I love lots of things. Usually their pretty obtainable things that are already in my life, like:
- googly eyes that stick
- seeing blue hair dye bleed into the tub
- the dude attached to the beard behind me!
but sometimes I just like looking at things that I know I can’t have and admiring them for what they are. Like eye candy, I guess….except I’ve told myself to stop eating so much candy so I don’t even want to talk about it. Actually I do. I want to talk about sugar along with 4 other things that I’ve been in love with for the past couple of days.
Smores ice cream cake. I’ve been trying to kick the habit of sugar by looking at pornographic photos of sweets, saying “I want that”, then going straight to google image search for “diabetic toes“. It usually works, but there still seems to be no amount of rotting flesh that is gross enough to dissuade me from this cake!!!
Jielde Lamps. After I finish up my current job, I’m diving into making my new house into a home. Until then, I’ve been waking up and looking at other peoples houses to get a little more inspired.
The one reoccurring accessory that has been catching my eye has been these incredibly resilient French Jielde lamps from the 1950′s. They’re simple and industrial, yet they seem to have a personality to them. It’s as if they’re always lurking over your shoulder saying “hey….whatcha’ doin’?”. If I ever get one, I would probably name it Claire.
New Single Mothers video! I love this Canadian band and this video looks just like their singers throat probably does. Messy, congested, and spliced to hell. Although this sounds like a cluster of things that aren’t exactly appealing, the fact that all this is happening and yet you can still understand what hes saying the entire time, makes a huge impact on why I like this band so much.
FLAMINGOS! I recently went on a trip where I got to watch 15 flamingos hanging out with a couple of vultures that were building a fort for no reason, and fell in love with their amount of weird. They spend all day just digging their broken looking beaks into their wings that are the exact same pale pink as half of the bathrooms in south Florida. They look like tall vultures with an eating disorder and major cleaning OCD. color. I love them. I love them so much that I’m getting 40 plastic ones to put in my yard.
I also love this photo by Ron Magill of the flamingos finding shelter in the Miami zoo, right before Hurricane Andrew.
Pablo Picasso’s constellation sketches. Besides the fact that he was one of the first artists I ever learned about, I have no real attachment to Picasso the sad blobbly ladies that he paints. I thought I didn’t care for him at all until I recently stumbled upon these simple and almost cartoony sketches that he did occasionally from 1928-1931. Connecting dots with thin lines is always so fun looking!