Girl of my Dreams

I want this. I need to expand my brooch collection.
Yeah I don't have money for Rodarte brooches or any other brooches.

Either the fact that this reminds me of fireworks, the Indian festival of Holi, African tribal art, or the fact that it can be a tunic over pants or a short dress makes me like it so much. I hope I get to England in time for the Matthew Williamson for H&M collection.
Listening to Ratatat.
Dave and Busters was amazing last night as well. Scored some free headphones, won the Jurrassic Park game (FINALLY), and got a monogrammed preppy ass tote bag that every college prep school kid from the midwest down to the South has.
L.L. Bean style Frank Hart bags in Beige and Cream.
Talk about disgusting.
But now I have one.
Beach bag?

I haven't been able to work on my collages lately but I really want to do one with neon metallics and sheer nuetrals with absolutely no gold (if possible). I bought my first issue of Interview. Emma Watson on the cover...seems promising. Warhol had a thing for the covershots. Remember Tom Cruise? Right before Top Gun came out I believe.
I hated Pretty in Pink. I want to see St. Elmo's Fire and The Warriors again.

But back to Interview. It's been a week and I haven't opened it. I'm scared. I don't want it to be another Rolling Stone. I. HATE. ROLLING. STONE. We need more magazines like Blackbook, Missbehave, Blender, and Lula.

It actually took me a while to grasp why it was that I liked magazines so much until I really read all the articles in MissBehave. It's like fucking epic history. It's a record of pop culture isn't it? A peek into the extraordinary lives of other people who you walk past everyday. There was recently an article in the very last print issue of MissBehave, where the writer was speaking about a Zine she became obsessed with. She bought it at the grocery store. We don't have Zines anymore. There's no more widespread underground culture like that. Why am I listening to Sunshowers? Hold on. ATB is good. I'll listen to them.
Whatever. But it's this devotion. There's a reason why people stick in page after page after page of random images of a girl eating candy in a shift dress outside on cracked pavement with the sun beating down on her perfectly done hair. There's symbolism. You think people just take obscure photos to show off how artsy they are? What about those who are truly "artsy"? Obviously they see something. And I'm beggining to see something now too.
I may have complained in an earlier blog, that what I love so much about all the stupid ancient poetry/weird things that I read/ etcetera is the ATTENTION TO DETAIL. And I complain that NOWADAYS, these YOUNG UNS, don't notice a goddamn thing. Like how becoming the rose behind your ear looks in dull light, or how sweet someone's perfume is, or how just a small splotch of color from the Ralph Lauren logo on a boy's shirt makes his eyes stand out.
WELL WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE
I NOTICE THESE THINGS. I NOTICE THE DETAIL.
That's why the pictorials MATTER. That's why the articles MATTER. That's why the layout design MATTERS.
It's not ALL commercial media bullshit. People care about what they put in, how these things are arranged.
I'm a big believer in individual interpretation. I don't think there is any way on Earth that anything can be interpreted Universally.
We all apply things to ourselves based on our own experiences.
(Probably why I almost failed English at multiple times in my high school career. WHICH IS NOW OVER :-D )

I'm rambling.
MAGAZINES ARE WHAT YOU MAKE THEM. There's obviously a big picture but the beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I see the subtext and the implicit stuff. Of course it LOOKS PRETTY. But WHY? That's what I ask myself anyway.
People have this attitude towards music. I used to as well. But then I realized music was a luxury. Ever since I heard a gunshot, ever since I heard the Palestanians crying, ever since I heard my father crying. Bono's songs aren't going to save the world.
I realized music was a luxury.
It's self- indulgent. We listen by choice in order to elicit certain emotions.
Not that I hate it.


Images. You only need your eyes to see and your mind to process. It's more accessible.
Seeing things has preempted hearing things.

That's why magazines are so important to me.
That's why I love them.

I'm really tired. I don't think that made sense. Reading Glamour for layout ideas and then sleep.