Goodbye, Girls!

Worlds apart or where did all my friends go? This is a Goodbye, Girls! think piece. illustrations by Nina Cosford  Girls: the beginning of a beautiful friendship Girls entered my life in my first year of graduate school. Just like Hannah Horvath, I had graduated college. However, I was less sure about me being a writer…

Miss Tutli-Putli’s guide to faux furs

  It’s cold, but you don’t want animals to suffer for you comfort. The solution is obvious: buy faux fur coats, as many as you can and in every possible and obnoxious color! I own a wide selection of faux fur coats, most of them bought from second hand stores in Bucharest. This particular coat…

I’m not gonna drown in my own blue sea

Fiecare colț al orașului, fiecare colț al camerei taie și mai adânc, rupe, sfâșie, sfârâie, mă topește și tot ce știu să fac e să mă plimb pe străzi cu umbrela roz de douăzecidedolari până se face seara și mă întorc în cămin și mă păcălesc în fiecare seară cu o țigară mentol și o…

You did leave a bad taste in my mouth

Între două lumi mereu, niciuna a voastră. Cu o mână întinsă aproape sfidător, nu uit aproape niciodată să zbor. Cu cealaltă mână ţin strâns o valiză neagră, gata să o trag după mine, acum e zgâriată de pisici, reparată de Vivian, iarăşi zgâriată de pisici, folosită la cărat de saci cu adeziv, spălată de Vivian,…

They were right when they said we are breathing under water

But in twenty-five years she’ll be silver, In fifty, gold. A living doll, everywhere you look. It can sew, it can cook, It can talk, talk, talk. It works, there is nothing wrong with it. You have a hole, it’s a poultice. You have an eye, it’s an image. quote from Sylvia Plath : The…

And in my heart a flower dies slow like a campfire covered in piss, my love

Tranformări inutile. Tragi după tine o rochie de mireasă pe care tu ai ales-o dintr-un magazin second-hand din West Village, faţă în faţă cu biblioteca, adu-ţi aminte adică şi nu uita să închizi al doilea ochi câteodată. Nu de alta, dar tragi după tine buruieni ca fata blondă din Melancholia şi toate mirosurile lumii de…

Henry Miller kind of hat

Henry Miller’s New York is not my New York, although I sometimes think it is. “New York is cold, glittering, malign. The buildings dominate. There is a sort of atomic frenzy to the activity going on; the more furious the pace, the more diminished the spirit. A constant ferment, but it might just as well…

Fake memories with Atomic TV / De anul 2000 să nu vă fie frică

Colier de plastic, bluză verde cu buricul [ aproape] gol, nelipsiții blugi, cărare [aproape] pe mijloc, ruj [aproape] maro “și eu sincer te doresc”. Aceste imagini sunt un tribut adus copilăriei mele petrecute uitându-mă la clipuri pe Atomic TV, gândindu-mă că vreau să port topuri transparente și strâmte și să îmi pun mult gel în…

Neon blue swans

I spent Friday night in a Thai place near Penn Station and Madison Square Garden. I guess the restaurant is right beneath a subway station. It smells nice and the food is great, but the floor vibrates whenever a train passes underneath. I waited for him while thinking that the restaurant wasn’t making a big…

Back of a truck

“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was – I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam…

Cruel summer/ American Psycho on the Upper East Side

“…there is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply…