Thursday, January 12, 2012

They Saw me blogging and they told me to stop...

A particular question has bored me since the first day I moved to this beloved country. It didn't pester  until adulthood, when it clearly applied to a post college graduate. "And what do you do?" is a query briefly following an introduction of two strangers in America, to which I've habitually developed a yawn in responce, shifting its sole purpose of conversation initiative.  It's funny because once I answer, "I write a fashion blog," they follow with,  "and what do you do for a living?"
I've decided to answer: I stay hydrated, sit at a desk all day and  answer phone calls with...
Photography by Ryce Yanez

Live Nation Pop Phone Hand Set  -  FEED Judith Leiber  - Tsumori Chisato
similar black flats



They heard me singing and they told me to stop
quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
these days my life, I feel it has no purpose
but late at night the feelings swim to the surface
'Cause on the surface the city lights shine
they're calling at me, come and find your kind
sometimes i wonder if the world is so small
that we can never get away from the sprawl...
Arcade Fire