Beauty and Bra Ads

Current Obsession: Sexist Ads from the 60s and 70s

Had I the ill luck to have been a woman of the 60s I think I would have killed myself with a frying pan.
-M.

San Francisco Street Art

I tasted the city this weekend, and it left me ravenous for more. Its streets are amply filled with spray can morsels and succulent stencils.  Its walls are dressed to impress, inviting me to peek up their skirts and take a look at what they are hiding between their thighs...and I must admit, I was impressed. I turned my back on the city, satisfied, knowing this was just the appetizer...the main course comes this summer...and dessert has yet to be planned.
-M.

This is What Happiness Looks Like.

Go Thom. Dance, dance, dance.

Lotus Flower

The King of Limbs...

...has made me the Queen of Smiles.  For anyone who has ever denied that music is a valid form of art or therapy, take a listen to this album. As musicians evolve their sound, it usually comes to a disappointing end, but not in the special case of Radiohead.  They have accrued an immunity to it.  They go on to amaze me with their continued connection to my creative soul.  For the next few weeks, as I eat, sleep, drink, and shit these "Limbs", I will be in the best of moods.  I have been hungry for this.  I will overindulge.  I will become numb.  I will ignore you.  I will evolve.
-M.

On Repeat...

The Black Keys. The entire damn album. Here's a small sampler.  You're welcome.

The Only One

Best Way To Spend a Sunday.

...at the Arboretum in Arcadia.