COLLECTING THINGS

First off, 'Collecting Things' is a really good sound snippet created by Jon Brion (legendary!) for the Eternal Sunshine...soundtrack and I'm listening to and adoring it right now. He is such a talented composer, and one of my faves. Also, Jon Brion does stand-up at Largo most weeks apparently. I'd like to check him before I leave. ALSO, speaking of Largo, funny person Aziz Ansari is performing there this Saturday. Check it! Yes, as you've probably observed, this post is a catch-up of all the cool knowledge I've gained on my adventures around LA. I've been slightly shitty at documenting the trip and it's almost up. And this is me today running errands:


I have to say, the crowd of bare-backed mexicans rigorously competing at handball around the corner really appreciated the fluttery skirt today. It was sooo hot that when my bare legs were resting on the seat of the leather chair as I lay back to get my eyebrows threaded, it looked like I had pissed myself when I got up. MUCHO EMBARASSING! And here's a better look at my necklace. It's in progress...collecting things...
And then all other accessories worn today. Vans with purple lacings were my shoes of choice. I am really shit at doing the whole daily outfit documentation. I love the speckled bathroom mirror in full length shot above. Can't be bovvered.

I know. I still have to show you what I bought at Cobra Snake's yard sale. He was...delightfully messy. He also couldn't understand what the fuck I was saying when I asked for a mirror to see my purchases so I had to americanize it and slow it down: MEE-RURRREE. But anyways, apart from those purchases, I received the best fucking things in the mail this week.

#1
One of my favourite authors, whose awesome book I reviewed way back while interning at Skin Two (before I could write reviews very well, might I add), well he started following me on twitter and then proceeded to send me a free copy of his latest book, which came out like a week ago, and which I've omg'd about in the past here. Yes, reader; just die! Anddd he's stopping in LA on the 24th and 25th for his book tour, where I will be in full stalker swing. Really, he's very talented. Like, my boyfriend's worried talented.
#2
Of lesser importance in my eyes right now, my temporary free Vistaprint business cards came in the mail too. As I briefly mentioned before, I'm working on my career and so there's a wordpress page for the 'no-bullshit' me in the works too, until I can pay for a domain etc. Shit's getting serious, yo.

Apart from that, I've been spending loads of money experimenting with beauty and body enhancing products, drinking sangria, hanging with awesome pretty-haired friends, interviewing loads of kinky, crazy people in dungeons and fetish clubs, and this weekend I've been invited to a tight immobilizing bondage workshop (YES HAHAHAA - Panda is not impressed). I'll probably also spend a day in the cinema watching It Might Get Loud, 500 Days of Summer and The September Issue, and I'm also meeting up with the Kill City store manager on Melrose to pick out some free shit. As much as you don't want to hear it, life is good. IT IS! Seriously, do a double take.

I have a cheesy american dinner and a movie date now with Panda and he just got home. Must run.

I LIKE NIGHTMARES

Replace this girl's face with Tasha Tilberg's and I'm exploding all over again in my cutoffs. This girl in Melbourne who's obsessed with Latex fashion, heels, corsets et al started following me on Twitter for some reason and she runs a really good blog ram-packed with latex-fueled imagery. Lookie...

Speaking of...tomorrow I'm attending a kinky photo shoot put on by Severe Society Films, then a fashion show where Venus_Prototype will be unveiling their new fashion latex creations. Stoked dot com.

A MUTUAL FEELING

Part of yesterday's outfit. I just really really like these two pieces: my super versatile Promod vest that my mom bought me in Abu Dhabi before I left for L.A. And, of course, my equally as versatile Kate Thompson bone and feather hair clip that Panda picked up for me at a mini festival put on by Tightrope.

I never thought I'd see the day where my mom had to drag me off on a shopping spree. But after I got rid of/sold the majority of my stuff before finishing up my degree in London, I was sartorially barren (not sure if that completely works with what I'm trying to say but it sounds perfect - meaning, I had very limited wardrobe - I like the word 'sartorial'). It was liberating while it lasted, not to be tied down by so many material things. But knowing me, that thought was easily blown out the window shortly after my mom swiped that plastic. What that fleeting thought did leave me with was the idea of shopping smart- buying less by choosing a few key pieces that could work with everything else I owned. Yes, a very old lesson, but one that needs to be re-learned every single time.

