Curiouser and Curiouser?

I am questioning my birth certificate, because by the looks of this pool, I must be a water sign. If this Hariri & Hariri Architecture beauty sat in my backyard, I doubt I'd ever get much done...except maybe some banging cookouts and cocktails parties.

Fourth time might be the charm for Helena Bonham Carter and Johnny Depp. Burton's adaptation of Alice in Wonderland next year already looks completely gorgeous. Trippy, dark, and haunting..amazing cast..available in 3D...sounds like a winner. And, yes that's Johnny, Helena, and Anne Hathaway as the White Queen.

Did you know our President Mr. Barack Obama won a GRAMMY? He also liked the reefer and hollerin' at sistas at parties- his words, not mine. As if I didn't love this man enough already, he opens up letters people like you and me send him, and he reads them! HIMSELF! He has banned gifts from lobbyists, something we as a nation should be embrassed to have ever allowed.

If you like your politics watered down like me.

Proof we elected a living creature as president.

I have an excellent idea. Let's change the subject.

- March Hare.

♥ Caroline

We need a little pretty cause this country is insane.

For semi-useless products of my musings, skip down to the bottom. For some pretty shit, begin here.


Better than Botticelli's Birth of Venus?

I have a huge girl-crush on Lady Gaga. Artists like her allow me to call pop-culture a pleasure, and by no means a guilty one. I have huge respect for creative people who dedicate a piece of every single day of their lives to constructing their vision and sharing it with the world. This bitch is brilliant, completely. Totally post-modern: she's self-described as "sexy-ugly", an undeniable whack job, and a perfect example of how completely wonderful this terrible world can be if you let it. I really cannot begin to comprehend how she manages to get her hair and makeup to look so surreal, nor can I express how jealous I am of her crazy-awesome style.

And if that's not enough for you, she taught herself to play piano at age four. Being 20 and personally unable to properly hit a pleasant combination of more than three notes, I find that pretttttyyyy incredible. Additionally, if you can wear hot pants and get away with it, then bless your pretty soul.

I cannot tell you how many times i have listened to this song in the last week. Click&love.

I recently re-fell in love with this. Stunning design, one of the best examples of successful packaging I have ever seen. (If you've seen my Sephora tab, you know pretty shit is my kryptonite. Ask me if I have any idea what this juice (if that's what it is?) even tastes like. The answer is no.) Designed by Naoto Fukasawa, found at Welcome to the Glory.

These are just pretty sweet. I suppose a small part of me has always longed to hear music spurting from a sculpted decapitated dog.

By Dutch designer Sander Mulder, same site as the above.

“And, now, I’m just trying to change the world one sequin at a time.” -Lady Gaga

♥ Lini

ps:

On to the random thoughts. This entire post had been inspired by quite an array of individuals... it's a strange company I keep...

Everything works in cycles, repetitions, and returns to the ends and starts. Some cycles are natural and necessary, while others are vicious. Personally, I find cheating to one of the more ruthless. Essentially' to cheat is to steal, to rob someone's trust, work, innocence, or efforts. It is to take away something earned from the blood, sweat, and tears of another, and in no way belongs to anyone but the owner and whomever they deem deserving. When you cheat you degrade the quality of what you're stealing. Whether it be someone's answers or someone's heart you toy with, you have broken something which cannot be repaired. You have robbed not only them, but yourself. You have throw away the oppurtunity to expand your mind, to learn, and to appreciate. You have tainted what you've taken.

I love free shit, everyone does. I have a field day whenever I win anything...but it doesn't compare to how I feel when I earn something myself. I can't say I am completely oppossed to the "Fuck, I forgot about math, can I see your homework?" situation, it happens. What I cannot tolerate is the deliberate and lazy philosophy that allows people to believe they are entitled to what is not theirs. There is a difference between products of inspiration and products of imitation. I have a fierce love for what I create, and it disgusts me to hear and see ideas copied and reproduced cheaply. It is unethical and shameful. You are not an intellectual, not a designer, not an artist if your creations are ripped from the hands of another. It breaks my heart to watch this happen over and over, to see someone genuinely put together their ideas only to have them spoiled by a pair of greedy eyes. Physcically, I have to wonder if people are meant to be faithful. I believe it is possible, but once the cycle begins, once you've become jaded from cheating...

Honesty is priceless.

"Why don't you try lying for a change? Lying's the currency of the world"...

Well, look at the economy now.

O BRASIL E PENTA ♥

God smiles upon soccer.

Someone once told me something about soccer. It's called "football" everywhere else in the world, but it's absolutely different then American football. The reason it's loved everywhere is how simple it is: you need two feet, a ball, and a field. Not yardlines, helmets, uprights. It's cheap, and dynamic, and beautiful to watch.

I take great pride in being Brazilian, in being the world's greatest. I love the sight of kids head-to-toe in dirt, kicking around a worn-out ball and laughing.

I love the smell of churrasco,

the boys all rocking that god-awful Ronaldo Fenomeno haircut in '06,

the streams of yellow and green completely covering every available surface,

the ridiculously sexual beer commercials featuring the most beautiful women in the world,

the "CLOSED TIL AFTER THE GAME" signs strung up along the streets,

and most of all I love the sound of "GOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL" ringing around the world.

Happy watching. 365 days until it is actually showtime.