the present tense.

i know it's a little late for a gift guide, but since my picks just went up on the shiny squirrel today, i suggest you consider them gifts to get for yourself with all the christmas cash you just scored. i know this lil' book o' polaroids by my buddy steve harrington (published by lena corwin's lines & shapes) is at the top of my wishlist. head on over to see what else you just might need for the new year.

blackheartbreaker.

joan jett is all kinds of badass so when i saw her at jfk last night, waiting for a jet blue flight to burbank, i kinda flipped. she's so tiny and so rock 'n' roll and lemme tell you what, homegirl does not have a SINGLE wrinkle on her face. christmas miracle? fountain of youth? amazing plastic surgeon? who knows, but what i DO know, is that i really don't wanna wait three more months for the runaways movie to come out. k.stew, you bettah do jj justice! judging by the angsty chair throwing in this trailer, i'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt. cherry bomb indeed.

escape from new york.

it's always a little weird to go from the icy, blizzard-y, snow angel-y streets of new york to spend the holidays with my family in southern california, where elf and christmas vacation are on heavy rotation and we sweat it out in front of the fireplace, drinking hot chocolate despite the mid-70s weather. but boy do i love it anyway. i hope you guys have a wonderful week, wherever you are.

santa baby?

this site has had me cracking up at my desk aaaaalllll day. seriously. i can't stop laughing. can't. stop.

oh man, miranda.

i just want to fall head over heels into these photos of miranda july that amazing photographer brigitte sire took. the teenytinyness here does not do them justice. i highly recommend checking out the real deal. just be warned, her whole site is a mega-crush zone...i fall in love with every single image.

nothing but a heartache.

sometimes, on a bad day, all you need is a little ukulele in your life. i'm not sure i could love the wellington international ukulele orchestra one single ounce more. this rendition of heartache gets me every time. oh, and their new ep? has a version of africa (by toto. yes. toto!!) that will knock your socks off. doesn't my gal gemma rock a mean 4-string? (that's her in the zebra jacket.) also, if you haven't seen this, i think you should. and yeah. that IS bret mckenzie in case you were wondering. oh, those kiwis. always awesome!

really life?! reeeaallly?

closing the feb/mar issue plus a wicked cold means i pretty much feel like this gal here. i'm blaming my m.i.b.a.(missing in blog action?)-ness on double-whammy deadline brain which makes me do things like try to swipe my keys at the subway turnstile, put my phone in the fridge, and forget which clothing items go on first (bra before shirt! undies before tights! this should not be so difficult!!). i have no doubt that you're thankful this lil' blog has been spared. i hope you guys had a loverly week.

image via my perrenial fave audrey hepburn complex