Fucking amazing.
I don't know what it was, I think the bass drum was mic'd really well, but York St. erupted into curtains of hair stiffening noise. There was like a wall of illuminant, cracking heat inside my chest. So hot in there!
I was turned on and aggressive. And I just wanted to dance.
I fucking danced like Donald O'Connor.
Luke Lalonde's hair inspired me. His hair and his Elvis jig.
To be frank I look like a boy. I have breast smaller than an A cup, no curves, good eyebrows (they're the shit), and I have a passionate heterosexual appreciation for women.
It was short on the sides, long on the top.
Just an idea.
In my efforts to become effeminate I've become more masculine. Between exercising and dressing well, my breasts have shrunk from weight loss and I've adopted a collection of tight fitting pants and doc martins.
I applied to La Senza, Aritzia and Jones of New York.
I got accepted at Laurier Optical.
I've already begun without conscious care, but to look my best I figure I must be clean cut. No floral. I feel more confident when I'm wearing well fitted simple clothes. And short hair.
Tilda Swinton, yes?
Exactly.
She's been an icon of mine for years, but I appreciate her appeal more than ever now-a-days.
Here's a great interview with her from Bust Magazine's music issue.
Take Away for Today:
Tilda Interview from Michael lavine on Vimeo.