Haiku Ambulance

I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk

April 25th, 2010 § 7

{UPDATE: This look was featured on Weardrobe! Thanks guys:)}

I could not be sicker of this wind.

I’m in a bit of a rush, but I’ll elaborate later.

Most importantly: look at these goddamn pants I found yesterday.

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Back to the outfit {I have returned}.

Bottom Up:

Yellow Trousers: Thrifted yesterday. Not technically thrifted. They came from my favorite Vintage store.

Blouse: Thrifted the day before yesterday

Hat: Thrifted a while ago

Bag: Thrifted the day before yesterday

Also, some interest has been expressed about my tattoo, that I suppose made its first appearance on the blog yesterday. I thought for sure it would have been seen by now!

It is of Richard Brautigan.

He is my favorite writer of all times.

He committed suicide in 1984.

Here are some of my favorite poems:

Boo, Forever

Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I’m haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
you.

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I Live in the Twentieth Century

I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there’s nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.

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It’s Time to Train Yourself

It’s time to train yourself
to sleep alone again
and it’s so fucking hard.

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I’ll Affect You Slowly

I’ll affect you slowly
as if you were having
a picnic in a dream.
There will be no ants.
It won’t rain.

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Romeo And Juliet

If you will die for me,
I will die for you

and our graves will
be like two lovers washing
their clothes together
in a laundromat.

If you will bring the soap,
I will bring the bleach

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Insane Asylum, Part 8

Baudelaire went
to the insane asylum
disguised as a
psychiatrist.
He stayed there
for two months
and when he left,
the insane asylum
loved him so much
that it followed
him all over
California,
and Baudelaire
laughed when the
insane asylum
rubbed itself
up against
his
leg like a
strange cat.

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Impasse

I talked a good hello
but she talked an even
better good-bye.

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In the spotlight

April 25th, 2010 § 2

As you know, I am a member of Weardrobe- another great community to find loads of fashion inspiration.

It’s like the microcosm of Chictopia, if you will.

If Chictopia had a Tumblr?

What they do, though, is Spotlight a member who has just totally kick ass and then stream ads {that look exactly like what I have posted} all over the web for all to see.

It’s ture, too- Realself.com, which I frequent for work… Yep, Weardrobe ads on the right sidebar 24/7.

So, anyway- I was just absolutely thrilled to see my {theoretical, internet} friend Greg Washington in the spotlight.

He oozes class, but everything he does is so wildly unassuming.

Talk about a master of editing.

He’s a joy to see, especially in a world that is insanely overrun with women.

Not that the real fashion industry is, but in terms of the blogosphere, maybe save for the Sartorialist and a select few, everyone is female.

And all of these females seem to gravitate towards a very specific aesthetic that in no way reflects what the modern gentleman is wearing.

So, please- heed the words of Weardrobe and get inspired by Greg.

I know I do.