Fine Young Cannibals

Halloween 2009

Sometimes it can get so lonely, and you can't remember what you're doing or why the hell you're doing it. Nothing makes sense anymore. When I'm in a hole so deep that I can't figure out how to get out, I call my friends and let them talk to me. It doesn't matter what they say, so long as they talk. Sometimes all you need is to know that there's someone on the other side. Eventually they talk me out of doing something stupid, and I slowly crawl out of the hole again. But it's an endless struggle. Every time that I think I'm "there," I realize I've still got a hell of a long way to go.

Necessities

iPod Classic | Chanel Coco Mademoiselle | Nixon Time Teller P

I was thinking about stuff I always carry around with me, and realized that there's a holy trifecta I wouldn't dream of leaving my apartment without. It's not so much that having these items is a matter of life or death, but that each object serves as a different source of confidence, and can tell you a lot about the kind of person I am. I can't go anywhere without my iPod because my jams are better than the city's jams. Perfume makes me feel fresh, en pointe, ready. And my trusted watch reminds me of when I'm late, so lately I've been early to everything. I guess they're really just little trickeries of the mind, totems that you erect for yourself to get you through the day. But while they may seem inconsequential to you, they've been doing wonders for me.

Red

Remember when I said I didn't have the balls to wear red lipstick?