February 2010
21 posts
Tim Burton's White Queen is based on Nigella... →
I know this movie is going to be a piece of shit, but Hathaway impersonating Lawson is a dealbreaker. I’m game.
Meal-turity.
I’m not sure if it’s my advanced age, my transformation into a yoga-addled borderline bodhisattva, or just that I’ve entered a new stage of Epicureanism, but I have reached the point where I don’t mind going about my business staggeringly hungry for a few extra hours, rather than throw together a lesser version of the meal I’ve planned in my head.
WatchOpening Ceremony SS/2010. Directed by Gia Coppola + Tracy Antonopoulos. Music by Coconut Records. Love.
“Art is about making money and getting the people you want to fuck to want to...”
– Cole Escola, from his and Jeffery Self’s interview in East Village Boys. Nevermind who conducted said interview. It’s totally irrelevant. Like, totally irrelevant.
via text:
saladforbreakfast:
“Is dating a Gemini always a bad idea?”
On behalf of my three ex-boyfriends: Yes.
A thing I ate that I loved.
The sinus pressure in my face was so intense Wednesday, that my teeth hurt. Luckily, I had the day off, and was poised to dedicate my entire being to sprawling, Season 3 of Mad Men, and Mucinex (despite the fact that this would mean not dedicating my entire being to yoga class, laundry, and saying goodbye to my friend who’s on her way to India for three weeks).
Instead, the universe...
I try to be a less hateful person, but then my... →
saladforbreakfast:
I’m so sick of all these motherfucking hippy backpackers in India.
With their stupid fucking lack of any personal hygiene and their stupid fucking broken English and their stupid fucking hippy life philosophies. (Direct overheard quote: ‘It is change—the only one that is always!’)
I am being hypocritical, of course: I thought I had new birthmarks until I exfoliated and they...
e.e. cummings, 1923
i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery with chasteness of sea-girls Will i complete the mystery of my flesh I will rise After a thousand years
lipping flowers And set my teeth in the silver...
Watchthingsiatethatilove:
Julie fucking Powell. Pig liver from The Meat Hook. Cleaving.
… no big deal!!
If I could choose my last meal on earth it would absolutely have to be my mom’s liver and onions. Not, like, her liver, but… you get the idea. I prefer the onions charred and fried with the liver, not caramelized, but to each their own. This is best eaten with rice and a thick...
RIP Alexander McQueen. →
britticisms:
Fashion genius Alexander McQueen commits suicide…This is devastating.
Watchthingsiatethatilove:
“Which one do you wanna eat?”
Revolution cupcake style now!!!!!!!!!!
I will buy this book for my housemate who is not at all a feminist, but soooo this book’s target demo. Then we will eat $5 cupcakes because I would rather cook than bake.
“Things change. People change. Relevancies change. Who you are this moment...”
– Amanda Finelli