I walked into the room dripping

in

GOLD.

transparent, light.

The yellow warmth

in my side

turned to stone

when I saw Jinny kiss Louis.

I shall eat grass and die in a ditch in the brown water where

dead leaves have

rotted.

...

Maison Martin Margiela

The veil. sighs*

Diamond Bones mentioned it here.

I mentioned it a while ago but insist on re-posting because of how fantastic it is.

sister smile

Glad I got girls, GRRL.

Jeanine Deckers, the musical Belgian wonder known as

the Singing Nun.

This song is so light and airy and it makes me wander through flowery green meadows like the ones in the sound of music but I could also imagine it played in a slasher flick when the unsuspecting are being preyed upon. shivers!

Who needs Maria when you've got Lara and Gemma?

amen.

†

Lola

Pretty telling I suppose

Working with high priestess Lindsay Jones of Outlaws of the Border.

Fall/ Winter 2010 Jewels.

Stay tuned

P o n i e s.

a virtue.

AnOther video collage of perfection by Karim Ghahwag of Efterklang.

Video made for "The Very Last Resort" from Trentemøller's album "The Last Resort"

Please Let It Load before watching it otherwise the show will be all

stop 'n go and no fun!

After all, Patience is a Virtue.

Enjoy!

doldrums and daffodils.

Today, I got bullied for the first time since I was 9. I lived in England

and the boys in my grade made fun of me for having an

American accent. I blush.

Jejune!

SO,

on my way home on the train I was kind of bummed. I thought the bully was sorta a friend, no doubt and I was kind of feeling like there was a GIGANTIC "V" for vendetta on my forehead... the poke was a passive aggressive petal. a pretty dumb one. Regardless.

Incidentally, there is a kind man that sells flowers outside of the subway stop by my house. He is always there, and no one ever buys any flowers from him.

(Lola, you say, this is such a sad tale. and what is up with this depressing pic of a brunette metaphorically standing in as you appearing downcast and trodden?-- hang in there it is meaningful I swear!)

Well, I bought a bouquet of daffodils from this man.

Yellow and White.

And on my way home, I made a quick delivery and put them through the bars of the bully's conveniently situated first floor window.

I was in

the

BELLY OF THE BEAST!!

The motivation for this murky monster most likely lurking belligerently inside, or hungover and in a blue gatorade coma.

Cronies abound lurking for sure!

(this much I know. cryptic references aside.)

.

I could feel the gloominess and doldrums seeping out of the window. I could almost see it like a thick green fog emanating from a faery-tale swamp. The daffodil was soaking it up like a sponge.

Because it was too blindingly beautiful of a day.

and I can't stand Clowns dressed up as Princes.

I "sorta, kinda" felt better!

garçonnets, abdicate your thrones.

*(photos by Samuel Hodge. view his ba ba ba beautiful blog here)*

Because there is a rose in Spanish Harlem...and a Daffodil in the East Village: Ben E. King and the Drifters

x,

Lola

milken skinned.

i am a bird

and that

is all.

bright and brilliant photos from denmark

c. woehler

has been my favorite photographer for some time. it is hard to release these secret treasures

but

sharing

is caring.

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"tought titty said the kitty, but the milk's still good."

Dear,

non-dairy please.

milken skin is the order of the day.

You are False. an imposter. party people confuse. 4 blocks up of No Good.

Will be golden down south on B.

i am a bird

and that

is all.

Toe-ing the line.

will i finish?? sweat shop.

moth wings

if a song could remind me of a moths wings. dusty. butterfly powder. this would be it.

one of my all-time favorite videos.

A Karim Ghahwagi collage.

a backyard betty

a good way to start my morning.

ponyboy

a little gift sent by one J. Stockton.

just like the wind.

when winter defrosts...

"I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees."

"Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?

Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed."

"You can cut all the flowers

but you cannot

keep spring from coming."

Photos from Muse and fashion squad

Poems P. Neruda

insomnia's got me down... or up, rather.

sleepy sounds,.'.,'*

warpaint- b-i-l-l-i-e h-o-l-i-d-a-yyy

in BK mar. 3rd at the music hall of williamsburg.

s l u m b e r ,

L

not your girl anymore, okay?

I just want to change the color of your mood ring

Art Smith

modernist jewelry circa 1962

From the Village to Vogue

Art attended Cooper Union, and lived and worked in Greenwich Village and Harlem. Hey! you know where that is too? cool. great bio here.

"Patina" Necklace

“A piece of jewelry is in a sense an object that is not complete in itself. Jewelry is a ‘what is it?’ until you make it relate to the body. The body is a component in design just as air and space are. Like line, form, and color, the body is a material to work with. It is one of the basic inspirations in creating form.”

-Art Smith

"Galaxy" Necklace and earrings 1962

Pretty and shiny. What's that bird that loves sparkly shiny things? I am that bird.

Beautiful glam. These are more like sculptures, to me, than jewels. Wearable sculptures.

"Metallic Boa" Necklace 1964

Inspired by Calder's mobiles. fancy that.

"Lava" Bracelet 1946

This one is attractive. In a different way. In a

gothy,

art-nouveau-y

way.

bedouin bedouin bedouin

click for more artists who became jewelers from the 1930's, 40's etc...

Check his stuff out. It's at the BK Museum until March 14th 2010. Call me, let's go.

Also, who is going to teach me to cast metal. Please. Diamond District that. Soon.

L

fucked up friends

pale to compare

I am in the market for new shoes. I have the sad task of replacing the best ankle boots I ever bought. Like the genius I am I decided to wear them the night the sky took a big blizzardy poo on the lawn that is NYC. For those of you that remember that fateful evening of Dec. 20th.

Alas. that is in the past! So now I move on. I am looking for black booties. not open toe. ones that are good for winter AND spring. The Dancing kind. The kind that hurt you feet. yes.

Because of my undiagnosed ADD. The search for these very specific shoes have led me through mountains and over rivers. and visa versa.

Somehow I landed at the Opening Ceremony shoe page...

The next question is-

Which personal belongings must I sell to get these???

black and uhh...

VELVET!!

for those of you who never got me a christmas present. act now. make it fast, make it swift.

redemption is a click away!

sitting in the back seat, smoking a cigarette. y o u.

Sight. Now,

s o u n d.

One of my very dearest lady loves: Lindsay Jones Diamond Bones played this song during our cabin escape over New Years. I finally found out that it was Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros.

Diamond Bones, too, is in transition between her manic panic plum hair and some incarnation of pony pastels. Inspiring ruby, fearless heartshine*

In my hair this morning...

I dyed my hair earlier today for the very first time!

It's only a little Pony's tail from the bottom layer of my hair. More to come. For now, the rest has been left "ah-naturale." (sp?)

It is pastel violet and is currently in a little pony braid.

The rest which has been retouched is Alice Dellal inspired with the side shaven so the rest can be flipped over like a pony mane. nayyy.

Giles Spring 2010

*The shades are pretty incredible too...and yea, I guess the garb.

Want.

Patrick Demarchelier:

This one found in POP maggy mag.

Pony Mane

go ask her,

Alice Dellal

Alice photos via fashion grunge & cheap champagne via Oyster & I-D.

So that is it. My pony mane.

Inspired by

Pretty ponies

Shawn Jeffers

Alice Dellal

Diamond Bones

Giles Spring 2010

...magic and scum*

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Hard to see now. Find me in person, Pony!

x