The Perils of Female Bonding

The Black Narcissus (written-directed by duo Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger - who also did The Red Shoes - amazing) invaded my life for twenty minutes of squeamish, edge of my seat attentiveness. I only had time to catch the last scene, but that punch-in-the-face of early Technicolor alone had me hooked (not to mention the gruesome ending). A brief run-down that will not give the film its due credit is that it's about a group of nuns who take up in a Himalayan palace. If you've ever lived in a dorm full of female students, you can imagine the devastating effects of the ensuing estrogen bomb.

BLAMMO!

Flotsam & Jetsam

Well, kids, here we are.

I've had such a tumultuous week/month/27th spring. The weather has sucked ass, plans have fallen through, ambitious records turned out to be scratched beyond repair and I'm eating Scrabble dust for the first time ever.

I feel like my creative redemption rests in writing more, and talking less shit. I'll continue to post whatever comes to mind, but I will also try to say something alongside pretty photos and random obsesses. I am also introducing a guest blogger to daisychaingang that I hope will envelop you all with the love, tenderness and genteel sarcasm that I experience on a daily basis - the filmophile of my heart, Elliot Burton. He now has my password, and as always, my heart (and face-melting, teeth-grating love). Cheers, fuckface.

Don't Go In The Woods

An awesome video of my gentleman friend scaring the crap out of customers and staff at Flavour! We dressed B.R. up in a Bigfoot costume (to commemorate the Hurley Pop-Up shop and colossal art installation Hurley donated) and coerced unsuspecting victims by promising a peek some seeeeecret paintings in the 'back'. I attribute at least some of the success of our scare tactics to Bryans' yeti-like stature and abundance of facial hair. Hilarity ensues.

Find out more about the artist here, and information on up-to-date Bigfoot sightings in your area right about......here

Cherchez la femme

Mood Bored

Pretty eye-catchers from Tumblr and an afternoon well spent.

Matthew Brandt and a very cool technique

....nothing lasts forever.

I'm back, baby! (like Mr. Costanza? ehh?)

Insano week - went vintage shopping in the city, had my first radio interview with the Wolf and Flavour's P.C.V.S team (I am a disaster on air, for your information), tons of events at work, crazy karaoke encounters of the drunk kind, a good ol' fashioned house party, and a gut-busting mothers day brunch to top it all off.

Now, I sleep...

What's a girl to do? Pondering the limits of our pocket books at 69 Vintage

I highly recommend mixing many beers with a few late night glasses of red wine for the best karaoke experience

Don't be a playa hata....

The height of blog-related laziness - go here now!

It's been a long day :) I'll catch you  up later tonight!

All The Way Mae

Who can resist early nineties Madonna? Before she toned down her image with Evita, there was the Blond Ambition Tour, Erotica, her highly criticized but hugely popular book "Sex", Body Of Evidence, telling David Letterman to smell her panties...She was fucking shit up, and looked great doing it.
Try to put the image of her now Gollum-like figure aside, and enjoy.

'A League Of Their Own'

'Sex' Steven Miesel

w/ Jean Paul Gaultier