color me your color, baby
color me your car...

taurus.
it may seem like you're getting ahead of yourself or trying to be someone you're not ready to be.  but motivation is the key factor right now, and you've got it good.  occasionally life just happens to get better, but more often we make it so by tangible actions and conscious choices.  these need to be guided by a vision, preferably your vision.  you decide who you are - remember this - every time you meet someone.  the issue is not whether you deem them worthy of your love and attention.  rather, it's whether you feel like the reflection that you see, which really means liking the reflection you feel...eric francis.

inevitably, reading my horoscope always begins with an omigod this is so right on that ends in a this is such bullshit.  thanks eric francis, but you're not giving my sweaty palms here.  though miuccia, on spring/summer o four...

what i think is completely wrong at this time is anything that is fake or pretending to be something it's not.  like this fake avant-garde we have seen for the last ten years - avant-garde?  but an avant-garde of what?  -or this fake luxury, which isn't luxury at all.  in a way the seriousness of the moment in general highlights bullshit: really have something to say or say nothing.  what has been interesting this year is that everyone has been desperately searching for something, trying out different things, and then all of a sudden there seemed to be a feeling that this was the start of something new.  in many ways i think it has been about the courage to say what you really mean.  we do clothes.  let's do clothes.  it was time to take a decision, no tricks, and say, okay this is the point.  at present i'm interested in the reality of beauty, the reality of intelligence, the reality of useful.  ultimately, we are not artists, i've never pretended to be an artist.  fashion is an applied art, there has to be a use, clothes have to make sense to people.  anything that is connected to reality is the thing that i'm interested in, anything that makes sense...mp

call me shallow
call me pop
call me, call me anytime...

loverick.

leap year...

[i'm practicing your name so i can say it to your face]

lemmings are known for their unusual behavior.  about every four years, their winter tunnels and burrows become overcrowded.  there is not enough food for all the lemmings.  when spring arrives and the snow begins to melt, the lemming try to move to less crowded areas.  this is called migration.  they begin by making a mad dash in one direction.  nothing can stop them.  they run over rocks.  they swim through streams and try to swim across the ocean.  for their predators, it is a time of feasting.  most of the lemmings that do not drown or get eaten make their way into the forests.

nature provides a balance though.  following a 'lemming year,' other animals cannot find enough food either.  many starve to death.  others become prey...
larry dane brimner, polar animals, mcmxcvi

[funny thing for me to try to express]

loverick.

bubble hard in the double r, flashin' the rings...

...i've always liked the feeling of walking out of an apartment after sex.  a cigarette dangling between lips tender from a lover's playful nibbling.  counting the steps to the corridor.  hallway smells of late-night laundry and something overcooked.  walking past each door i imagine the scenes behind them.  a burmese woman writing a letter to her family, having no idea her mother was raped and later decapitated at a recent nationalist convention.  two roommates getting stoned and watching bugsy.  a man in elastic-legged sweat pants researching early british poets to impress his boss' son at tomorrow's company golf tournament.  another man in sweat pants taking digital photos of his feet...

holding a lighter in my hand i share an intimate moment with the city.  the fleeting lucidity of her mystique is long enough for her to show me she needs me.  enough to bridle my insecurities of a habitually parasitic relationship with her.  and in this moment, between city and i, my reverence and her humility, we say i love you.  and before i can completely trust her, i reach the corridor.  i light up and walk outside...

the air is a few hours older, a few degrees colder but altogether different.  i take a few steps, close my eyes, take a drag.  i can almost remember how it feels -

"hey," the burmese woman yells, "this you glove?"

her accent is really thick.  her hands are shaking.  it's the middle of april.  why would i be wearing gloves?  she points to the glove's mate, waving from the corner of my jacket pocket, "you. same glove."

i look closer at the glove she's holding.  her words are getting faster.  her accent is so thick i'm having trouble keeping up.  it looks wet, the glove.  she's definitely yelling now.  and it's not in english anymore.  before she starts attracting any attention i put her on mute.  the closed captioning is broadcast in english for some reason.  she's just repeating herself, "your glove, your glove, your glove."  by this point in my life i'd accepted the fact that gloves, like umbrellas and lighters are communal commodities.  shared, traded and left on porches and in cabs all over the world, you never really invest too much emotion into them.  but it was refreshing to see someone so concerned with returning property to its rightful owner.  i indulged her and took the glove.  i was right.  it was wet.

these gloves are really old.  like old old.  mom bought these gloves for me the winter of my forteenth birthday.  that was a weird year.  suburban upbringing breeds two monsters.  those who wear the fabric of suburban living to the mall and those who destroy that fabric, seam by seam.  that's when i discovered sex.  that's when i discovered drugs.  that's when i discovered fashion...

shut up, just shut up shut up...

loverick.

guys: emotionally retarded
girls: retardedly emotional

loverick.

ten things i hate about you...

your                vices
your fake       eye patch
your collar bones  your blitheness
your decisiveness  your shoe collection 
your inhibitions  your loyalty your
musical tastes your ability to
know what i need
before i
do

happy singles awareness day...
i could have met you in a sandbox...

loverick.