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Ate dinner at Oinkster (try the ube milkshakes!), then stuffed myself into a PVC zippered mini in the back of the car while Panda drove, and worked last night at Club Hell. No, I wasn't one of the gorgeous gals giving saline injections or mummy-wrapping some eager attendee. But I worked. LAWeekly has a slideshow up already.

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UPDATE: Funny how after posting this, I noticed that on my friend's blog, she picked up a vere lovely feather creation herself recently that definitely contends. Hmmm, me thinks you win, lovely. Am looking for something similar myself.

BAD ACTORS WITH BAD HABITS

Okay, so the plan was to sell this.

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I wouldn't have picked that dress for it, maybe some body-hugging crap but couldn't be arsed to wade through my shit for the fifth time today (friends came from far and wide for cups of tea and to scope out my goods). Sale still going strong, and you're thinking, well how come you aren't advertising on here?!, well it's because at the end of the day, all the great things of mine you see on here ain't hardly gonna end up in your grubby hands. Everything else I own is kinda shit. And I feel that my friends can accept that more. There's a lot of fucking peer pressure in the blogosphere. I seriously feel like I'm wearing a pale green, straggly-hemmed pleated uniform, brown loafers, frilly socks and a training bra again. I just never quite made the cut back then. So why should here be any different?

Should I? Shouldn't I? I'm thinkin':
Arabic airport bag searches in June, parental unit sighs, fashion of the sore thumb variety among a sea of sun-kissed summer sluts in cut-offs, tanks and Havaianas (is there room for this in California? Are they ready for this? Can you still drink Corona and wear this? I hope so...) Oh Panda...We'll get dressed for a night of clubbing and then he'll drop me off at the club and look for parking for 2 hours. ORRRR he might like it...But what if he likes it a little too much...? I'm not really into submission.

Speaking of submission, my slave called me the other day saying he was thinking about me a lot over the week (nooo) and that he wants to see me at the next not-to-be-mentioned-here members only fetish night. At the time I was all up for having a slave, and totally let him enjoy himself saying how much he wanted to pamper me, and sitting on my lap while i patted his head, but when it really comes down to it, I'll have a middle-aged man dressed as a woman cooking me a pasta in halls, then retreating to my room to paint my toenails. Can anyone else see where the temptation dies and dies 7 more times afterward? Anyway, as much as he's such a nice guy, I don't even really have the time to see him before I leave now.

So my friend the Vegan came back from visiting her boyfriend in Indiana (what??) and decided to stop by to check out my stuff. She loved everything, tried on everything, said she'd take everything, then didn't. Excerpted conversation:

tV: Oh my god, you're my shoe size. Cool. I love these shoes. My boyfriend doesn't like me being taller than him though. But whatever, I tell him I'll wear high heels if I feel like. *puts shoes back*
...
tV: This belt totally makes this top soo much better! If I don't get anything else, I'm definitely taking these.
Me: Awesome. That's a fiver.
tV:*hands over money* Wait. Is that belt leather?
Me: ...I really don't know.
tV: *sniffs belt, long pause, sniffs again* I think I'll pass.

Anyways, last night was fun. Mistress Ivy spent the night after a pretty shit yoga session that incorporated chinese take-away. So we vowed to wake up early and did another session before she left for work. Last night we checked out half naked pictures of my favourite models Tasha Tilberg and Omahyra Mota (particularly this shoot) and found out 3 years too late that we had the same taste in music and both couldn't find someone to accompany us to the last UK Korn tour. She got a job as a librarian yesterday and is passing up on coming to California this summer, which means no dream team clitoris carnage *mopes* But still very excited about Abu Dhabi with her. We also talked about threesomes. She told me to read The Ethical Slut. Look out for us on the 29th ruining Soho (as if that were possible) all dressed up and dining at Garlic and Shots, then pulling girls at her friend's lesbian bar.

ALL RIPPED UP WITH NO PLACE TO GO

Really want to go. May 16th. Dwindling funds and the month hasn't barely kicked in yet. I bought a body harness type thing with chains and stuff today at the London Alternative Market after innocently meeting some family for Italian lunch. I was really hoping to find some silk purple bondage rope. No luck. Will hold out for my perfect bundle. Okay. Back to watching Weeds. Bye.

oh ya. I got a slave today too.

