Purpurated habitually: this delicate lunge.
Mellowly dramatic sparrows on my fluffed-up heartbeat.
The forge.
Reality went all glib and masturbatory…like difficult money.
The poetry should TEAR UP the space (as a kind of scrounge). Right?
Ampling into a rough and beautiful future, not ignoring plumes.
Let me hold you as a hypnotized tongue.
Torrent of vibrant nos in the decorative blame arcade.
I couldn’t sleep at all last night: like a fabric swan.
And on that weirdness now I lay my weary curls.
Outfit blogging returns at the request of Jill Bohn, beautiful mother of Gary Sullivan and therefore beautiful mother-in-law to me. Today I am wearing black Docs (so often pictured in this series), super-warm lavender glitter tights, sort-of-Lolita schoolgirl skirt in lime plaid with black tulle underlayer, and purple and black warm items on top. The feline presence in the upper photo is Dante, who is lamentably huge but very very sweet.
Otohime 
some of this went into me
like a javelin
thrown from a great height
the particularity
of
nos
was exhilarating
and fulfils an exemplus
of an aesthetic
which is like
i don;t know
already there
or something i like
its badass
its archaeological
and its vennusian
there is something
erotic and feminine
about distributed
sound connections
and their ironico-cool
relationships
i cant quite pin it down
and I DONT WANT TO!
totally dig the outfit!
I am so into this idea
of like contradictory
encodings or layers or whatever.
plus there's just a whole lot
of personal proclivities
that you seem to bring out
that related to a system approach
that just
healthy.
strong.
like young cheeks.
of either end.
🙂
You know, Lanny, it's interesting, as I was writing this on the train this morning, or weaving around the time of the writing of this, I was thinking precisely about layers and how obsessed I am with them in pretty much all media except haircuts. Twice I have linked to a photo of a Vivienne Westwood skirt composed of heartbreakingly fabulous layers of tulle, feeling that the garment somehow encapsulated for me an emblem of an ideal poetics. I also have a thing for Heian sleeves. So really, you were very insightful to pick up on that. Thank you always for your complimentariness as well.
Nada, In Dallas, right now,
at Ahab Bowen
http://www.ahabbowen.com/
there is a gorgeous turkish
Dervish shirt whose overlong sleeves
totally echo your desire for the Heian. I almost bought it, and opted instead for a 1970's Parisian night-shirt with a decidedly
faux-pre-digital era digital art
ethos thing.
I am so totally blown away. It seems like you are one of the few people still able to harken
back to the feminine roots
of blogging which is where I started at. The blog is a totally feminine construction which has been distorted for whatever
ontological profit.
I'm kind of a dir(t)bag, but
I respect quality when i see it!
If you are in Dallas, Ahab Bowen
is a good shop. And there is a great Old Dallas oyster house
right next door, across from the fittingly named pub,
the idle rich!
hope to see you someday !
Thanks,
I like “Today's Ensemble”.
Thank you Nada for bringing back Today's Ensemble! You look as smashing as ever!!!! Love, MIL Jill