To the Girls of Grindhouse

Come on Little Miss

Orange you glad you didn't say banana?

via leatherette

I always knew that you were insane

She said she believes in robin hood and brotherhood and colors of green and grey.

a good day for this song i believe

Studded glory

good luck sitting down


rackk and ruin

if i put this on i might never take it off

Meant to post these some time ago...

Terry Richardson makes me happy

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If Persephone wore a garter..

thanks to rackk and ruin

How I wish I was Suzanne on a night like this

Sonia Rykiel meets Bubble Gum Bliss

Gareth Pugh: Strange and Sexy

Moonlight Ride

Betsey Spring 2010: Business Bunny

Lovin the Suit thing lately. Betsey gave us these little diddies.

These Eyes

Every Girl's Crazy Bout a Sharp Dressed Man

thanks to the sartorialist

Pretty Things

some lovely images from an editorial in Italian Marie Claire

All I'm Saying is...

Butt Cheeks are the Best

French Playboy: Classy as Hell

I have always been fascinated by the juxtoposition between fashion and high sexuality. Here's some amazingness for you..


Lily Cole for French Playboy

In the Holiday Mood

My new shoes..

and current love. they're by Mishka and they go with everything! :)

this is a photograph of me on www.onthecornerstreetstyle.blogspot.com, an argentine street style blog.

Winged Thing

thanks to rackk and ruin

Dazed and Confused goes Wild

I'd been waiting for this. It's a beauty.




thanks to rackk and ruin

Heart of Gold

Just gimme some kinda sign girl

just some laura dern

Today todah today

Went to MALBA, the museum of modern art here in Buenos Aires. There's an Andy Warhol exhibit there currently and it's quite wonderous. Saw some polaroids featuring Grace Jones, Arnold (before he was the governator), and the gorgeous Debbie Harry. It's a little surreal when you see the things you've talked about with all of your artsy friends since you were in high school up close and personal. Back then, words like 'the factory' and 'campbells' and 'edie' danced around with a kind of untouchable air. And then you see an exhibit featuring all the real things: the screen tests, the prints, the self-portraits in drag, and it feels a little fake. A little fake but not dissapointing. Not that kind of fake or surreal. The kind of fake where you laugh to yourself because it really isn't fake at all. This is getting a bit blabbery so I'll stop there. But I saw it and it felt great.

The King

The Elvis look is back full force..and it's a smoldering one.