This is why he's hot.

This company never ceases to amaze me.

One word: INNOVATORS

American Apparel's Dov Charney hustles ass-less tights.

August 1-7 marked 18th annual celebration of World Breastfeeding Week. Contemporary art inspiration surely ensues...

'Angelina Jolie Sculpture Raises Awareness Of Breastfeeding'

'A bronze statue of Angelina Jolie breastfeeding two babies is to be unveiled in Oklahoma City.

The sculpture – titled Landmark For Breastfeeding – was created by artist Daniel Edwards and will be unveiled on September 11 at MainSite, a contemporary art gallery. An official copy of the sculpture is expected to be auctioned by Sotheby’s on October 6 for the New York Academy of Art’s annual Take Home A Nude art auction.

“Landmark for Breastfeeding” was inspired by last year’s cover of W magazine featuring Angelina Jolie feeding her new babies.'



Intrigued by Edwards' inspirations, I decided to do a little research.

Daniel Edwards is a contemporary, American sculptor, who is known for his controversial, pop-culture-inspired pieces. This Jolie sculpture took him 3 years to complete. His other works include:

"Monument to Pro-Life: The Birth of Sean Preston" - a sculpture symbolic of Britney Spears' decision to put her career on hold and have kids...



... you can search the 360° on this one.

"Paris Hilton Autopsy" - A warning to underage, female prom-goers...





A few others, that I will let you search on your own, but involve other high-profile, symbolic names (Hillary Clinton, Oprah Winfrey, etc.). With ease, Edwards is able to translate his ideas of our pop culture-istic society into his sculptures and bring meaning to something so dysfunctional. What a GD genius.

Gotta Love America

Recent Craigslist rant and rave finding...

'Burger regret'

"Shortly after consuming half a 9 lb. pizza burger, I began to sweat profoundly and hallucinate. Nine hours later I had a colostomy bag installed and a lung removed."



My first thoughts were somewhere along the lines of 'that is f***ing disgusting', if that's not what they were for you, then something is wrong with you. But then I couldn't figure out if I felt sorry for the poor bloke who was stupid enough to try to eat a goddamn 9 LB PIZZA BURGER. So wait, I'm confused... It's a pizza and a burger? Oh, I get it. They used 2 full blown pizzas as the buns. Nope, don't feel sorry for you. As if Americanized pizza wasn't fattening enough. We had to go and put a cow patty in the middle. I'm trying to do the math here... According to Yahoo! Answers, 1 pizza approx. = 1.5 lbs. x 2 = 3 lbs. So your telling me you tried to eat a 6 lb burger and 3 lbs of pizza at the same time?! Way to go, man. No wonder you wound up in the ER. Maybe you should call up Jared from Subway for some nutrition advice, that's just foul.

Faces

I have no friends, so I draw my own.

UNTITLED

(charcoal and pencil)

JON

(oil pastel on blackboard)

Heel Kicks

As you all know, my good friend Jess and I have a dirty hobby of cyberly talking about the happenin', hip shit. Like true artists, we try to keep a non-materialistic motive, but that never really works out. We like to talk about fashion... I mean what do you expect? We're girls. Which means we love shoes. And if there is one post-college thing I can conclude about the two of us, it's that she likes sneakers, and I like heels. Its kinda like how Keanan feels about.... tittays?

Nevertheless, Jess is a street sneaker connoisseur, and a beautiful stiletto to me is pretty much an aphrodisiac. With this in mind, I have created the dirtiest, street loving, chic shoe ever known to mankind. I give you the Jessica Chinn......



Sporty sneaker or sexy cutout bootie? I say yes to both.



Perforated leather bootie with open toe and cutout heel. Lace-up closure at front and Velcro closure at ankle. 1.25" covered platform and 4.5" covered wedge heel. Distressed rubber sidewall and sole.

Whether you hittin' the street or the strip club, retailing for $3,500 you can't go wrong.

Money Matters

So I saw Transformers 2. It was amazing. You can immediately tell how much more money they had for round duex. Shia-boof beefed up, but I never got the shirtless shot I was waiting for. And then there's this....

Valentino: The Last Emperor

8 Reasons why you should see this documentary...

1. People like Valentino remind us that the fashion industry is not superficial nonsense.

2. Art comes in many forms and designers are true artists with a genuine love for beauty.

3. I cried (I don't really know why, though - maybe you could tell me).

4. If you like to be inspired.

5. It's playing at the San Diego Civic Theatre (awesome historical dwelling).

6. If you like clothes.

7. Because Valentino Garavani is one of the most charming old men I have ever laid eyes on and his ideas are far from frivolous.

