parce que je suis honnête

It seems Lauren Ward has done a photo story about my life. Bitch. 

parce que je suis seul

Violetta E.

Yes, even The MOD has a dark side. Violetta E.'s blog fills the cracks of this bleeding, emo heart. Her fucked up, fuck you, uber cool style takes me back to the days of seances on my kitchen floor with my three best gal-pals, watching "The Craft" in the dark at my birthday party and singing Bif Naked songs at my High School talent show. I have to admit though, I wouldn't go back to being 17 for the world.

Anyone up for listening to The Damned and talking about pain?

Rad style though.

Oh My God I Love Your Street Style.

And soon these photographs will be my own. By the way, looking for a photog to be the Thelma to my Louise in Paris. I could bring along a Canon point and shoot to do the job myself, but what fun is that? 

WANTED: Sexy Fashion Aware Photographer, willing to be sidekick. 

Sex and the Shitty.

Oh, that's not hot.

  Paris Hilton and Terry Richardson for Vogue Turkey.

  The heiress posed in Mr. Richardon's famous aviator glasses, a Balmain leather jacket and her over photographed, over lipglossed pout.

  Aside from the blatantly obvious reasons (her utter uselessness), I feel as though Vogue Turkey should be hanging their head in shame for the shear lack of thought put into this Cover Girl. I concede, Tina Fey's appearance on American Vogue's March 2010 cover wasn't exactly a soaring win, but this may still be the worst we've seen yet.

  Honestly, in the past I've found comfort in turning to Japanese and Turkish Vogue, because unlike our American edition, models still grace the covers occasionally.

  So (and it has to be said), What the fuck were they thinking?

  I admit Terry's work is breathtaking and familiar, as usual. His tongue-in-cheek, over simplified touch has always held a place in my heart. I'd even go so far as to say that this might be one of the best photographs I've seen of the spray-tanned, lazy-eyed valkyrie.

  Perhaps I am biased, Yes. This move has made me squirm unhappily. In fact, I may never forgive them. But I'm finding solace in one simple notion that has brought me to a feeling of intense calm about this heresy; Unlike Rick Soloman, I'll be spending more than one night in Paris.

Until next time,

The MOD

oh, you never bid someone adieu!