rainy day woman

rainy, cold day spent lounging with the bricoleur, finishing a fantastically weird novel, making endless steaming cups of green tea, and online window shoppping.

barlow's first novel is a novel-length free-verse poem about werewolf gangs in LA. no shit. it's moving, weird, and deliciously noir.

screw the  litas i was waiting to give myself for xmas. these babies are screaming for my feet. jeffrey campbell two-timer wedges. image via oaknyc.

bonadrag nails it again. lindsey thornburg druid hood, reversible mexican blanket- black cashmere. all for the mountain phalanx necklace. images via bonadrag.

pleiades playlist

been taking cosmic hints to look starward these days. winter's the best time for stargazing, as taught to me in 5th grade by my science teacher mr. davis. we had a constellation project and i remember freezing my ten-year-old buns off standing in the driveway with my star chart.

pleiades playlist:

bat for lashes-pearl's dream
yeasayer- 2080
devendra banhart-seahorse
feathers-silverleaves in the air of starseedlings
fever ray-dry and dusty
mazzy star-umbilical
modest mouse-3rd planet
my brightest diamond-to pluto's moon
papercuts-the machine will tell us so
riceboy sleeps-happiness
tortoise-the lithium stiffs
david bowie-always crashing in the same car