8. Jackie O was rad.

Life Research 1.5: People like to celebrate their hard move with a party.

BACKGROUND RESEARCH:

From my previous Life Research Conclusion, we now know that moving can be very tough. Luckily, the Moving Gods invented something called "Housewarming Parties", where the new house inhabitants invite their friends and family over to drink and celebrate the new home.

HYPOTHESIS:

One house mover's hard work is completely paid off by an excellent housewarming party.

EXPERIMENT:

Throw a "Housewarming Party" where friends can fully basque in the freshly personalized, new home. Coincidentally, my good friends Rachel and Maddy also experienced a move around the same time which resulted in a Friday night "Housewarming Party" and M & R's and a Saturday "Housewarming Party" at Amy's.

RESULTS:

Nuff' Said.



































CONCLUSION:

Any excuse to party is a good one.

Life Research 1.0: What would make moving much harder than it already is?

BACKGROUND RESEARCH:

Moving is hard.

DO procrastinate.

Finding a place to move to is NOT a priority.

DO leave town the weekend you are supposed to be moving.

If you have finals, DO leave as much packing and moving for when studying becomes very important.

HYPOTHESIS: Moving is hard if you follow all of the above guidelines.

EXPERIMENT: Moving from 1414 Grand Ave. to 4007 Everts in one night, during finals, after partying extremely hard in Portland, Oregon and losing my phone.

After getting out of class at 10 PM, Jenna, Jessica and I frantically tried to pack up my boxes, furniture and massive amount of clothes into 3 cars and rally over to the new pad. We tied my mattress to the top of Jenna's car with left over cable and sketchily drove through the streets of PB at 1 AM.

RESULTS:

Late night mess = No sleep before finals. Yippee.

CONCLUSION:

If you like stress and would like to make your next moving experience extremely hard, follow all the guidelines above. Simply put.

Life Research

I apologize to my millions of readers for my recent lack of posting. My life has just been so eventful and over dosed with blog worthy situations, I didn't even have time to write! How sad.

I now intend to make that up to you.

During one of my hot off the books conversations with my new friend (whom I will not mention their name for privacy reasons) we concluded that life is like one big research project. After all of my years in school it would only be appropriate to apply the scientific method to my life experiences. Here is my lab book.

I can't believe I didn't know about this.

Yes, yes I know it's been a while. And I'm sorry. This post will be short, sweet, and to the point.

It became a pressing matter, when I realized that only just now this song entered my life.

Every now and then I "stumble upon" a song that makes me feel like I left my body and went to another planet. When I listen to the buttery intersections of beats, clicks and choir, my mind has the ability to completely abandon my body and I am immediately engulfed into a familiar realm of lucid happiness. I love this song a lot. That's it.

Thanks for stalking me, Mom.

I am officially the queen of awkward. And here is my crown.

(click photo)

Our friendship is this.

Yess and I are friends. We've been friends for a while. But her living and Boulder, CO and me residing in San DIego isn't good for our friendship. Thanks to the internet we can still talk everyday, on multiple chats, at once. Click on the picture to see why this is necessary.

Just to clarify, she is NOT at work when this goes down.

My 9 year-old brother....

...has a cell phone.



Am I old? I strongly believe in the parenting skills of my step mom, but are we at that time now? My near 60 year-old stepdad has never owned one. I'm not even sure if he knows how to answer my mom's flip phone, and Brandon is texting me with punctuation.

This does not work people.

I know in this day and age we are all trying to do our part on going green, but this just won't do the job like a paper towel.....

and the culprit is...

I know she looks innocent, but don't be so quick to jump to conclusions.

Trying to clean up liquid messes on pool tables with hot dog or hamburger buns doesn't work.

I don't wanna grow up, I just wanna be a SD kid.

After 5 1/2 years of gracing us with her lovely presence, I think I speak for most when I say "BOO!!" to Allisaughn's departure back to Chesterton, Indiana. Don't worry we all understand that it's the right thing to do, starting your life after college with a "degree-inspired" job position is what's expected of graduates. These days, finding a personally satisfying job in San Diego with a marketing degree is like... well no metaphor equivalent to that stress level comes to mind, but I'll just say becoming a carny might be a better option.

So just to prove to Al that San Diego has other options for career goals, I threw a couple of ideas her way...

OPTION #1: Found this one on craigslist.org (love that site)...

"We can only pay a very minimal salary at this point, but we promise copy and credit, and a potential for this to turn into a long series of projects with the possibility of higher pay a long way down the road. This is a terrific opportunity for anyone just starting out.

