Quiddity

Monday, June 11, 2012

Thrift Store

A turkey baster is a magic wand

Of course we'll do magic!

He shuffles some books around on the shelf

Does he even work there?

"Those bottles are ornamental, a nice gift."

They're painted on the inside. How'd they do it?

"Where does the money go?"

"To charity."

A small broken egg from a wooden box of twelve
Someone's kid got loose
Turkey baster kid?
Still waiting for Mom, holding a wooden chicken
"How do I volunteer?"
"I'll train you now"

Big purple chair, mint green armoir
Tripped on a kid reading on the floor
Didn't see you there

Musky smell and a rusty candle holder

It's too heavy
I take nothing home

Saturday, June 9, 2012

NYC round 2 week 1

I'm back in New York City. Staying in my fave 'hood Cobble Hill in Brooklyn. It was a super slow first week, I keep hearing from girls that it's been dead lately & that I arrived in the middle of all the resortwear fashion shows. Man I have good timing! I haven't had many castings which has given me the time to settle into an apartment, visit friends, and explore. I finished my book in two days. Oops. That was supposed to last me longer...for all those train rides in Manhattan. To Kill a Mocking Bird - HARPER LEE

In the midst of stressing that I will not work much here in the short time I am staying, I somehow booked a fashion show for Richie Rich of Heatherette. I was nervous, as I hadn't done runway in quite some time. Ah who am I kidding, runways always make me nervous. However, thank you to Richie Rich who taught me that champagne cures that ailment. I really enjoyed my time backstage, hanging with the amazing team made up of a solo hairstylist, and Picasso (yes Picasso!) the makeup artist and Richie's entourage of amazing people. It's funny because I watched a video of a Heatherette photoshoot some time ago and thought how funnnnnn it would be to work with him, and there I was! Having my right nipple "sparklebombed" by Richie Rich himself under the sheer-ish-right-breasted side of the tutu-like dress I was about to parade around in, within the comfort of my very own combat boots. No heels, score! 