What a goose.

Days like this make me want to wear an adhesive mustache and bake cookies. True story.

Baby Cheese's bash at Istanbul. We have plans to visit Turkey and eat hummus together in our thirties. I think Teeny could pass for Turkish. Note the awesome hair feathers.


Pictures from my run up to East Rock. So pretty. I like to walk up Orange St. because the dogs, old people, and babies all live there. My favorite demographic groups. I get tired of hanging around twenty-year-old's all the time.

Doodles from English. I should start posting my daily doodles. My Chinese teacher usually yells at me but the other ones don't seem to mind as long as I interject an opinion every so often.

Burberry just hired The Satorialist to shoot 100 different people wearing Burberry Trenches around the world. Ahhhhh. In other news I'm still obsessed with scarves, black, Hermes, and combining skinny & baggy together. Also, messy hair. I wish I was home reading magazines in the bathtub right now. I'm writing a paper on Tolstoy's "What is Art" from scratch for Saturday because I didn't like my first draft. Meh. I bought it on tape so I can listen to it in the studio tonight while I paint. It's six hours. I want to go to the city this weekend and bum around the Met and eat Magnolia's cupcakes and galavant with Eric but I think I'll be good and stay here.

http://artofthetrench.com/

Love and kisses,
M