By this Friday afternoon (5/22), we need the following:

1. We start from a shot of a character's hand with a blue-footed booby on it (we will provide the initial hand shot), and the camera pulls back very slowly away from the earth to reveal galaxies and the universe, all the while following the bird as he flies into infinity. This shot will last approx. 3 minutes.

2. We need a fake time-lapse sequence of this same bird hatching from an egg and growing into adulthood. Would prefer for the background/environment to look like time-lapse, so we'd need the lighting changes of days passing and seasons changing, over the course of a year. Keep in mind that his feathers will have to go from baby chick feathers to adult ones, through several molting stages. Perhaps growing and dying flowers in the foreground, to signify the time passing? I don't know if there will be time for that.

3. We need a shot of the Transformers fighting, but we will change their faces a bit. Similar style to the movie. Also refer to Narnia as a reference (the robot parts, not the animals). These shots will have to be photo-real in order to match the rest of our film, which is photographed with a film camera. I still don't know much about computers or animation, but I assume we need someone with a good familiarity with Photoshop, or maybe Flash or Shockwave Director.

Thanks for your help, and if anyone has time to work on this, please have them email me!"


I thought Allison would like this one because she's always doing fun projects on Photoshop, but I guess not.

OPTION #2: I actually thought this on was pretty realistic, seeing as how she lives DT (another craigs ad)..


SAN DIEGO NIGHT CLUB SECURITY GUARD
Looking for people for nightclubs downtown and various other locations. This is a part time position and you must be available Friday and Saturday nights. This is a customer service orientated position. This position requires a CA Guard Card but we can assist in getting one. Prior nightclub experience is a plus. Females are encouraged to apply. Please reply with a resume and cover letter. Compensation: 10 dollars per hour.

But after weighing the options (110 lbs, to be exact), we immediately realized this wasn't the best option.

OPTION #3: I heard she makes a mean BLT (my personal favorite ad)



After some serious searching, debating and trying to convince Allison to stay - even with her very own party at a HUGE mansion with tons of rich people there, buff, hot guys

and cool stuff like that, she stuck with her decision: to go home. So to wish her off with the best of luck on her solo drive of "soul searching" we ate fish and rice rolled together and drank martinis and off she went!... Obviously after sleeping off the martinis people, c'mon. The emigration of another awesome person out of San Diego marks a sad day for all of us, but it just gives me a new #1 reason to visit Chi, a very close 2nd: meeting Lupe Fiasco, of course, and a little more distant 3rd: Prochnow and La la la loooooooke.

BYE ALLI - SAN! BYE JEEP CHEROKEE!

some serious discussions of Allison's options to stay...

...and what happens when she says she still has to go...

A few friends.

Damn Jenna's eyes are BLUE

And Kimbo's got rad SHOES

Dinner in our secret booth....

Allison is on the far right.

Now you know why security guard position was silly of me to bring up.

So here's to you, Allison, we love you!

"The Key Is In Your Mind"

Now, what I'm about to share with you, my friend, is a tale about my journey to another world. Words will never do our animated expedition justice, but I will try. Unfortunately, due to the extreme spontaneity of the itinerary there are very limited forms of evidence. 

I'll start from the beginning...

El Dorado is a smaller dive bar in downtown that recently opened its doors to all the scenester, hipster kids of this fine city. We made a group decision to branch out and discover what San Diego has to offer, El Dorado was the perfect calling. Soon enough we discovered we were all having an "off" night. Which resulted in Allison becoming a pyro at the bar, Rachel being locked out of her house in the morning (which is actually becoming a norm), and me meeting Eric-is-rad outside of El Dorado while Allison has everything emptied out of her purse on the sidewalk in a desperate attempt to find her favorite lighter. 

 

The plan was to all (Allison, me, Dani and Rachel) crash at Allison's pad downtown but ended up just being me and her. The cab ride home was fun....

(driver was fluent in Spanish)

Amy: Vamos a segundo y mercado por favor.

Driver: Ah! Si, segundo y mercado..

Allison: NO!!! SECOND AND MARKET! IT'S SECOND AND MARKET!

After dancing around Allison's house for about 30 minutes to the same song (Zero, by Yeah Yeah Yeahs) and realizing how tired of the song and in general we were, she remembered she was invited to a festival earlier that day by her friend Mike. After looking at the line-up, venue, etc., we decided in a drunken stammer that it was the best idea EVER and we would figure it all out in the morning. 

The next thing I know it's 10 AM and I am lying on a barren apartment floor, but hearing Rachel's voice. "Allison! It's Rachel!"... ("um, where am I again?, oh yeahh Allison's a.k.a. R. Kelly's penthouse"). 

