I think he’s the love of my life.
“Storm King Art Center is a museum that celebrates the relationship between sculpture and nature. Five hundred acres of landscaped lawns, fields and woodlands provide the site for postwar sculptures by internationally renowned artists. At Storm King, the exhibition space is defined by sky and land. Unencumbered by walls, the subtly created flow of space is punctuated by modern sculpture.”
It was totally beautiful and completely worth the hour long drive to get there. If you haven’t been, go.
Learn more at their website.
The MAC PRO Team of makeup artists - fixtures backstage at over 175 fashion shows worldwide - will use Twitter this season to give real-time updates about their experiences working behind the scenes at the upcoming New York, London, Milan and Paris collections.
We shall now wait for the headline “Palin: In Comparison”.
Yeah. There’s only way to know for sure, but I think it would be a good idea if you kissed me.
I have a day off from work tomorrow.
Is it “weird” to go to the beach (read: Coney Island) by yourself?
Doing things alone, like going to the movies or the beach or shopping or whatever, is ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS a good idea. I promise.
is playing on my iPod right now.
My name is Rena. I’m 16 and I just lurve Nine Inch Nails. I go to the Scared Heart School for Girls in Heartsdale and all the nuns and the other girls are always giving me shit about my hair and my clothes and the Ministry patches on my backpack. I mean, really, if I want to dye my hair green or wear blood on my face for International Animal Rights Day, who’s fucking business is that? Oh, and it’s totally not like that was real blood anyways. Gross. Anyways, fuck it—my parents gave me $500 for prom this year—”dress like a lady,” mom said—so I’m gonna do it up. I’m gonna buy a wig, pigment dye this old wedding dress I found at the Goodwill, and top it off with a pair of these. It’s gonna be the best prom ever!