Ladytron

Do you like girls who look like dolls?

Meet Johanna Öst. I first started visiting her website, like, literally 5 years ago and she has fascinated me ever since. I wouldn't necessarily wear anything she wears or style myself how she styles herself but I just think she's wonderful and carries it off so well.

Her earlier days as a little pixie

As a goth





She wore this to the premiere of Marie Antoinette (the movie)

So, as you can see she's fabulous. Check out her website, she's also an illustrator of children's books! Fantastic. Excellent.

http://johannaost.com

And her Flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/johanni

Oh, and look at her house:


So dope

guess who

Guess who sent me a birthday e-card today?

http://blingee.com/

I knew I would someday reap the benefits of making this:




...

and this:



oh my.

dear asshole,

If you are reading this I'd like you to direct your attention to

http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com

Have you ever left one of these? Today I was grocery shopping with my aunt and we found a note on her windshield that said:

"We watched you parallel park. It was terrible. *Shame shame!*"

We laughed. I've left notes on cars before (for example, when they take up two spaces by parking on an angle, that is just ridiculous) and to be honest I always feel great after. Passive aggressiveness is like a religion. Here are some greatest hits from the site:


"Except -- Why???"



No Ice Cream?!!


Don't you just HATE it when people ogle your Family Clothing, Fashionable Shoes and Unique Home Accents?


"lol jk"


Best ever.

happy earth day! I hugged a tree and rode my bike today, what did you do?

Things about my new home:

1. There is no shower, only a very big old bathtub. Relaxing, but weird...baths don't get your hair as squeaky clean as showers do.

2. Food tastes 1029180249023 x better when made in a cast iron skillet than when made in a regular non-stick teflon-type frying pan. If you don't believe me you're invited over. Seriously, eggs to die for.

3. I have a hammock on a little enclosed balcony upstairs just off my room. The sun shines in and it's divine. See?




4. I'm like 15 minutes away by bike from all relevant landmarks (a mall; Polo Park, Osborne Village, the Exchange district, downtown, Sherbrook with my favourite cafes)

Please please please come over!

In other news, my birthday is on Sundayyyyyyyyyy

oh my GOD -- he just ordered a giant glass of MILK

I'm watching Ghost World in my new room in good old Wolseley. I hate packing and moving and unpacking. Here, look at my closet:



Tomorrow when it's nice and sunny I'll take better pictures of my room and my own little balcony.

um

http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp;jsessionid=637B3A8C6CA44A8A8B51D91FB8B98445.app11-node2?itemdescription=true&itemCount=60&id=14821326&parentid=M_COLL_NEON&sortProperties=&navCount=112&navAction=poppushpush&color=


brb, killing self.

tales from the creep keeper

Now, don't get me wrong; I love to e-creep as much (or more) as the next person. I could lose myself in the Facebook mega-matrix of interconnected profiles and networks and on and on and on. I have lost myself in the Facebook mega-matrix of interconnected profiles and on and on and on and on. I know people who have joined random networks for the sole purpose of creeping on people within those networks (I promise I haven't gone that far...yet). That's the appeal of the internet as far as I'm concerned: to snoop into other people's business, be it celebrities or people you saw at a party the night before.
BUT
HERE IS WHERE I DRAW THE LINE:



when Facebook TELLS ME WHO TO CREEP. Okay, so, I "May Know" those people. I may have gone to high school with them or worked with them once 102493 years ago or I may have gone to high school with their third-last ex-girlfriend (real example) but that does not mean I am interested in their Facebook; If I was I'd have creeped it already.

I've been getting a lot more random friend-requests in the past week and I KNOW it's because of this crazy new feature. To those people I ask: doesn't requesting my friendship defeat the purpose of creeping?

burnt toast

For the past week, the smell of "burning" has been with me wherever I go. For lack of a better way to explain it, I have been constantly smelling fire or "burnt" everywhere. It sort of smells like campfire and burnt milk all at once. It's kind of a gross and intriguing smell all at once.