I'M STILL REMEMBERING

Trevor Brown's work keeps me occupied (and his blog of baby art is disturbingly fascinating), so it was a [twisted] pleasure to be assigned to do a review of one of his books during my first few weeks interning at Skin Two. Finally, it's up.

Isn't it eerie to go over something you wrote ages ago and find a completely different voice swimming in it? Geez...I SO didn't write that. This fascinates me as well, which is why everywhere I move to, I never throw out my old journals, making my traveling horde stupidly spectacular. I think I'll start another journal this summer and pull a Leslie Arfin when the time is right...these bitches think ahead! Document that shit....

..Oh, happy 4/20...*cough* Sebastian

(FOR THE UNI PEEPS - ADAM STONE? LMFAO)

This at 6:30am. Made an appearance at the Skin Two Yearbook Launch with Mistress Ivy. Slurped on coke and tap water because I've still been drugging up and losing my days to the flu. This photographer lady wouldn't leave me alone and told me to sit on my boss's lap for a photo and pout (my boss is the editor of skin two). After that, she took a few of me with Ivy on the pole on the middle of the dance floor (Ivy is good with these- see her twirl), and then she wanted me alone posing skankily (did I just make that up?) on a lone chair on the stage. Not looking forward to the outcome. But this beautiful beautiful asian boy works there. What a beauty. Glad I have my own waiting for me in L.A. We left quite early though with McDonald's fries on the mind and teetered around Hammersmith station in want of the loo (which was closed). So we went outside to look for a corner that didn't already house a sleeping vagrant, then we crouched. Pretty sure the man strolling past innocently on a breezy evening out saw Ivy's bits while she apologised through giggles. He was staring at us completely unsure of what was going on, until she said 'there were no loos anywhere so...', then he wrenched his head forwards and walked on briskly, apologising with hand gestures. Still pissing. Some guys who clean at night were approaching with these big heavy cleaning carts so we hurried on, screaming and running away very slowly in deadly heels...while our abandoned piss trickled and formed one long river together along the cobbled walk. My boyfriend said 'ew'. I say friendship.

MY EYES ARE DOING SOMERSAULTS

You can't tell me this shit doesn't look amazing! (click the picky for details and awesome sexy wexy music and pics).

Okay, so I lied. I said this next post would be some awesome scans from War, Plastique and i-D. Toughen up. Will post some other time.

I changed my layout and I haven't been around. Is this layout cooler or should I take a step back?

Real busy as per usual, writing up reviews on punk bars in Kingston and essays on why the novel is or isn't dead, according to V.S. Naipaul.

Harper's also just emailed me and said they will keep my CV on file for a while.

I really wanna go to that party...Becks and Fi better not fail me.

Slow as ever, I'm crawling through and saving tons of uber fashion images from style.com of the Fall RTW '09 variety. Gonna make a killer fashion comeback on here with them in a hot fuckin' minute.

Le Vampyre had a 2 for 1 ticket for the cinema so he took me to see Watchmen (BLUE PENIS!!!) and I had a really good time despite the blood-crawling rendition of Hallelujah (which I was told was the original by my cousin who looked at me in dismay for not knowing that- sorry, but Jeff Buckley topped it) played while the two lesser superheros fucked (four eyes and Megan Fox wannabe/neverbe). Ugh. Makes me shiver all over again. Was going to get Panda the graphic novel for his birthday in July but he said he read it in one standing at his local store when he was younger. Poo. He says I can still get it but where's the fun in that? My present giving history for this guy is so shitty it's not funny.

So it's been reported that my ex made it out of Trinidad and Tobago alive this past week because his status has changed on Facebook since. He says I forgot to tell him he would be bitten alive by mosquitoes. Well, love, you decided to sleep in a car for a week. But glad he had only good news after that and got his scuba on.

Went to Wagamama today for proper nourishment (the kind where my hands are not involved) to try to wrench myself from the grip of a vicious headache. They do amazing hot chocolate now, so I had that with my Amai Udon and just stared out the window, looking back at all the people on the double decker buses blatantly watching me eat. I started reading the first sentence of this book I'm citing in my essay called 'A History of Reading'. My brain started complaining so I closed it and put it away. My favourite waitress there and I were both having shitty days so she gave me some free green tea (Yeah, I know it's free in the US regardless- shut up) and I gave her a good tip.

I'm attempting to give my hair an interesting curly look but I don't have curlers and I don't feel like frying its luscious life away with my GHD straightener tonight so I rolled it with some felt tip markers. Looks kinda funky. Red, Purple, Yellow, Orange and Green.

