too tired to even type. i wish all the thoughts in my head could be sucked out and pasted down on some paper. done.

too tired… want to write extraordinary non-fiction. want to ramble the jumble of my brain and have it sound intriguing. want to string together glorious words in undulating phrases that mean something more than my stomach making weird noises.

i’m a contemporary observer with a head jam-packed with useless trivia. i’m falling asleep.

why do some designers think that throwing together ugly mismatched fabrics in raucous colors constitute good innovative design?  I guess if you believe it is good then perhaps it does take some aesthetic skill to mix and match.  But sometimes i think it just demonstrates a joke played on gullible fashionistas who just MUST be on the bleeding edge of fashion at any given time.

or maybe its just taste…. of which there is no accounting.

reblogs of various designs that i think are very gorgeous.