Today on my lunch break I walked over to this vintage store by the office with a work friend and confessed to her that I can't shake the "burning" smell. I asked her if she could smell it and she said "no" and she also said "are you having a seizure?" (remember this?) Obviously I wasn't, but it has really been bothering me!

I looked up "smell burning" on WebMD (a favourite tool of hypochondriacs the world over) and those keywords only brought up results about Carbon Monoxide Poisoning which, obviously, is not my problem.

Finally, while laying in my room listening to music and writing postcards, I resigned myself to the fact that the burning smell will always be present in my day to day activities and I will learn to love it. Then, I asked my mom to smell my hair; "I think it's your hair." I do too. As you can see, being a girl is tough stuff.

Iso Bouncy Creme: amazing for wavy hair but smells like fireplaces

my shoes: let me show you them

procured on Sunday at Value Village Pembina

from Europe with love

Front:

Back:


Stef, to fully understand yourself as a person you must accept God into your life. I hope this postcard helps you realize you are living a sinful life, and you should make some changes. By reading this postcard you have already completed step one of your acceptance into heaven. This postcard may be blessed by the pope, or at least that's what the street merchant told me. Makes it worth the 20 Euro I spent on it. Well, it's getting late & I have to pray...Godspeed,

Luke Skywalker Chip

P.S. I found an 'Italian Apparel' lol

THE OVEREXPOSED PUNK GOOD POOR HARD LIFE

Things I love:



Best friends


Pomeranians

Deathstares

in other news, today my mother asked me if I would wear a sign advertising condoms on my forehead for a month if somebody payed me $50,000. Um, yes. But why condoms, mom?

Andalucia

Andrew came back from Europe last night and bought me i-D in London and Numéro in Paris. Too legit to quit.

Lately I've been going into my old old old mix CD's from 8th to 11th grade and picking out gems. The starred** songs are true gems and the non-starred are just songs that I will always love regardless.

Fatboy Slim - Right Here, Right Now*
RJD2 - Ghostwriter*
Spiderbait - Sunshine On My Window
Hole - Celebrity Skin*
Louis XIV - Finding Out True Love Is Blind*
M83 - On A White Lake, Near a Green Mountain*
the B-52's - Roam
Beastie Boys - Body Movin'
Mates of State - Hoarding It For Home
Hot Hot Heat - Talk To Me, Dance With Me*
Moneen - The Passing Of America
Misfits - Hybrid Moments
The Clash - All the Young Punks
The Presidents of the United States of America - Lump*

you can click them and listen to them here or right click and save them. Enjoy, I'm off to ride my bicycle.

Patrick Demarchelier, Vogue UK May 08

mantra: sevs can do no wrong

hahahahaa @ the 90's

If you're ever wondering why you're wearing white wayfarers, it's because of Chloe Sevigny. (Actually)

scum

http://media.www.theorion.com/media/storage/paper889/news/2008/04/02/Entertainment/Leslie.Williams.Music.Snobs.Remove.Stick-3296138.shtml?reffeature=recentlycommentedstoriestab
especially for a certain somebody who reads this blog. you know who you are and you're totally a closet hipster, don't lie.

This little piece is written by my girl Leslie who is a journalism STAR in California.

Ask yourself: What brand of music elitist are you?
Answer here you dirty hipsters.

sesame snaps and corn flakes

I really like you guys

When you were in elementary school music class did they ever make you play xylophones? If they did do you remember how there were all different sizes, the tiny annoying tinkly ones and then the great big wooden warm-sounding ones? Every kid in my class always fought over the huge wooden ones. We would line up outside of homeroom before the teacher took us to music class and always try to be first to claim them. Before you start thinking this is some analogy for something, it isn't; it's about The Acorn, this incredible Canadian band. My favourite song by them has the warm comforting sound of those great big wooden xylophones.

They recently played at SXSW and they're playing at the Winnipeg Folk Festival this year. Come come come see them in all their glory in the best venue you could ever ask for.

listen to the song:


then download it:
The Acorn - Crooked Legs

then go buy your Folk Fest tickets:
here