colporteur
unicornology:

Rodney blinked at me like a tired cat.
He seemed like the unpopular boys in my own grade, wounded in a vague way, his wrists as tiny as a child’s. Still, I wrote down my mailing address, vibrating with pleasure. Some girls, even at thirteen, probably knew not to do things like that. I wasn’t one of them. When I was offered any attention, I took it, eagerly. I look at pictures of myself at that age and wonder how plainly it was encoded in my face, the flash of a message: see me.
I see it now, sometimes in my own face, but also in the faces of younger girls on the subway, their pinkies linked, their eyes darting and wounded. See me, they say. Their legs sheened with moisturizer, specked with faint bits of glitter. Braces thickening their mouths. The tightness of a pimple they worry slyly with their fingers, ashamed.
I try to smile at them, but it isn’t me they want.
— Emma Cline’s first-person essay for The Paris Review

unicornology:

Rodney blinked at me like a tired cat.

He seemed like the unpopular boys in my own grade, wounded in a vague way, his wrists as tiny as a child’s. Still, I wrote down my mailing address, vibrating with pleasure. Some girls, even at thirteen, probably knew not to do things like that. I wasn’t one of them. When I was offered any attention, I took it, eagerly. I look at pictures of myself at that age and wonder how plainly it was encoded in my face, the flash of a message: see me.

I see it now, sometimes in my own face, but also in the faces of younger girls on the subway, their pinkies linked, their eyes darting and wounded. See me, they say. Their legs sheened with moisturizer, specked with faint bits of glitter. Braces thickening their mouths. The tightness of a pimple they worry slyly with their fingers, ashamed.

I try to smile at them, but it isn’t me they want.

Emma Cline’s first-person essay for The Paris Review

nogreatillusion

We were hungry. We went into a bakery on Grand Avenue and bought bread. Filled the backseat. The whole car smelled of bread. Big sourdough loaves shaped like a fat ass. Fat-ass bread, I said in Spanish, Nalgona bread. Fat – ass bread, he said in Italian, but I forget how he said it.

We ripped big chunks with our hands and ate. The car a pearl blue like my heart that afternoon. Smell of warm bread, bread in both fists, a tango on the tape player loud, loud, loud, because me and him, we’re the only ones who could stand it like that, like if the bandoneón, violin, piano and, guitar, bass, were inside us, like when he wasn’t married, like before his kids, like if all the pain hadn’t passed between us.

Driving down streets with buildings that remind him, he says, how charming the city is. And me remembering when I was little, a cousin’s baby who died from swallowing rat poison in a building like these.

That’s just how it is. And that’s how we drove. With all his new city memories and all my old. Him kissing me between big bites of bread.

Sandra Cisneros, Bread (via ohhhkat)
Listen, some days you get a ROCKIN’ haircut from wonderful woman @bethanytoews at her home atop a mountain and then you score a lead role in an indie feature AND you find a VINTAGE TEAL SUEDE dress for $8 (!!!!) and it’s like legit nothing can get u down (at Goodwill)

Listen, some days you get a ROCKIN’ haircut from wonderful woman @bethanytoews at her home atop a mountain and then you score a lead role in an indie feature AND you find a VINTAGE TEAL SUEDE dress for $8 (!!!!) and it’s like legit nothing can get u down (at Goodwill)

"The motion picture made in Hollywood, if it is to create art at all, must do so within such strangling limitations of subject and treatment that it is a blind wonder it ever achieves any distinction beyond the purely mechanical slickness of a glass and chromium bathroom." -Chandler (Raymond, not Bing)

"The motion picture made in Hollywood, if it is to create art at all, must do so within such strangling limitations of subject and treatment that it is a blind wonder it ever achieves any distinction beyond the purely mechanical slickness of a glass and chromium bathroom." -Chandler (Raymond, not Bing)

withthelocals
withthelocals:

The Natural History Museum of Los Angeles has the kind of incredible programming that allowed us to see Isabella Rossellini perform her one-woman show GREEN PORNO, where the endlessly charismatic Italian woman dressed up as hamster-snail-squid and taught us about the fascinating oddities of the sex life of animals. Did YOU know that male ducks have 8-inch corkscrew penises and female ducks have both real and dead-end vaginas to fake out the ducks they don’t wish to procreate with???? Neither did we, until Isabella and NHM came together in this darkened hall of beautifully taxidermied wildlife. 
#outwithlocals #la #losangeles #nhm #greenporno #nhmla @nhmla photo by @michellealexis words and bird by @flamelikeme  (at Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County)

withthelocals:

The Natural History Museum of Los Angeles has the kind of incredible programming that allowed us to see Isabella Rossellini perform her one-woman show GREEN PORNO, where the endlessly charismatic Italian woman dressed up as hamster-snail-squid and taught us about the fascinating oddities of the sex life of animals. Did YOU know that male ducks have 8-inch corkscrew penises and female ducks have both real and dead-end vaginas to fake out the ducks they don’t wish to procreate with???? Neither did we, until Isabella and NHM came together in this darkened hall of beautifully taxidermied wildlife.
#outwithlocals #la #losangeles #nhm #greenporno #nhmla @nhmla photo by @michellealexis words and bird by @flamelikeme (at Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County)

withthelocals
withthelocals:

Nickel Diner has the absolute best Strawberry Crumb Donut and we’d like you to just IMAGINE how many donuts we’ve eaten in LA in order to make that kind of wild assertion (you don’t own a Donut Costume if you’re not a seasoned Donut Dancer, if ya catch our drift). We’re actually waiting for you in this very photo.  It’s cool if you’re late but like, text and let us know how long you’ll be, because the maple bacon donut is ALSO calling our name, as is the custard cream-filled Irish Car Bomb Donut… *drools onto otherwise pristine Donut Costume as a plate of donuts gets placed on the table next to us*
#withthelocals #la #nickeldiner #losangeles #donuts #diner
words by @flamelikeme photo by @michellealexis

Research / Writing / Am serious journo

withthelocals:

Nickel Diner has the absolute best Strawberry Crumb Donut and we’d like you to just IMAGINE how many donuts we’ve eaten in LA in order to make that kind of wild assertion (you don’t own a Donut Costume if you’re not a seasoned Donut Dancer, if ya catch our drift). We’re actually waiting for you in this very photo. It’s cool if you’re late but like, text and let us know how long you’ll be, because the maple bacon donut is ALSO calling our name, as is the custard cream-filled Irish Car Bomb Donut… *drools onto otherwise pristine Donut Costume as a plate of donuts gets placed on the table next to us*
#withthelocals #la #nickeldiner #losangeles #donuts #diner
words by @flamelikeme photo by @michellealexis

Research / Writing / Am serious journo