March 2010
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All encompassing loss, including my words. . .
Backspace is the only key which I seem to successfully employ this morning. I will write about the fire, I will write about the damage and devastation, I will I do promise, I just will not do it today… .
(note the above dresses worn by Sarah in the SoftSpot music video)
The Christopher Pike Book Club
At my childhood beach house, on a shelf below flip flops encrusted with sand, the entire series of Sweet Valley High novels stood carefully catalogued between two pelican book ends. Even more so than our reprimand for forgoing doormats, tracking sand and shells across newly polished floors, my sister and I were routinely scolded for our choice in fiction. These teenage dramas, frivolous...
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luke baker
I first met Luke Baker when I was working for David LaChapelle and at the time, living in his West Hollywood home. As a single girl occupying a three bedroom house, I was subject to entertain the occasional random guest of the studio. Without failure, each visitor posed as an opportunity for a new friendship and at the very least, an interesting number of days to follow.
To this day, Luke...
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The only hint he gave me was "sweaty Sadie...
It is presumptuous for me to flatter myself so greatly as to refer to Nicholas as my other half.
He is, however, my consummate soul mate, my dearest friend, and my greatest support.
Sequined saddle shoes are the new Ruby Slippers, from the boy who sits in his sixth floor LES walk up weaving collars from mops to The Wizard of Oz and gluing plastic hats to the soundtrack of Sister Act. His work...