Natalie the Cat-alie

He told me there was something special about me because, when I...

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 15:12:00 -0700

He told me there was something special about me because,

when I blink,

I close my eyelids very slowly.

photo - Pierre Rognion

watercolor sisters

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 05:32:47 -0700

watercolor sisters

Why I like cigarette smokers/Why I like London-folk

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 12:02:43 -0700

standing outside Victoria’s and Albert’s historical lovechild having a long skinny vogue menthol

the elderly woman to my left is enjoying a Marlboro.

she also enjoys a long perfectly groomed and highlighted fur coat in shades of brown, pearl earrings, and purple purple purple curls.

she walks in front of me, looking into my eyes and then to my platform boots. She extinguishes Mr. Marly delicately around the corner and turns right into the rain.

I looked forward and thought about sending a text to Vlad saying that I had a baby pink umbrella to help in trying to find me, but instead I turned again to my left.

the replacement sucked on a foreign brand of cancer.

ill-fitting loafers, socks, gray sweatsuit, wearing the shape of an apple on her little-legged skeleton

we locked eyes, her smiling slightly-wrinkled eyes, my slow-moving eyes, and followed each other’s gaze to face forward

I thought quietly about the choppy red-tinted short hair

she took her time and allowed her loafers to follow suit of the elderly women’s heels, extinguishing her foreign affair around the same right corner.

two tall twin twigster girls with matching all-studded sneakers took my second smoker’s place

they light their cigarettes, talked very quickly, and stood no more than within 6 inches from each other’s nose.

I was focused on their very blinged-out sneakers when a young man from Greece came to greet me and my pink umbrella from the elusive right corner.

two kisses, left cheek right cheek, a glimpse of two earrings in the right-side earlobe, and the killing of a cool vogue with the rain to the right

walking inside, someone had to have taken my place under Victoria and Albert’s broad entryway

I like to think that they used all their senses to smoke their cigarette with the persons to their left as well, not just their luscious lips and cold rainy hand.

Lunch Date

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 18:53:51 -0700

Natalie:

The fries were too salty

the cigarette was too minty

the anecdote of a one-time love love lover who left made it easier to smoke

Kendall:

The fries needed more salt

my lipstick looked perfect on her

the realization that all men share some similar threads that aren’t bought in the stores made it easier to put on more more chapstick and accidentally smear off all that perfect lipstick

my monochromatic mademoiselles

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 04:54:00 -0800

my monochromatic mademoiselles

mon amant français

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 07:27:57 -0800

lying naked in the orange-lit room at 2pm we smoke cigarettes and tell each other the names of our future children.

he likes the name lily-rose. I hang half my body upside down off of the couch-bed and exhale, telling him that I already know one

and that my son will be lewis. we both know we wont have children with the same names

but he rolls on to me and kisses my ears anyway.

scribbles from a leather couch in the Porta Romana district,...

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 06:32:34 -0800

scribbles from a leather couch in the Porta Romana district, Milan

Citadel, Budapest

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 05:56:53 -0800

Citadel, Budapest

10hr14

Sat, 16 Feb 2013 03:43:00 -0800

22:14

mmyeah

i’ll make a boat and sail through panama for you girl.

22:14

haha thats the best thing someone has said to me today

22:19

I’ll send you a new best thing every day

22:23

until we meet again

22:24

promise?

22:26

yeah.

22:27

22:38

I never again received another best thing

But maybe it’s the best thing?

White Sweater

Sat, 16 Feb 2013 03:34:57 -0800

my roommates refer to him as “the one with the white sweater”

he told me he liked my voice

he didn’t say much

he told me he loved my voice

he left in the morning because he was too hungry

and didn’t like how I made his hot chocolate

Clothespins

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 11:36:00 -0800

Staring at two rotten frayed clothespins that look like they’re married.

I’m reminded of making clothespin pilgrims and indians

when I believed that history was as honest as Abe..Whaattta babe.

What are the walls that we lie down in front of?

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 11:11:01 -0800

What are the walls that we lie down in front of?

Photoshoot with Tori in the loft room #3

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 11:28:17 -0800

Photoshoot with Tori in the loft room #3

Photoshoot with Tori and the loft room #2

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 11:25:52 -0800

Photoshoot with Tori and the loft room #2

Photoshoot with Tori and the loft room

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 11:19:00 -0800

Photoshoot with Tori and the loft room

I’m 84% cement. I need to be 84% wood

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 07:56:23 -0800

I’m 84% cement.

I need to be 84% wood

Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair Richard...

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 07:04:13 -0800

Forget love
I want to die
in your yellow hair

Richard Brautigan

Delicious student-budget vegan sandwiches made by Moi preparing...

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 10:16:00 -0700

Delicious student-budget vegan sandwiches made by Moi

preparing for our picnic at the Gorges du Verdon in Provence, France

Lettuce, balsamic grilled mushies, grilled onion, eggplant, peppers, and ‘dem spicesss

Ohhh and fresh baguettes for less than 1€ each

Photo

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 21:02:48 -0700

fig season! perfectly ripe and perfectly sweet after getting...

Fri, 27 Jul 2012 11:15:00 -0700

fig season!

perfectly ripe and perfectly sweet

after getting some authentic vegan empanadas for the bestie at Chile Lindo in the Mission, I have the pleasure enjoying these bad boys for breakfast on the streets of San Francisco

thank you earth for growing my breakfast and thank you Bi-Rite for selling it to me :]