KISSES!

Artist, Tatia Pilieva, got 20 people to kiss a stranger. Lucky us, she filmed it, et c'est magnifique!

Er, okay. Well. It's an advertisement for clothes, which is why it's so beautiful. Like we wouldn't spot, Soko. So although these musicians, models, actors and actresses are experienced in the art of intimacy and showcasing love, it still may be their first kiss with that particular person. A more diverse cast would have made this a little more believable, guys!

MIRIAM CAROTHERS

CHLOE NORGAARD.

Hey Chloe, can we hang out?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAURICE SENDAK!

"I don't write for children. I write and someone says it's for children."

- MAURICE SENDAK.

BEAUTY IS EMBARRASSING.

"Artists and creative people are people who make beauty.. Follow your heart and your pleasure in art. Don't do what you think is going to be making you money or what your parents want you to do or what that beautiful girl or guy thinks you should be doing. Do what you love, it's going to lead you to where you want to go. Go out there and make the world a little more beautiful. I know you can."

- WAYNE WHITE (via Beauty is Embarrassing)

SUPREME SUING MTTM FOR $10 MIL.

Let's start off with me saying, I've shown so much love for MOB through out my entire internet history. What can I say?! I'm a female, born and raised in an inner city environment, who was always surrounded by urban culture, AND streetwear. MOB fully embodies all of those things. Definitely one of the strongest female led brands to ever come into the streetwear world. They're important to this culture.
Now. Supreme. Everyone who pays any attention to streetwear at all, knows Supreme. Fuck that, even if you've kind of taken a gander toward streetwear, you know Supreme exists. If you understand and care about streetwear, then you probably dig Supreme, and support and rock Supreme to your fullest potential.
As I started off earlier, I am a female. I can remember going as far back as like.. the age of 13, wanting all of the urban gear I could get my hands on. As a female, it was, (and sometimes still is,) fucking brutal. Whenever street brands made even the smallest attempt at throwing us some gear, they seemed to all follow this stereotypical cliche. SORRY. We don't all want flower throw up on our clothes all the time.
MOB came through with that, they brought us a brand that brought us EXACTLY what we wanted. Urban clothing, for women. Fuck, at some points we even made the dudes jealous. THAT WAS SO NEW.
When I first took a glance at these stories, I was heartbroken. I remember the first tee I ever bought from MOB back in 2005, and it was just as special as the first time I saw a Supreme backpack in person. Each moment, in its own way, was magical. I was torn because I've always supported MOB, and I knew how upset they would get when other labels would use a kiss mark on their clothing. How are they going to hate on Supreme when they know how it feels?! And secondly, why didn't they just ask James for permission to use the box logo?!
THEN I READ LEAH'S STATEMENT. Like a boss, she was given the good graces by James to use the logo. THEN I GOT TO EVEN MORE THINKING, isn't all streetwear a play on terms, logos, movies, and music anyway?! WHERE EXACTLY DID THIS SUPREME LOGO COME FROM ANYWYAY? *Cough* Barbara Kruger *Cough*. I mean, you're suing 10 years after the tee was released. ALSO, when the shirt was first released, James sold the shirt at his store. Whut. This sounds like a bitter bitch fit and it's kind of disgusting. It's one thing to be a little upset someone is making cake off your art, but it's another to sue for $10 million dollars against someone you used to work with.

I love Supreme, I love MOB, but this crying business is lame.

Also, Barbara Kruger had this to say about the whole thing:
(via Complex)
What do y'all think?!
You can read what Leah (MTTM) has to say: HERE
Also, read the full story told by Hypebeast: HERE

GRANNY'S COTTAGE.

I officially want to buy a house and go art crazy on it. I think this may be the house where purple, glitter, and cotton candy live, and I want to move in with them. I wish all my slumber parties were held here.











Yes. Seriously. This amazing place of amazement exists. You can visit the website for a ton more pics HERE

MARINA & ULAY.

Marina and Ulay are two artists who at one point, shared a marriage. As much as they were in love, they were also an art duo in the 70's. However, at one point they felt mutually that it was time to part ways. They did that in this most beautiful way possible. They chose to walk the Great Wall of China, each would start at one end. Once they met at the middle, they gave each other a hug and never saw each other again.
More than 30 years later, Marina performed a piece called "The Artist is Present". The 2010 MoMA piece was Marina in a room, at a table. Here she sat with numerous strangers and shared a single minute of silence with them. The biggest surprise? Ulay showed up to the table. Her first love, her first romance, and a man she hadn't seen in years arrived without her knowing. The following video shows what happened:

THE MOST EXCITING THING NEXT TO ROCK THE BELLS..

