Tuesday, June 16, 2009

How strange

"How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people."


-Albert Einstein

Sunday, June 14, 2009

The Shower

the last shower - golden droplets abound
(Photo)




Hot water shoots through the calcium covered shower spout, hitting the ice-cold tile. Over time staining it the same orange-rust color as the water when it first bursts it’s way through the pipes. Hot, steamy water that washes over my skin trying to cleanse away the grime of I don’t know how many days.

Steam collects on the mirror, the frosted over cobblestone glass doors of the shower. At first a light cool frost that assembles as warm steam meets chilled glass, then a heavier condensation as the warm mist of the shower tumbles and curly-cues over the top of the sliding glass like clouds of dry ice.

The moisture builds and stacks till it is a layer of cool water on the mirrored finish. It pools and slides long, crystal clear tears down the glass. Like the salty, sweet suffocating kind that pool up and spill over my eyelids. Forming trails of wet, disrupted peach fuzz facial hair and grayish, black mascara that has taken this opportunity to release itself from it’s dried bondage of my eyelashes. Gathering together again at the corners of my lips. Pausing momentarily before rolling into my mouth and sliding down my throat. Swirling like the then ice cold shower water rolling round, and round, and round the drain after I shut off the spout.

Watching, as I tower above this miniature hurricane-black hole before it guzzles the last drops of water from the shower floor. Standing and taking in the remaining steam and warmth before sliding back the glass. The fog encapsulated in my little tile and glass box rushing forth, propelled by the crisp air in the room outside.

Reaching for the fuzzy comfort of the plush towel and catching my blurred reflection in the mirror opposite the open door. Refreshed and clean, soaking wet stringy clumps of hair hang from my head and sticks to my shoulders. H2o rivers running their way down my body before being stopped, sopped up and absorbed by a sea cotton loops.

~Sydney

Friday, June 12, 2009

Friday Favorites


(Photo by Cut it out you guys. I think she is so cute!)


So what has occupied me this week (or these few weeks as I am still trying to get my apartment into a nice workable order....) other than looking for work. Which is boring, and frustrating, and I hate it....I am on the brink of a panic attack I hate this work/money situation so much, it sucks to try and make a decent living in Los Angeles. I find that walks help though, and meditation. I just had a little walk and 10 minute meditation in the car, it did wonders. Although my chest is still tight...I feel better. I took The Man's last beer too (haha!) and am hoping that helps. So let's see, beer, walk, meditate, naked girls. and!:

This photo shoot from Libby Bulloff she is an amazing photographer whom I have a small girl crush on. It looks like she is quite a spot too, so if you are in Washington and want delicious looking photos done, do call her.

Ball and chain for work! I so need this, I am the most distracted person ever! I live in a tiny, congested box with the man I love, and it is so hard to think let alone get work done. This would be a cure all! Or not, I still like the concept.

Anybody out there? Bueller? Let's all go live in THE house. Imagine all the things you could do with that room of glass?...

Pretty Skulls!

I want everything this guy makes, swoon!

Do you have a Powerful Head? This set is intense, love it!

Ok, I am gonna go finish my beer. Have a magic weekend my dears! Don't do anything I wouldn't do! Which is....

not a lot! ;-P

~Sydney

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

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"The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."

-Allan K. Chalmers

Jean Jeanie







3 pairs of my dad's old Levi Jeans up on ebay, please have a look.


We are all totally broke right now, so why not buy these awesome thrashed, punk jeans for only $15?

It's a steal!

;)

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The ego blow....

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I need to pick myself up damit!

I also need a good birthday present for my sister for under $20....Wow, I have to work magic then huh?

Ha!

I'm out.