After the movie, Le Vampyre and I went to the Belfry (uni bar) and got our faces painted with 4 leaf clovers by my Burmese friend. We played balloon volleyball next to the speakers while my bouncer/yoga teacher friend looked on amused. The Norweigan asked me if my boyfriend and I broke up yet and told me to come see his band play in Camden this Thursday. I told him to find me on facebook and try to persuade me from there. He doesn't know my name. A bunch of us drank £1 pints of Carling and baby guinness shots (kahlua with a film of Bailey's on top- cutest thing ever!?). Then The Vegan and I attempted to watch Ichi the Killer back at Le Vampyre's, with cups of microwaveable noodles and rose wine but we didn't finish and scheduled it for another night; some time after the gruelling days ahead that lead to hand-in of our third year specifics - March 31st. I had a bus pass so instead of walking the 15 minutes home around 2, I favoured laziness and waited. Then the Indian Italian showed up in his red Honda Civic with white stripes, made a U-Turn and gave me a ride back to my campus, where he too lives. He had just come from a strip club with friends. They got a deal with Jaguar and are now rolling in £10,000 a month each so he spent the night throwing money at the strippers. He doesn't drink. He was high as a kite though.

After that, I came home and cooked tuna steak and ate it and went to bed. I woke up at some ridiculous time before 7am and talked to Sebastian and Panda online. Panda and I had a really pleasant conversation this time, which is sort of a first for us these days. Film critiquing, hair loss, the pros and cons of eating sushi off of Megan Fox, witty banter et al. I really liked it. And Sebastian sent me some solo tracks he's working on, and I really dug them. I'm hoping he and Panda can get together and make music videos as they're both in L.A. and Panda's working more and more directing some himself. I love being around on set when he's directing, watching him concentrate on lighting and directing people around, and I like watching his focus as he studies what's on the camera. I had fun on my first trip out to see him running alongside this kid with a bounce card. They were filming him running.

I forgot to mention that I really liked the first Skin Two Yearbook that was launched this month. I loved the editorial by Silent View, and have been meaning to post about it on here, to no avail of course. And I am thinking that if I do manage to move out to Cali this year, I'll apply to be their freelance California correspondent. Everyone knows the scene's big as shit in SF, so stoked about that. Still looking forward to the launch party next week even though I'm sure my friend Mistress Ivy is gonna bail on me at the last minute and it'll be me alone in a PVC skirt gargling too many glasses of wine. I would also love to attend the launch night of Club Crimson in April. (ON ANOTHER NOTE: I see that a review of mine was posted recently on this book I really enjoyed; it's one of my favourites actually...in books in general; not just in the category of erotica- the guy's good and I hope I can somehow sometime cross paths with him when I'm in SF).

This post is disgustingly long. I hope I'm now exempt of all charges for blog abandonment.

YOU'VE GOT ME UP AGAINST THE WALL

Haha. I thought this image found on google was funny.

RIGHT! So Skin Two posted up this cool interview with bondage expert Esinem (har har) that I sub-edited. And because I got this really short notice call about a bondage workshop going on today, I couldn't attend so I went over to Esinem's website to check out his rates (and I can't afford it- no surprise here). AND THEN, his website had a banner on top about The Bondage Awards. Checked that out, and I realised I am getting so deep into this thing that I actually know of people in the bondage scene that I could and would vote for.

Like, without a doubt, after admiring his work in Dave Naz's photo book L.A. Bondage (which I was able to keep after reviewing), Damon Pierce is so up there as a winner in the Best Rigger category (one day this will be me). I did a post on some of my favourite scans/riggings from the book, and I scanned some more a while back for my novel's research portfolio so expect some more awesome knot-and-tie photography up here in the not-too-distant future. No doubt, people who have won in the past must include Midori and Chanta Rose (whose Inescapable Rope Bondage class I attended in December). Here's one of Damon's riggings. I assure you, he's done WAY BETTER, but...PURPLE ROPE! I also find this funny because it's yoga.

There's also a best writer category, which made me laugh, because my novel has aspects of Bondage in it (a lot!) and at this very moment, my editing group is going over the first three chapters and will be giving me feedback on them on Monday. Really interested to see what they think...haha. But no doubt past winners have probably included Violet Blue and/or some of the people in Best Sex Writing and Best Women's Erotica, whose 2009 issues I've just reviewed as well.

