Vogue
I love Vogue. I got the spanish and british versions of it just this week alone. Its such a guilty pleasure, like watching "the fabulous life of.." on VH1. Okay, maybe not that guilty
Most of all I love the photography. I worship Annie Liebowitz(sp?) and Richard Avedon (now deceased). My dream job would be to work for Vogue if not national geographic.
Vogue makes me feel bad because it makes me desire material things that I don't need, but its not really that. Vogue makes me worried that I'll slip into mediocraty, that I'm already there. Its not luxury in the form of stuff that I want, its life: the travel, the beauty, the experience, the glamour. I guess I just need to work on making my life a luxury ... I think that can probably be done without too much money; it seems more like a state of mind thing.
Hung out with the fabulous lessthanthree today and strolled through our little downtown. Its sort of cute, come to think of it. Cat is probably one of the closest people I know to having the Vogue state of mind in her soul. I'm going home in one week and I feel like a wanker for not spending enough time with her. Its hard to divide my time between Boy, family, friends, and relatives (and being sick) ... but I forgot how before I left, she got a deservingly disproportionate (ie, large) about of my time, and I didnt get to have enough time with her on this visit at all. Well, I'm still here til Sunday.
Boy bought his plane ticket to visit me at school! I'm so exited I can hadly describe it.
I love Vogue. I got the spanish and british versions of it just this week alone. Its such a guilty pleasure, like watching "the fabulous life of.." on VH1. Okay, maybe not that guilty
Most of all I love the photography. I worship Annie Liebowitz(sp?) and Richard Avedon (now deceased). My dream job would be to work for Vogue if not national geographic.
Vogue makes me feel bad because it makes me desire material things that I don't need, but its not really that. Vogue makes me worried that I'll slip into mediocraty, that I'm already there. Its not luxury in the form of stuff that I want, its life: the travel, the beauty, the experience, the glamour. I guess I just need to work on making my life a luxury ... I think that can probably be done without too much money; it seems more like a state of mind thing.
Hung out with the fabulous lessthanthree today and strolled through our little downtown. Its sort of cute, come to think of it. Cat is probably one of the closest people I know to having the Vogue state of mind in her soul. I'm going home in one week and I feel like a wanker for not spending enough time with her. Its hard to divide my time between Boy, family, friends, and relatives (and being sick) ... but I forgot how before I left, she got a deservingly disproportionate (ie, large) about of my time, and I didnt get to have enough time with her on this visit at all. Well, I'm still here til Sunday.
Boy bought his plane ticket to visit me at school! I'm so exited I can hadly describe it.
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[Edited on Jan 19, 2005 9:20PM]