WAIT FOR EEEETTTTT !! EEEYEEEAAAHHH!

ARTSY FARTSY.

BECAUSE MY BROTHER IS FUCKING AMAZING.

NOVEMBER 9TH.

WHEN I FIRST STEPPED ON THE SCENE, BLOGGERS WAS PETFRIFIED..

JUMP BACK ON THEY TUMBLR LIKE THEY WERE BEING CHASED BY HOMICIDE.
MORE THAN PICTURES, THE GIRL CAN WRITE, & IT WILL NEVER STEER YOU WRONG.
& ALL YOU PUNK ASS BITCHES WITH A BLOG WON'T BE LASTING LONG ( ! )

so last night bonibelle and i had the craziest phone conversation about girls who suck.. pretty much all girls suck actually. i mean.. i get along with like zero. now some of you might say "but you have friends that are girls".. okay, shit.. you got me. i have very few though. & a lot of girls that say hi to me, don't like me. the thing about girls is, they say hi to people they don't like because it's easier. it's easier to just leave the person with the life that they have than putting all your time and energy into being mean to them.. or they're just too scared to actually hate.. cause we merk bitches..
in essence, there are a billion things that come to mind when i think of girls.. and shit.. they be waaaaccckkkk!!

WHAT'S WACK WEDNESDAY

THE BITCH EDITION

"seriously though, she looks like franklin."
"hahahah, yeah she has no neck, she's not fat though, but kind of round.. like a beetle."
"hahahhaahahahha"
"seriously dude, like just a head and a body.. OH.. MY.. GOD.. she's a penguin."

yeah that's the kind of shit we say about people. it's not very nice.. lol.. but shit, girls are fucking mean man. i've never been rude to anyone that didn't deserve it.. for instance.

GIRL(S) NUMERO UNO!
GIRLS WHO TAKE WORDS FROM ME. i take pride in who i am, and i flaunt it. i am me for me, and i have been this way for a very long time. whether it's music, writing, sneakers, or whatever the fuck else i dig, i represent it. it urks me to see things that i wrote on someone else's shit. IT HURTS EVEN MORE WHEN SOMEONE COMPLIMENTS THEM ON SOMETHING THEY STOLE FROM ME. fuck you, trifilin bitches!

GIRLS WHO CLAIM EVERYTHING
hey i digs my hip hop. i dig blogging. i dig writing. i dig zombies. whatevaaahhh i like, i like. i think it's absolutely absurd when someone likes something just to like something. like.. liking something because it's dope to other people. if i met a person who was into dinosaurs, i'd be like "fuck, really?! like.. dinosaurs?! fucking cool man." cuz yo, that's THAT person, not someone else. so when you front on me, pretending like "yeah i love this atmosphere song, i'm so totally obsessed with atmosphere, he's hot". well honey, atmosphere is not one person, so you fail. stop trying to steal things and hobbies off people to try and sleep with a boy. because we all know that you can't be really good at rollerblading, ballet, mma, video games, hip hop, rock, collecting, painting, cooking, swimming.. please no stop. i don't believe you have all those hobbies, you're posing.

INSECURE GIRLS
who hate on whoever hangs out with their boyfriend and call every five seconds. uhm.. ew. can you be anymore stalker?! anyone who goes through extreme measures (LIKE LISTENING IN ON THEIR BOYFRIENDS PHONE CONVERSATIONS) should just consider that relationship a bomb. it's done. over. glitzzzeddd. you're outta here. & sorry, you're fat. go cry now.