*side note: When I go out and drink, I usually go to bed/pass out with the expectation of waking up sober the next morning. It always baffles me when I don't. Isn't it a phenomenon?

After getting back to my house and somewhat recuperating and recapping the night, Allison calls. "Soooo, do you still wanna go to that concert tonight?". Now, in these types of situations its better NOT to weigh the positive and negatives. So I didn't. The next events happened rather fast. Allison came over, we made ultimate headbands and cut-off Tee's and completely electrified ourselves out for the show of our lives. Line-up included DJ Z-TRIP, THE ROOTS, TALIB KWELI & HI-TEK, ABOVE & BEYOND, CHROMEO, MENNO DE JONG, ARMAN VAN HELDEN, DOES IT OFFEND YOU, YEAH? and more...

Around 4:00 PM we make it to Mike's house, which is right about when our hangover starts to set in. Not fun in traffic, bleh. Not to mention Mike was a complete stranger to me, nor did I have any idea what I was getting myself into. We get to Orange, where we meet two of his friends, Dana and Michelle. Dana is a 19-year-old college student, who works part time at Disneyland as freakin' Minnie, Mickey and Stitch. Yes. You know who I'm talking about. The characters who prance around in full body costume suits and take pics with you. If you have done this recently there is a good chance it was Dana. Allison and I think this is absolutely awesome.

(this is really Dana)

We get to the fairgrounds around 10:30 PM, ready to party. Oh and I should mention, when Allison and I were at Dana's house, we needed a little snack. She offered us some gummy bears and we gladly accepted and finished the whole bag... oops. So back to the concert; parked the car and danced all the way to the front gates. Thousands of people dressed (and un-dressed) in any which way you could imagine. The outfits that stood out to me the most were the ones worn by what they call "Candy Kids". Mostly consisting of females, wearing full body fish net apparatuses, with some sort of skimpy top and booty shorts. You know those Uggs, made out of fur and they're huge and hairy? Those. In all colors. Everywhere. And the bracelets, oh the bracelets! These people make hundreds of brightly colored, beaded, elastic bracelets and wear them all the way up their arms to their shoulders. It's unreal.

First stop: Electro Stage for some Does it Offend You, Yeah? Amazing. Walk outside to see Z-Trip, and then... VVOOOMMMMM.. WHOA... Me:"Allison do you feel that?" Allison:"No, What?". A wave of crazy energy was running over me and it was something close to Godliness. Weird. So I just went with it, saw another great performance and moved the trance room. And somewhere in the middle of the Menno De Jong set, Allison and I looked at each other and I knew it hit her too. We were experiencing complete elation, totally intoxicated by the bass and the synthesized beats of the DJ. We probably felt like what the Rockefeller Christmas tree feels like when it's lights get turned on for the first time. 

As the night went on it only got better. During Chromeo's marvelous performance and most incredible dance party, we managed to pick up a lone ranger, which wasn't hard to do since Allison and I were on cloud 9, ready and willing to meet everyone who was up for us. Justin was his name and he literally came out of no where. All of a sudden we were dancing like needy girls and he was giving us bonafide lovin'. It was a match made in heaven. For the rest of the night Allison, Justin, Mike and I cruised around that fair like we were on ecstasy, or something. 

J. SAUCE THE GREAT

Highlights include: Allison and I dancing on their shoulders, the lights, dancing to Above & Beyond, drinking copious amounts of water, the lights, feeling the bass in your chest, smuggling gum in, making love to my headband-scarf thing, the lights, and making a new friends... oh and having serious connections with everything we came into contact with. 

It was amazing. We didn't even know what hit us.

We left the show around 5 AM got back to San Diego around 8 AM, chilled at Mike's to pull ourselves back together and left Encinitas around 3 PM. Feeling extremely deranged and loony we stopped at a coffee shop in hopes of a cure. After an ineffective team effort of searching for the bathroom key, the only thing we found was a sign that was trying to play a psychological prank on our brains. A sign that read..

"THE KEY IS IN YOUR MIND"

Apparently, the coffee shop thought it was clever to make the customer think that the key for the bathroom was a figment of imagination, little did they know that our minds were already in concentrated bubbles of cognitive illusion.... We drove back chatting the whole way and safely arrived back home in San Diego around 4 PM. What a wild, wild ride that was.

Now, you're probably wondering how we came to that state of mind without taking any drugs. Well, Allison and I didn't come to find out until later that Dana had gotten the gummy bears we had devoured from the Genie in Aladdin at Disneyland. Our conclusion was that he probably put a spell on them....