It’s best to read “Vogue” with an “Adbusters” chaser, but this time I reversed it. Despite the usual disgusting articles (one was by a 40-something housewife who falls in love with a younger man who’s not interested in her, and when he “dumps” her she goes whining TO HER HUSBAND about it, what the fuck?), I found one or two things I liked:
berry lips and black nails
The combination of lavender hair, black nailpolish and berry-stained lips is pleasing to my eyes. I can never get purple lipstick to work for me in real life. I always look…dead.

orange lips and green glasses
I like the contrast of the shiny orange lips with the bright green sunglasses. I’m also a sucker for bright green sunglasses.

head space
I thought it was sort of fitting that my favorite photo in the issue is from 1979.

yeller
The bluish cast of the paint sort of resembles my winter flesh tones. Heh.

the body eccentric
Well finally, “Vogue” has an interesting article. This one made me pay attention as I had just discovered Ryan Trecartin on the youtubes. His videos make me feel funny.

Did I mention that the Boy bought me a karaoke machine for my 2-year birthday last month? No? That’s riiiiight. We’ve been practicing “Baby Got Back” feverishly, and I’m honing my Bette Midler impression for “Wind Beneath my Wings”, surely one of the gayest ballads ever. We’re also practicing “Love Shack” as a duet. Now we just need to incorporate some dance moves. Recently I discovered that wigs greatly “enhance” my performance. Mmm hmmmm.