WINDSOR STREET WHY YOU SO STANK?

WHATS THAT SMELL?

so if  youre reading this you probably are aware that i like to run. i run a lot. and i run the same routes over and over. i like to zone out and daydream while i run, not vigilantly monitor the sidewalk, so i take the same paths and after a while auto-pilot kicks in and viola; a relaxing run. anyways about an hour in i turn off massachusetts avenue and take a right down windsor street. i dont know what is wrong with this road but it stinks. its not a forgotten dumpster type of stink either but each week it is something different. a couple of weeks ago it reeked of cat litter, last week it was a mixture of diapers and bleach. today it smelled like garbage and more garbage. this is a pretty normal street with a couple of schools and some multi family housing. there is however a large quantity of doritos bags on the ground and crap lying around so perhaps this is a clue. whatever the street is gross. 

windsor street. i left out the funyuns bags.

BALLOON WHISPERER.

i love balloons and i love finding them randomly. im not sure if i find them or they find me but here are a few.

the charles.

backbay.

north end.

balloons are mine forever.

SHIT I FIND.

so for some reason i have been blessed with the gift of being able to find weird things on the ground. i dont mean bugs and garbage but random items that people (or wizards or witches) leave behind on the street for what ever reason. a good example would be this note i found today-

i wonder what 'it' was.

or this one time i found a smattering of clothing which included black pants, a cheap black button down (mens) a wine key, and some ladies underpants and a bra. it seriously looked like a cross dressing waiter disappeared into thin air. i suspect this skill has been bestowed upon me not because i am the chosen one of the trash can gods but because i am outside a lot. i run almost every day and i walk everywhere. i am also fairly observant and enjoy taking photos assuming that anyone gives a shit about the crap i spy laying around in boston. good times!
here is a smattering of some interesting finds.

if its not broke dont fix it.

such a waste of yumminess. or is it???

straw.

babies.

fuck that mandolin.

see you next time.

i wish i would have taken that sweat shirt.

bunny friend.

my favorite thing ive found recently. 

christmas decorations.

not a nap. rip.

one point.

every time a bell rings a fairy disappears into thin air.

omens.

fat.

ACNE IS SO GOOD AND RUNNING MAKES YOU SKINNY.

just wanted to post my outfit from dinner last night and say fuck yeah i can fit into my size 34 acne skirt that ive only wore twice. its made from multiple layers of silk with no stretch at all so you either fit into it or you do not. since losing my job a couple of weeks ago i have been running nearly every day which is a great way to lose weight. i am also off the booze (two weeks as of today!) which knocks out around 50,000,000,000 sugary pointless calories a week. point being the skirt fits and i feel better than i have in ages.

word!

THINKING OF NORWAY.

in may 2009 i went to norway. i spent all my time in the city of stavenger on the west coast. this was the loveliest place i have ever been, certainly the most calm, and there are two acne stores in very close proximity to one another. heaven! i felt like posting some of my favorite pictures from that time. has anyone else been?

this was in the ceiling of the ladies room.

of this ladies room. me with long hair. missssssss.

wood carving.

about 11pm. it doesnt get completely dark in may. 

super modern sandbox in the middle of town. oh hey no big deal.

norwegian coast guard. no joke.

sea captain.

TATTOOS AND OUTER SPACE.

when im sleepy i like to be comfy and that means sweet little boy pajamas. these are a particular fave of mine because who doesnt like space travel and the color blue. the shirts actually make an ok top to wear out as well, they are sturdy and typically have a killer print. check it out.

blast off!

MY WOODEN ANNIVERSARY.

THE FIFTH YEAR.

i am coming up to my fifth year in boston and if you werent aware this is the anniversary where a couple would receive wood as a gift. i am a little disappointed because year four was linen or silk and year three was leather (where was i at year three!?!?!) and those seem a bit more elegant than wood but i am into bamboo and other such modern stems so i am sure something elegant and mid-century can be procured. i am going to take a trip to the cambridge antique market and search around.
to be continued....

cool.

pretty cool.

awesome.

I LIKE BANKS

banks are sweet. regardless of what branch moves in or whose name is on the checks the general layout of most bank buildings has not changed since they were all built in the fifties and sixties. this is obviously because aside from technological advances the day to day activities of general banking is the same. cash money in cash money out. you want to hang out in some good looking mid century architecture start cruising banks. i would avoid lingering for too long or hitting up the same places too often. i think photography is a no-no. unless you do a tourist move and enlist a friend and a couple fanny packs and point a lot at the ceiling while snapping away.