HOES
i'm aware that the "hoes" i am talking about is supposed to be spelled as "ho", but i refuse to forever, so it's hoes. it's hard for me to use the word because it's become a word with no definition. "any where, any time, any hole". lol mother fucking ew. i think hoes can pretty much be grouped into different categories..
you got like, the innocent hoe.. these are the hoes that pretend they're good, but they end up hitting on everything with a dick behind close doors.. trust me, they're not innocent. i find that innocent hoes are usually down to go to every bar in the world, but they don't drink. they'll have like one drink, sip it slow, to make it look like they're drinking a lot.. and then when they see a dude that's drunk, she'll swerve over there. after that it doesn't take much, dude sees the innocent hoe, and immediately lays his game down.. thinking "i want what i can't have".. meanwhile this is just an evil ploy that the innocent hoe has laid down to get dude. it's very scientific.
then you got the straight up nasty hoes, who just fuck anything with a dick. gross. they're usually ones who will make out with anyone, girl or guy, at parties to try and up their "sexy" status. they also slip in little "accidental" thigh touches or arm brushes on dudes to get their testosterone up.. oh, and they usually hang out in groups of girls. this way, they look hotter than they would if they were solo.
the "oops" hoe. this type of hoe is referring to the hoes who have had 500 boyfriends.. but they weren't really boyfriends. anyone who hits on this hoe can have her.. she then sleeps with them and tells herself that this person is her boyfriend. this way, she won't feel bad the next morning when he doesn't call. "yeah i know him, we dated". uhhh, no honey, you fucked.
then there's the stupid hoe, the hoe that gets played by a dude because she thinks he loves herrrrr.. and she gives him everything he wants. brains on the daily. the stupid hoe will fall into the trap, and once she's there, she's stuck. dude could have his arms fully around another broad, and stupid hoe would tell herself "they're just friends".. til she turns around and the other broad and dude are making out. then what?! sorry.. but it will happen (if it hasn't already, boom, roasted.)..
& of course we can't forget, hoes who fuck for money, or reputation or status.. fuckin' hoes.

THE BORING GIRLS
the girls who dress like a jacob mannequin, don't say anything to you and basically just try to use you so that you'll say good things about them. no. i refuse to say good things about you. what have you ever done for me?! nothing.

IN SUMMARY, if you don't talk to me, do not expect me to talk to you. if you're a hoe, expect me to treat you like one. if you lie, i will confront you. if i tell you something and you don't listen, i will speak louder.

have a good day people.

p.s.


on things that aren't wack..

my brother made this. he's fucking dope.. and you should buy his shit. check him out, HERE

UHHHHH..

so i got the above painting in the mail from an artist from new york?! i have never met him before.. i have no idea how he got my address.. but this painting is titled to me, it has a letter to me.. AND I HAVE NO IDEA, how this shit got to me..
not to say i don't love it! the colors are a lot more vibrant than my blackberry picture makes it look.. it's alice in wonderland! my second favorite disney movie in the world.. so what?! how the heck did this get to me?! and how does this person even know me!? and why are they writing me letters?! perhaps it's from my brother.. and it really belongs to him but whatever.
i plan to frame it and hang it in my room.. i'm trying to think of a witty caption for it, but i don't have one yet.. i'm also going to mail her/him a letter.. i think it will contain something along the lines of "uhm.. WHAT?!"

this weekend was a blast. so much drama it was retarded.. i'm a pretty mouthy person, and i get even mouthier when i'm drunk.. one day i'm gonna get knocked out, but that day wasn't this weekend so eh!

friday.. got pretty fucking drunk. ate some mcdonald's. yelled out some hip hop lines.. didn't puke.. it was good.

saturday.. was my mother's day cuz my mom works today. we went out for lunch.. then hung out. she's the illest mom on the block, and i really missed her.. not seeing your mom for three weeks was such ew!! hi mom:) i missed you.

now it's sunday, and i wanna party.. call me?

MY BACK HURTS.

today bianca and i went to get our eyebrows did. that was the plan.. get our eyebrows did, go home.. that is not how the day went.

scotch? we ended up doing that, then we went to value village.. bianca picked up some swag.. some sick swag.. then we bought valentine shit.. and raekwon tickets.. sorry bianca, i refuse to let you miss raekwon >=) my bank account is officially in the negative balance zone.. but at least my boyfriend has SOMETHING to open on valentine's day, and we get to wutang the fuck up tomorrow. i love hip hop, friend time and the boyfriend equally.. so fucka bank account, life is good.

i've been thinking about cutting up my credit card. thinking hard.. but not following through. i finally finished the top of that shelf in my room, and it is organized. ok, so i didn't fully throw away all my grade school belongings, but hey i'm a future writer.. the books i wrote when i was seven might come in handy as inspiration one day.

life is over-booked and so is the schedule. i come home sore and tired as fuck.

i'm feeling hella thick lately.. i would loves a massage and some gym time but i keep making up excuses.. ima just call it insulation til winter's over to make me feel better.

i'm feenin for another chat roulette party.

i havent been up to par with the bloggin tip, my bad.

i dunno why exboyfriends keep on steppin into my life, but bitches keep steppin. i don't need you no more.

i want to cancel the insurance on my credit card, but i'm too friggin pansy to call them. FUCK YOU VISA.

five dollars in my pocket and i claim to be ballin.

whatevs, ima throw up a "w" anyway.. WU, TANG.. whilst throwing that up, ima throw my brother some dap.


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