400 ISO, so we'll see how that goes.

This is the look I want for my 'physical insecurities photo shoot'. I want the square shape, and the plain background, but I need that contrast and grain from a different film speed. It needs to look more photo boothy and less flat. Hopefully I will start working on those soon!

This is my best exposed pic I think, subject wise. What great light on my Dad.

I think this photo is dynamic!

more on flickr

Bar 107

2010-01-25T11:30:00.000-08:00

Always a fun time!

Inspiration

2010-01-19T17:51:00.001-08:00

I am pretty positive photography will always and only be a hobby for me, but none the less I still want to keep defining my own style. I don't like staging pictures unless I have a specific photoshoot in mind, but even then I find I never get nearly as many photos I like when I do that. Instead I really like shooting candids, that have just a touch more sophistication than real life. I recently found this man's flickr and fell in love. These are photos from the early 1960's in Paris. They are all candids, all real, and all capture such beautiful and intimate moments. I only hope to take pictures as perfect as these one day.

I have also been on a huge 1960's love parade, what with reading THE HELP (such a good book), watching Mad Men, and the movies An Education and my recent obsession A Single Man. Read and watch them all, my recommendations for 2010! Also, visit this flickr...

This one doesn't go nearly as well with the first three, but I had to include it because it is so amazing. Look at that bloodstained apron!! Apparently it was taken in a bar very near to the meat packing district.

For Erin

2010-01-14T17:22:00.001-08:00

DO IT! OR YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT... some tough reverse psychology action.

PS thanks for the colored pencils g, you are a very thoughtful lady. Love ya roomie!!! (I threw that in to weird you out.)

Took my breathe away

2010-01-13T15:15:00.000-08:00

Both of them! Gorgeous! I truly gasped out loud when I saw this picture.

Via Olsens Anonymous of course.

Bummin'

2010-01-12T17:58:00.000-08:00

B dot Hills Park, encounter ONE:

I like to take naps at lunch sometimes. Not even that I like taking them, but I can’t really help myself. I can sleep anywhere, anytime, during the day. It’s like a skill, except that it makes it hard to work. Anyway, I am on my blanket at the park during my hour and a half lunch, with a book in front of me, fast asleep with my head on my purse. Suddenly I am awoken by someone touching my shoulder. I look up and I am confused to see a random man over me with a look of concern. He says “Are you ok???”.

Another thing to know is I am not a very good communicator post sleep. I am very groggy and really cannot form words and sentences well, and am always perturbed I would have to. Over Christmas break my family tried to wake me up before Noon, and I simply responded with a “moo”. They caught my drift. My boss doesn't 'catch my drift' and instead asked me if I am 'mad at him' every morning. I tried to make light of it and explain that I am not a morning person, but somehow I don't think that was enough of an explanation. Back to the story at hand though...

So when I look at this guy, I am trying to decipher who he is and what he means by ‘ok’. He has a long beard, a guitar on his back, and is wearing scraggly shorts, but he is also wearing a button up shirt with a tie. So I finally think of saying “What?”. He repeats “Are you Ok?”. I say “yeah I am fine.”. Then he says “You can get free lunches at the church down the street…” And I go “No I don’t need that, I am just on my lunch break, thanks, I’m fine.” He insists however about getting a free lunch, and stays standing there looking at me. He even says one more time "Are you sure your Ok?". I say "yes" through hazy eyes. He finally leaves. I start thinking about what just happened as I start to gain some coherence, and I realize he thought I was homeless, which starts to really irritate me.On top of that, he felt the need to WAKE me up from my nap in thinking I was a bum. Clothing is key here, and I was wearing a nice turquoise and CLEAN dress, makeup, and had a cell phone and purse. How am I to be confused as without money and a place to call home? I am just a girl enjoying a sunny afternoon with a harmless and often times rejuvenating nap. I don’t think I blend in with all the other homeless locals who call the grass around me their home. I mean they have trash bags full of stuff and shit! Please. Can't a girl just love to sleep and be left in peace?

Apparently not. Part TWO to come.

What I Wore, Jan. 12th

2010-01-12T17:11:00.000-08:00

Yeah, so I may have given my legs a bit of a thinning, what about it?

this day

2010-01-07T17:23:00.001-08:00

I felt really good this day, and the last few weeks of the year in general. Gotta get my heels back on and run!

