Fingers

I'm doing this post for selfish reasons more then anything else... I have a bunch of pictures of finger tattoos that I've collected and I want them all in one spot for safekeeping. I have a thing for finger tattoos...I love hands and I find finger tattoos sort of beautiful, albeit unprofessional. Which is sort of a drag, but maybe I could just wear big rings-which I do anyway.  Here are my favorite finger tattoos I've encountered on the Internet. I personally dig the last one the most because, well, that's practically my catchphrase. Maybe I'll get a bar tending gig in New York, then I could actually justify getting it...hmmm...

I Kept My Promise, Don't Keep Your Distance

I think about myself a lot. Not in an adoring, narcissistic way, but in a pondering, exploring way. I'm thinking of things that make me who I am, how I behave. No one really wants to hear a lot about who I am, what I do, so I'll make this post short-at least I'll try. I'm sort of helpless most of the time.  I read the instructions for microwave popcorn every single time I make it. When I get low on shampoo, I just wash my hair less. I plan my funeral, not my wedding, which I realize is weird and morbid, but I do it anyway. I want "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" to play at my funeral, and possibly "Violet Hill" and "Yellow". And I want white hydrangeas. I am supremely conflicted about cigarettes- I enjoy smoking, but I'm vain enough to worry that I'll get those gross little lines around my mouth when I'm old. Plus, cigarettes just don't seem very classy to me. So I only smoke cigarillos on the weekend, which actually isn't anymore classy or healthy for me, but it makes me feel better about doing it. I draw a lot, mostly little monsters and oddly misshapen cats, but sometimes I venture in a more whimsical style. I'm growing my hair out even though I'm doubtful it's a good look for me. My favorite nickname I have ever been called is 'Bumblebee'- it was clever and had to do with my butt, and maybe that's why I have a crazy desire to have the Patron bee tattooed on me. Plus, I like tequila. My favorite thing to eat is M&M's with peanut butter. As in taking a spoonful of peanut butter and plunging it into a bag of M&M's. Since I'm a poor college student, I make my instant potatoes with just water, because I don't have margarine or milk. The instant potatoes look like fish food, which I find both delightful and sort of repulsive. I like Halloween far more then any girl my age should, but I have not had the "Christmas Spirit" in years. People are surprised that I can take shots "like a champ", and music from Ke$ha has made me do some pretty crazy things. I regularly stay up to 4 in the morning studying. And I almost never, ever get stressed. I live by the words, "Whatever you want to do, do it now, for life is time and time is all there is", "experience all you can in life. Don't be the guy who doesn't know what a hangover feels like, don't be the guy whose never taken a road trip. Get out there and do things-look at a sunset, take a picture, paint, smoke,laugh, fuck, play, work, do whatever the hell you want to do, because what's stopping you? Put away the doubts, and just get out there." and "why the hell not?". I said I was going to try to make this short, but I guess that failed spectacularly.  I'm heading out for a night of debauchery. Sleep tight, or get off your butt and do the same.

Let's Find Something Dumb to Do

I was just staring out my window on the 11th floor at the intensely beautiful bluffs surrounding my little college town. They can't Not be beautiful, I've come to realize. In the Summer, when I first came here, they were lush green, rolling and dense, and I couldn't help but fall in love a little. When Fall came, the vibrant golds and reds made it seem like the bluffs were on fire, positively ablaze with seeming enthusiasm to shock and induce gasps of wonder before the Winter came. And now that Winter is here, the stark hills covered in a fuzz-like layer of bare trees seem so serene and statuesque that it just amazes me how beautiful old, worn out things are.
I ran across this editorial a long time ago, but I just thought of it again today. It has a sort of wistfulness that I always seem to associate with bluffs, hills, and old things, and it has the perfect blend of organic elements with ersatz beauty that just is awe-inspiring. One of my favorite editorials I've seen to date, although I say that about all my favorite editorials.

And I'm listening to Florence and the Machines- Dog Days. Go listen to it now. It makes you just want to just jump out of your seat and dance.

*Obscure Rock Song Lyrics Here*

Mad for McQueen

I've always loved Alexander McQueen- his designs toed the line between reality and fantasy so perfectly that it was impossible to not feel whimsical and dreamy just looking at the runway shots. That's why I was so wary of Sarah Burton's (who is now the designer for the Alexander McQueen collection) Spring 2011 RTW. With just the opening shot I was already biased against her (who could be as great as McQueen?), with the mother-earth vibe which contrasted sharply with McQueen's usually darker settings. But I as I wandered through the shots, I realized that while new, Burton was able to create fantasy and whimsy in the traditional McQueen aesthetic, but make it different, fresh somehow. The dresses themselves were remarkable in just the craftsmanship. Feathers and pleated organza, brocade and black leather- the dresses were startling to look at at first, but once I started staring, I just couldn't stop.

 

For some reason all I could think about was fairies, and which sorta of fairies would wear which dress. Fairy Royalty, Fairy Warrior, Fairy Secret Lover

and countless other characters that I dreamed up. By the end of the runway slideshow, I practically had a whole storyline of what a fairy world might be like. Everyone wore McQueen.

Even On Those Days When I'm Not Inspired, These Things Inspire Me

We Exist in a Space Between Lust and Love, Constantly Losing Ourselves in Between

 

"He knew that “I love you” also means “I love you more than anyone else loves you, or has loved you, or will love you,” and also “I love you in a way that way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.” He knew that it is, by love’s definition, impossible to love two people. "

— Safran, Everything is Illuminated by Johnathan Safran Foer