I don't know who would win Best Photographer, but, once again, Dave Naz would probably be mentioned. Speaking of Bondage photography this Mario Sorrenti fashion editorial was heights too (knew I'd end up bringing this up again - too good!). I also like Nobuyoshi Araki (sucker for Japan).

Just talked to my friend Mistress Ivy about the rope thing today. It's also a Play Party, so I guess part of me is glad I'm not going. Play's more of a couples thing, or something I would do only with Mistress Ivy because I'm only comfortable with her, being new to the scene and all. I miss my boyfriend. Anyways, Mistress Ivy and I are definitely going to the Skin Two Yearbook Launch Party on the 25th!!! So stoked for this...and need to find an outfit. But I'm guessing the PVC mini comes out again.

BLAME IT ON A RUSH OF BLOOD TO THE HEAD

These are some of my favourite scans from this book I'm reviewing for the Skin Two website called L.A. Bondage by Dave Naz. I get to choose which books/DVD's/merch I'm interested in writing about, hence this pick-up. I knew I wanted to review this book not only because it's bondage, but also because it would help in my research for my novel for which we have to hand in a research portfolio by the end of the summer. There are a lot more scans where that came from but the pink rope is a winner. I HAVE to have some. I love how in the introduction (which you can read above hopefully) they mention how Dave Naz is a pervert, like Bukowski was a pervert, like we all are perverts. Yeah, I don't mind that.

All of my favourite riggings in the book (including these) are from this obviously genius guy called Damon Pierce. Hopefully it isn't too hard to seek him out/stalk him and get some much-needed lessons. Moving to L.A. just keeps getting better and better. I also see a couture trend in the making...but maybe I should be quiet and do it myself.

NEVER LET ME GO

Call me a complete nutter, but there's something about those intricate ties and knots that make bondage so exciting and beautiful to me. Yeah, I've said this about half a dozen times already since first starting off at Skin Two. But I think it's here to stay. Here are some pretty images I found through browsing Google images. It started off as stuff for my research portfolio (my novel has some aspects of bondage in it- I couldn't resist!), but now it's a blog post.

I don't think this beats the Self Service editorial Ji Kim posted though (which I also have posted about before - can't get enough!). All the riggings there are worth mastering before I die.; which ultimately means I can't die anytime soon.

These will all have to do til I get my own copy of The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage.

IN THE SHADOW PLAY, ACTING OUT YOUR OWN DEATH

Japanese Rope Bondage is an exquisite art form that I really admire. With that said, aren't these the most perfect cell phone charms to acquire? SOOO cute! The website I found this on is a whole other level of Japanese Kawaii invasion, what with its glitter text and oddly-shaped stuffed animals with squished expressions, and I think I randomly came across it while doing research on Bondage images for my novel. Don't ask, because I'm actually not in a stable enough writing position to tell.
Today was crazy. Tomorrow I'm going to the British Library to do research, then meeting friends for the Hussein Chalayan Exhibition From Fashion and Back. Then we're going to watch Milk. Honestly, I've never heard of Harvey Milk, but if I list you the characters, you'll see why this will be worth it: Sean Penn, Josh Brolin, James Franco, Emile Hirsch and Diego Luna?? Do I have to list why I love this cast?

-SEAN PENN! I shouldn't have to say more but, I find him oddly attractive, plus he directed INTO THE WILD, that epic, tear-jerking movie about Christopher McCandless, who was played by EMILE HIRSCH! He practically wowed me out of my chair with that one. It's one of the last movies I've seen that had me walking around aimlessly afterward thinking too hard about life and how much there is left of it for me to explore. (P.S. Vampire girl from Twilight and Hayden P.'s partner in dolphin-freeing crime Kristen Stewart is in this, and I like her for some reason).

-EMILE HIRSCH is the next Leonardo DiCaprio; and DiCaprio is actually my favourite actor. So that might make Hirsch my second...I think. Anyway, how could you not have loved THE DANGEROUS LIVES OF ALTAR BOYS, INTO THE WILD, LORDS OF DOGTOWN and THE EMPEROR'S CLUB?

-JOSH BROLIN. Let's put aside W and reminisce over the superb sexiness of his role in NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN. (Still can't believe he died)

-JAMES FRANCO is just hot. (did you know he's the voice of the boyfriend on the phone in INTERVIEW with Sienna Miller?) Ha.