2010-01-07T15:28:00.000-08:00

my flickr

Look Good to Feel Good

2010-01-05T10:02:00.000-08:00

some other black and whites of mine

2009-12-20T00:38:00.000-08:00

Here are some more photos that i haven't put up on Facebook. It's funny how you can have favorites the first time you look through them, ad then months later suddenly something new catches your eye. Anyway, I have a whole bunch of film for Hawaii, so hopefully I will get some new good B&Ws.

not the best composed shot, but i like how much is going on.

i find how the carpet registered in the b&w fascinating. it looks so gross and textured.

i didn't realize i caught a woman in her moment of celebration before. the backs of the heads looking towards the lanes are wonderful.

his face, just love it.

this was another lucky shot. not only a happy little boy and pretty sunshine, but two lovers in the background.

it is hard to get a good pet picture while shooting in manual.

i have quite a few city shots from this day, so i never noticed how pretty this one is.

there is something humorous about the three different expressions in this photo.

i've always like taking photos of erin, i think she is dynamic on film. the details in this photo are really great. oh film!

I just got a flickr. i am excited about it! now i can favorite so many peoples pics. check it.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kategill/

Record lady

2009-12-17T15:26:00.000-08:00

DIZZAM! I love this photo so so much.

the always fashion inspired lookbook.

love this quote

2009-12-11T15:06:00.000-08:00

"Beauty, to me, is about being comfortable in your own skin. That, or a kick-ass red lipstick."
found on Garance Dore.

I have been wearing red lipstick lately and it does make me feel really good.

What I Wore Today 12/10

2009-12-10T16:53:00.000-08:00

I have joined this trend. It was quite fun. The face is always hard for me, never looks right, or cute, but I like what I did in slimming my legs. If only! Next time I will involve color, I just don't have any colored pencils or crayons at work, kind of a sad fact. Everyone should have colored pencils! Luckily my outfit happens to be all black and white. Anyway, you should do this too.

Original trend inspiration

The weird things people say to me

2009-11-20T11:27:00.000-08:00

(how I look in my dreams while walkin' the big city)

I have decided I will use this blog to write down the weird things people say to me. I am sure everyone has had strangers say odd things to them, but I feel like I'm a weird comment magnet. I had not one, but two odd encounters yesterday that can start off the new postings...

While walking to the bank on Wilshire I passed a very crowded bus stop. I was listening to music on my ipod really loudly so I didn't realize a random girl was talking to me. Instead I just really took in the details of her look: died orange hair, Mexican, a little bit bigger, and not one, but two tattoos on her face. One was a 13 under her left eye... number of people she killed? number of people she slept with? i could only guess. Under her right eye were a small cluster of dots. Maybe I was right on both accounts and each eye represented different cagey behaviors. Or maybe I'm really just a racist. Up for debate.

So I finally take out my headphones because I think "I don't want to seem bitchy". I have sort of already passed her though so I have to walk back to her to look engaged.

"...we are taking a survey today, and I was just wondering... Do you like boxers?.. or thongHAHAHAHA" she can't even finish the word "thong" without laughing hysterically at herself.

I sort of muster a half chuckle, but am overall weirded out by the experience. Why me I think, why me? And what is with that question? Luckily I am a fast walker and am soon no where near that event.

On my way back from the bank I have an altogether different kind of experience, though somehow underwear is brought up again.

I see a guy out of my perrifs who is walking the same way I am. Finally after 2 blocks he is directly next to me, keeping in perfect Kate fast step, and once again this stranger feels the need to speak to me, but I can't hear a word over the my obscenely loud and permanently-damaging-eardrum music.

I come back to the sounds of the real word with: "... like your leggings"...

A Dude just told me this? Is he gay? or hitting on me? Maybe both? He is rather euro looking.

I dubiously reply "thanks..."

He continues, in step. "I'm a fashion and art photographer. I shoot lingerie and stuff". Oh God. He is not going to ask me to pose for him is he? Stuff like this has happened to me before, not because I am so amazing looking usually, but I think because I have what was once called "A very womanly body". Yes, another stranger. Back to this unknown though.

"Cool." I keep walking.

"I'm Robert. What do you do?"

I hate telling people I work at a Management and Production company, and I hate even more saying I'm an assistant. I try to remain mysterious so as to not have to explain why I sound unhappy saying assistant, and so that he can't stalk me and rape me later. Yes I am neurotic. "I work in the area."

"Cool, like I said I'm an art photographer."

I say nothing.

"So do you do Yoga?"

I should mention, I am wearing black wedges (only an inch high), with black cotton leggings (as you already realized from his first comment), and a long shirt, belted at my waist. When walking the shirt rides up a bit, so the bottom of my booty is probably a tad exposed. But, I am wearing leggings, not tights, so it ain't no big thing. Well, big yes, scandalous no.

