Down by the water

I could easily wear a wedding gown without ever thinking of marriage, you know that. You must know that. I could wear thousands of  mournfol black feathery hats and not drop a single tear. I wanted to go down and place my body next to that low summer-dried water, I wanted to start playing with…

The city sunset over me

  acrophobia Recent studies consider that fear of falling, along with fear of loud noises , is one of the most commonly suggested inborn or non-associative fears. The newer non-association theory is that fear of heights is an evolved adaptation to a world where falls posed a significant danger. The degree of fear varies and…

These precious things, let them break their hold over me

You can honk all your horns, boys…you know it’s too late. Where were you when I used to hide my skinny white legs? Were you holding wider thighs between your arms, were you dreaming of creamier consistencies or fuller lips hips breasts? I’m sure you were, I’m sure you still are. Were you making fun…

It just takes a beat to turn it around

The Eighties…there was so much room for glitter and glory, for pointy shoes and shoulder pads. There’s still a feeling of clean and genuine power whenever I put on a shiny blazer with enormous shoulder pads or when I try some  forgotten party dresses from girls who used to be 20 during the 80s. Oh,…

New York state of mind

I’m off the L.A. mood for the moment. Slowly sliding towards the  New York melancholy/hysteria, maybe because fall is so near. Maybe I’m just wishful thinking and trying to deny all the L.A. and all the sun and desert around me. I miss fall, I remember falling asleep late at night and waking up at…

Is this L.A. enough for you?

Got this less than a dollar dress on Saturday. It even had a needle on it, barely holding itself, the needle stung my finger. I didn’t know what it was and then I saw the needle. I put it on, it was like the needle wasn’t ever there, but I knew it and so I…

Mr. Mojo Risin’

My favourite words for the week : rawness, harshness, visceral. I’ve been dreaming of leather jackets, palm trees and lost highways. I’ve been thinking that I don’t feel like an L.A. woman while listening to this song. I feel more like him, like JimfuckingMorrison, riding the snake. It’s just that at the  seventh mile I…

Pawn Shop Blues

I’ve been reading all these stories about sweet broken American girls, living in a L.A., trying to make it somehow. Lana’s talking at some point about a choice between love and knowledge. That’s how borken girls sing about love and she knows it. With their perfect high blonde hair and their merciless pouts, they burst…

Now the camera’s on and you’re alive again

They’re saying that Lana del Rey’s collection for H&M is so L.A. noir. You should be very careful with those words. You should be careful with that city. This is definitely not L.A. and never will be. But how do you sell clothes when you’re singing about girls that are so tired and so drunk…

A Dandy Warhol

it felt weird to wear new clothes for a change. the shoes, hat and bag were the only second hand items. People were passing by with their sweaty children and plastic bags. And I felt uneasy but then I realized there was nothing wrong with me. And I smiled. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJLDjYRfx3g pictures by Irina Toma