I’ve been needing a new bike helmet for a while, and since I hauled my bike all the way out here and have been riding quite a bit in the past few days, today seemed like a good day to insure that my head is protected. I found this stylish piece of gear at REI. I already feel 75% more awesome than I was before I owned it.
Today I biked over to the Santa Monica Museum of Art, which is a very cute little museum. They had three exhibits up, none of which really spoke to me, but I did find a present for a certain best friend of mine in the gift shop…
The museum is located in this cluster of buildings called Bergamot Station, which is chock-full of art galleries of all kinds. I wandered around for a little while and found an amazing paper store and an exhibit of beautiful black-and-white photos of Paris in the 1940s and 50s. I wanted to take them all home with me, but some of the prints were priced at $10,000 and up! So I had to pass… at least until I win the lottery.
Probably the best thing that I saw at Bergamot Station were a series of very macabre mixed media sculptures called Canary Suicides, by an artist named Catherine Coan. Intricate tableaux, built in old-fashioned bird cages, depict a variety of tiny demises portrayed by (naturally expired) canaries. They were disturbingly funny.
PERFECT! I need one of those helmets, seeing as I am from Nutley, NJ. Nutley. Full of nuts.
Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind.
(Source: jacknicholson)
sad-sack club fo LIFE
(Source: downlikehoney)
Imagine, on Paper.
Made With Paper by andremazzu