For some reason I have never been a yoga person, so I reply with an unneeded amount of disgust "buagh, no."

He's persistent though, "Oh, do you do ballet?".

I don't feel like giving him my dance history, and how I hated ballet, but did dance other styles, so I just say "yeah".

"Oh, yeah I used to do ballet too. I thought you did either yoga or ballet or something because of your body type."

How weird is that??? Who says that 4 minutes after complimenting my old, unoriginal, sometimes even swampy leggings? And how often do people make comments about someone to their face where they were very obviously starign long and hard to come to that conclusion. Not to mention the biggest problem with that statement, my body is like neither yoga or ballet people. It is quite the curvy opposite.

At this point, I am over it, and I really want to avoid him asking me to pose for him nude or something creepy, so I give a quick smile and keep walking.

Finally he says "What was your name?". I say "Kate" tersely.

"Alright, well like I said I'm an art photographer and in this area now, so I will probably see you around. Bye".

To end this set of events, as I walk by a car leaving a parking lot I hear an "Oh My God" as I walk by. It was said with what could be interpreted as disgust, except it was a male, and had some level of sexual innuendo, but honestly at that point I didn't even look to figure out what his creepy facial expression would tell me. All I know is, something about this outfit set off the I-am-approachable-to-weirdos flag.

Being that I walk everyday in B. Hills, and with all the foreigners, and catcalls, I am sure I will have more odd stories such as these. I can feign being annoyed, but in the end these are good funny stories to retell no matter how uncomfortable I was, so I'll be honest, I look forward to the next bizarre person to approach me.

Halloween Photos!

2009-11-03T11:28:00.000-08:00

Halloween 2009 was a good good time.
Here are photos from Friday night. Featured: a Stepford Wife, a 90's bling bling video girl, and a pervert.

Here are photos from Saturday night at the West Hollywood parade. Featured: Jesus, a character from Fargo, a unicorn, Frida, Medusa, a bloody girl, parade people, a party peacock, a cloud

All in all, a real good time!

Guide to Being a Trendy Girl

2009-10-22T18:02:00.000-07:00

Guide to being a TG*
*We are way too trendy to actually say trendy girl.

We, TG's, have created this easy, but strict set of rules for to be followed by you, as a person of the trendy world.
Do not publicate this. Only trendy people can send it via trendy way. And NEVER share it with someone wearing crocs; they will never be trendy.

1. Always have a fabulous well chosen scarf, but
wear it as if you had no idea it was even on.

2. Get a fun bright nail polish. You have to have a killer manicure to look badass while flipping people off; otherwise that's just trashy.

3. Are those your real eyelashes? Yes! (Actually No, you always wear fake.)

4. TG's must always have a Starbucks coffee cup in their hand. Even if it's empty. Seriously.

5. Have an almost excessive tan.

6. Go Green! Duh. Everyone's doing it.

7. Have a trendy picture of your trendy friends doing trendy things.

8. Own a cat. Little dogs are so passé.

By now, if you have followed all 8 steps, you are a bona fide TG.
One last thing, now you can chant our mantra:

We are better than you.
(Not you of course, but “them”)

XOXO
 TGWorld

DANCERSIZE

2009-10-22T12:23:00.000-07:00

Yay, It's finally here.

Check it out yo!

www.DOdancersize.com

and the video's:

WELCOME TO DANCERSIZE

Welcome to Dancersize from Jesse Mansfield on Vimeo.

WORK OUT VIDEO ONE

Dancersize work out video ONE from Jesse Mansfield on Vimeo.

Woooo hooooo.

glitter girl

2009-10-16T14:55:00.001-07:00

i am a glitter girl.

underwater

2009-09-29T11:02:00.000-07:00

Nathalie and I finally had an underwater photo shoot this weekend, in the beautiful motel looking pool in my complex. My pink goodwill dress came in handy again and I think photographed quite well, though sadly I am not sure it will recoup from the pool.

mid jump!

I rather enjoyed the experience however, and am down to do it again. Nathalie was a shivering fool (i mean that in a fun, she shivered so much kind of way, not in a slanderous, she is an idiot kind of way) but still managed to capture some lovely photos. I'm thinking fishnets and black leotard next time, with long black gloves and red lips. We'll see if we ever make it back in. All in all I think they turned out great. I even got to dive into the pool with the dress on, quite talented right? Here are some of my favies.

dead girl.

reminds me of virgin suicides.

pink sea otter anyone?

i think this one is the most editorial, or maybe just the most similar to fashion shoots I have seen before, in a good way.

changes

2009-09-23T12:30:00.000-07:00

via lefashion

i love this picture. so feisty feline.