Tuh!

September 27, 2007

Something about the lighting in the advertisements led me to assume the new Ipod Nano was soft and rubbery and biteable. After holding one, I’m so disappointed.

I don’t want to blame art (?) for what was probably pretty innate, but this was onĀ  ALL THE TIME during my formative years, with lingering effects. (I really wanted to grow up to be the one in white.)

Other seminal examples of the license and aesthetic I readily incorporated into my future plans:

Every woman in a hair metal video ever.

Sheena Easton: The Lover In Me. The best earrings I’d ever seen, and what else would one do when faced with a liquor-soaked bar? CRAWL ATOP IT.

The entire Madonna catalog.

Cold Hearted Snake.

The buttwomen of the early 1990s.

And by the time this came out. Well.

Damage control

September 7, 2007

My sister scanned photographs from1989/90, and uploaded them somewhere semi-public. I begrudgingly share one here, before someone else finds them first. Hate the “suntan” hose, love the fucking gloves.

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