-DIEGO LUNA. Y TU MAMA TAMBIEN, anyone? This holds a spot in my DVD collection, and should in yours also.

Okay, so I think I made my point.

SLEEP AND FUCK

Now that I've been introduced to Ji Kim's INSANE "sleep" and "fuck" pillowcases by Kiki de Montparnasse, I am on the website like a car on wheels. They're not there anymore, but these incredibles are (the highlight of these of course being those FUCKING leather gloves!!!):

But, as I had to pop in there for research for my fetish feature and while doing work experience with Skin Two (which I still am) I fell in love with Coco de Mer as well. Here are some of my faves from their VERY gorgeous store:

They also have a wicked book selection, some of which I plan to get my hands on at some point, especially the Japanese Bondage one, which I plan to get a fuckin'...doctorate in. Please note that two books from the 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die are on there: 120 Days of Sodom by Marquis de Sade and The Story of O by Pauline Réage. mmmhhhmmm. The Skin Two editor lent me the latter over the holidays. Like I said...literary filth!

I know, I'm turning into a bit of a perv. It's Skin Two's fault, mum!
I'm going back in the office tomorrow.

G- Hi xxx, was wondering if you were planning to review Yes anytime soon?
T-What's Yes?
G-Yes, the organic lubricant
T-Ah, yes. I can check with my colleague Kara who does reviews but I don't think you sent us any to review?
G-It's a young lady, isn't it? I sent some a while ago. I think you may have told me to send it to her. Can you please check?
Me-Sorry, guys. I have never seen, received or taken any samples of lube at Tim's. Good luck finding it.
G-Hi Kara. Thanks for replying. Yes, it's the only organic lubricant in the world to be certified by the Soil Association. Would you like me to send another sample so you can review it for the mag? What's your address?

Don't you wish your work emails read something like this? May not be getting paid, but this is THE BEST work I've ever had! Except...what do I do now?

THE NAKED TRUTH IS IN DISGUISE

...and the fetish scene resumes an existence in my life. That article and its vast research has been long gone and over with (the piece should be published soon in our uni's mag, or so I've been begged to allow it to do so) and yet, here I am dabbling with latex once more.

Haute Macabre brought these to my attention. I have a DEFINITE thing for this circuit board printed t-shirt dress and skirt OH THE SKIRT! They're from Ego Assassin, some Toronto-based fetish corner, and not badly priced either (Fetish gear is next level spending).

Speaking of which, I THINK I made plans of a fetish clubbing nature for my birthday celebrations in LDN later down the month. Not a fan of semi or full naked raving like my awesome friend Mistress Ivy is, and would probably just party in these. BUT I AM MEANT TO BE SAVING MONEY, RIGHT? (eyes flicker to Panda) So my Honour PVC zip up skirt and a lace bra or corset will do.

P.S. I STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN MY BONDAGE PICTURES FROM THE CHANTA ROSE INESCAPABLE BONDAGE WORKSHOP! STAY TUNED! IT WAS HEIGHTS!

MAKE ME BAD

I'm taking some time off writing my reviews right now at the Skin Two office to talk about these epic medic inspired shoes that have been itching my brain like a dirty cast for the past month! Gwendolyn Huskens is obviously the most genius design student I've encountered in a while. I would actually sport the majority of them. Dead serious.

Anyways, I'm pretty excited because, going through this massive heap of perverted/weird books and DVD's at the office, I stumbled across something of Trevor Brown's. I praised his work way back on my old blog at some point, and am now fortunate enough to do a review on one of his books of macabre rubber-clad doll illustrations. Check out his work and blog of similar works and inspiration here....well, if you like cute amputees, bondage chicks, dolls, eerie child play and toys and all that lol...

P.S. Today I'm signing up for a workshop in Bondage!

[image by Rene Van Der Hulst]

I SEE THE FLESH AND IT SMELLS FRESH AND IT'S JUST THERE FOR THE TAKING

So all day I've been trying my best to avoid my Developing the Novel homework. It is so tedious when you have tedious novel ideas. So I've been browsing random documentaries (currently on the history of crack/cocaine), as well as enjoying back to back old school Tom and Jerry. I came across a pretty sick docu. on Snuff Movies ('the dark side of porn') that I thought I should share with the sick and plain curious.

So, click if you are so inclined.