previews from a set that just arrived in the post.

i've been a bad suicide girl.

i actually have been living life instead of virtually experiencing it. but don't worry, i'm back home now and will most likely revert back to my old habits of avoiding real social interaction.

i'll just give a bit of an update, because i am not feeling so clever.

monday i begin an internship with a designer i very much respect. i gave my cat flee medication today and he is sleeping. i am supposed to be getting ready to go to my cousin's high school graduation. god, i can't stand teenagers.

what else? i shot a set with sean in vegas about a month ago. it was spontaneous and i am completely sans make-up or any form of primping. be prepared. the other set that i bragged about a few months ago still hasn't made it from my photographer's hands to mine, so i'm starting to doubt its existence.

i feel like a should leave you with a photo, since the us weekly california girl shot was up for way too long.



me in san francisco

so here is proof that i actually was in "paradise" although it looks like something more out of us weekly.

let me for one moment unpack my two refernces in that last sentence. the first was to an episode of this american life where ira glass aptly points out that every time the word hawaii is mentioned, everyone's response is "ooh, that's paradise." how the very idea of hawaii has defined our notion of paradise without any first hand experince of it. it's something that has just seeped into our cultural consciousness, been accepted as fact and never again questioned or compaired with its actuallity. before visiting, this is what i found problematic about the place. well, i am here to tell you that it really is paradise.

since returning home, i've been rereading some joan didion, especially her work on honolulu. she had a very strong attachemnt with the actual place, one that i can very much relate to. in her essay "letter from paradise" in "Slouching Towards Bethlehem," she writes,

"I went a wary visitor. I do not believe that the stories told of lovely hula hands merit extensive study. I have never heard a Hawaiian word, including and perhaps most particularly aloha, which accurately expressed anything I had to say. I have neither enought capacity for surprise nor enough heart for twice-told tales to make you listen again to tedious vignettes about Midwesterners in souvenir shirts and touring widows in muumus and simulated pearls . . . And so, now that it is on the line between us that I lack all temperment for paradise, real or facsimile, I am going to find it difficult to tell you precisely why Hawaii moves me, touches me, saddens and troubles and engages my imagination, what it is in the air that will linger long after I have forgotten the smell of pikake and pineapple and the way the palms sound in the trade winds."

And my second refernce in that first sentence, is of course, to the notoriously sleezy, yet always addicting gossip mag, us weekly. you know where they have the "candid" shot of someone like cameron diaz running on the beach looking "just like us" or at least appearing to be having a good time. that's what this picture reminds me of. except, that i was really was having a good time,

i am starting to feel like most of my 'real' experience are mediated through some kind of representation of the experience. like when you see a live elephant for the first time and it is striking how much it resembles the elephants in photographs.

aloha from honolulu.

it's beautiful here. the wind at night breaks my heart (in the best possible way) and i want to stay forever.

my photographer informed me that she will be sending the set that i shot a couple months ago. so maybe soon. i haven't even seen the pictures.

xo,
scout

here are some lay-outs from a book project that is consuming my life. Our class designed futurist inpired toys and then gnereated work based on the toys. now we are creating a book that i am co-art directing. i am terified that it will not get done, but, if it does, it should be great. i will show you then end result.

suicide girls go to trader joe's too.

or do they? well, i am, for the first time in like, months. this is something of a momentus occasion, so i thought i would memorialize it with a blog entry. and none of my other friends really care.

i've been living off of del taco nacho sauce, french fries and rock stars (i know, so very gross). so here's to food not sqeezed out of a tube.

next time you hear from me, i will no doubt, be a much healthier, happier and more productive person, i mean, suicide girl

hearts,
scout

does anyone else want a spellcheck on sg? sean, missy, could someone get on this?

since i posted some scans a while back, here is what i made out of them:





in my new media class we discussed 2nd life and i am so excited to create an account. the real scout, if there is such a person, may cease to exist because this second life may well be better than my first.

since i posted some scans a while back, here is what i made out of them:




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in my new media class we discussed 2nd life and i am so excited to create an account. the real scout, if there is such a person, may cease to exist because this second life may well be better than my first.

since i posted some scans a while back, here is what i made out of them:

i shot a new set last night! this set will require the development of new words, because "hot" just won't cut it. ok, maybe i'm overselling, but is is going to be seriously, seriously hot. and looks nothing like my other sets. the photographer was amazing. i can't wait to see them edited, i think she shot like 500 pics.

also, i'm hung-over. why do we do this to ourselves? by using "we," notice how i deflect the blame from falling enirely on me? it's a good strategy, use it if you like. it's gotten me through a lot of hard times.

since all i do is school, here is a thing i did:

(the inside of a matchbox)

and, what i think is hot:

(the all-time sexiest, helmut newton. i desire those shoes)


(helut newton)


(newton again)


(nan goldin)