Showing posts with label mommy i want a mohawk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mommy i want a mohawk. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
i hear you like the punk rock
i have no intentions of becoming a style blogger, but this grrl on the bus was too awesome to only exist in my memory. last time i saw her she had a dollop of elmer's glue on her left ear - a consequence, as some of us know, of flipping one's head upside down, massaging in said glue and vigorously blow-drying to reach desired levels of spikiness.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
shame and fortune
"...my mother once traumatized me at age 5 by chopping off ALL MY HAIR from the ears down. My id has never been the same again. (She also once did this secretly to my sister by sneaking up to her from behind, gently stroking her locks, and then SNIP!)"
—the chicktionary
—victo ngai
the two images really speak to me. let's just say i've been on the receiving end of a cut or two.
—the chicktionary
—victo ngai
the two images really speak to me. let's just say i've been on the receiving end of a cut or two.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
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- carola rola
- I unofficially take photographs and charm people for a living. Officially, I received a B.F.A. from Cornell University, and am now on the West Coast making websites, planting gardens, and damning the man. Be my friend at carol[dot]why[dot]zou[at]gmail[dot]com.