LETS SEE WHO'S THE FIRST TO BLINK

EVER BLAZIN FOOLS

Hi guys. Meet my shoes. They kill. And what about halloween, I'm a walking ghost of Malcom X every day! I decided to be the least scary thing ever this year: a panda. My friend was Flipper. We were awesome. Now it's back to business. As you can see with these short sentences, it's ok, my can-do spirit’s in the house.

SIT AT THE TABLE, TAKE AWAY THE FATAL FLAW

Laitinen from Dossier, oh man I must order some back issues, but luckily I have the issue where this is from. Be sure to check out Laitinen's Spring/Summer 2011 collection from here!

Ps. I bought Mamiya RB67 Pro S! I'm totally worth it, especially when my only two working cameras are Yashica Electro 35 and Olympus Trip Af 30, both point and shoot. They are nice but they've got nothing on my forthcoming baby and expired film.

escape before the rain

YSL blazer, Laitinen jacket, linen scarf.
How To Dress Well - Escape before the rain. Brilliant 4am music.

TIME SEEPS INTO OUR SKIN, AGE INDICATES HOW LONG WE'VE BEEN LOST IN SPACE

Bijules by Jules Kim. Pricetag: $2400.00.

1. make it rain

February 28, 2008 Urban Word of the Day

When you're in da club with a stack, and you throw the money up in the air at the strippers. The effect is that it seems to be raining money.

After Leroy finished trapping for the night, he went to the strip club, got 10 stacks, and made it rain inside the club the whole night.

Don't you just wish it would rain all the time? Well, if that would be the case I would buy it just for the thank you note.

"Thank you for purchasing my finger. While your wearing it, be sure to point at people, press buttons obnoxiously in elevators, lure someone into your seduction lair, twirl your hair and sign really big checks. Love, Jules."

Sweet!

NOT AWAY, BECAUSE THERE IS NO SUCH PLACE

Unraveled silk knit back.
Really tiny leather bag.
Golden rings.
Print silk scarf.
Grain.
This: Empress - Captain (James Yuill) remix.
Our dorm neighbour playing classical guitar at nights.
The Cut - best titles ever.
Personal favorite: Rodarte Used a Button for the First Time, and It Was ‘Traumatic’.
Peace out, I'm in another town by now.

FILL IN THE BLANKS

Herb Ritts

IF SOMEBODY'S GOT SOUL

My absolute favorite jacket (wool, second hand) this fall, sorry Jil Sander and Laitinen.
I think I'm off to my homehoods Estonia for next week, though last time I spoke with an estonian she thought it was mockery.
Oh well.

CLEAR THE ROOM

My leather rucksack. The previous owner's initials are still inside, stamped forever. It fits beautifully one Mamiya or a pair of heels and of course the token Moleskine, lipstick and more dreams you could ever imagine...

HELLO AGAIN, FRIEND OF A FRIEND, I KNEW YOU WHEN OUR COMMON GOAL WAS WAITING FOR THE WORLD TO END

Well, well, how perfect is this? She looks like she's ready to kick some pretentious ass.

From Vanessa Jackman

POLYHEDRON

It has been in my best intention to write all the things that went down this week but do you have any idea how useless Moleskines are when you always forget the pen...it's like finding vampires from this town. Totally impossible. So I will just list things like I don't really care, you know, expect ironic mainstream references and, stuff. Thursday morning, shooting two rolls with Mamiya at a fish market. Meeting in Kiasma about a new exhibition we are preparing. IT'S GOING TO BE AMAZING! Then a business meeting interrupted by a finnish Paris Hilton. Legendary. Back to Kiasma for Ars Fennica opening. Deep. Then on the run we went to movies to see Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World. Vegan police.....hello high school kitchen. I only took that salad because I love pasta and I would've ditched the cheese on the side of my plate. Anyways. After that, a new Thursday night opening at Club YK. Thanks guys...for the memory loss. Then Kid Sister and Top Billin on Friday at Tavastia. Cruising and about five thousand hot straight guys with checked shirts. Almost better than goat cheese pizza. Oops.

(Photograph by me for school, fun...)

Ps. lets nerd out...at the dancefloor.

MEET ME AT THE FORK IN THE ROAD WHERE LOST SOULS GET INDECISIVE

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character, would you slow down? Or speed up?
Chuck Palahniuk

(Photograph by Me)

I GUESS THE CHANGE IN MY POCKET WASN'T ENOUGH

...because these fashion magazine workers make me want to rob a bank!

Ps. I have been criminally happy inside lately. I guess the fact that I have fallen in love with Mamiya cameras and know I can borrow them easily has something to do with it. Alas, no more magazines, just film.

RAW SUGAR

Now, of course we want the suite tour to take flash snapshots..

Last Thursday I dragged my friends along for Wrangler Blue Bell press and party at Glo Hotel and later to My o My. It turned into an exceptionally beautiful night in Helsinki: daiquiris, dangerous cava bottle openings, stylish new friends and of course the compulsory Heineken. It's such a cliché, but there was something in the weather caressing our clothes, something in the empty streets and their strangers, as if the streetlights were cheering for you. Afterwards we went into a bar only to dance ten minutes to soul. We were happy.

Ps. oh hi, a tag. Too fresh.

TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT AND NOTHING MORE

Celine SS11...I think all I am wearing next spring comes down to a blue leather bustier with zipper in front. That has been stranded in my closet for about two years because it's kinda weird but hey, anything is possible if 50 fucked Vivica...

Weekends = figs, rasberries, french films, listening to Kingdom remixes and reading the latest Vogue Hommes. Good times.

FAR NEARER

TRAUM NOIR IS OUT! CLICK CLICK for amazing photographs and other creative outbursts of mega talented people and life advice from me (above).
Look, actually I don't really know if you should consider taking life advice from me.
But then again, the figures who people look up to find vital things in life are way more fucked up than me.
Oh how they praise them so hard!
Aren't Dr.Phil, Oprah and Martha Stewart just modern day versions of Kerouac?
Haha, he he, read this and cry.

It's friday night. There's nothing like sending out CVs, last minute styling calls (the moment when sweaters turn into evil haunting monsters) and Paris,Texas. Thank to higher powers I already did my fair share of daiquiris and hotel room posing yesterday...and theatre, cheese, wine, wine, wine regime the night before that.

Ps. I still want a huge himalayan salt candle.