Spent the day shopping for reclaimed wood in New Jersey. [shelves for studio]
Lunch at a highway diner. Look what I shoved in my face:

and then it got just as good, if not better:

My new wig “Les Roseaux Sauvages” is now available for Blythe doll collectors worldwide. She is in a intense, cool lime color and comes with a headpiece of vintage flowers and black ribbon.

Some new work out in D Magazine.

So indecent to mix cold shades (ash platinum) with warm shades (auburn brown) together.

Unconditionally influenced by Abigail’s Party and distracted by things too shiny to resist, there is something about this vintage Sarah Coventry faux “Wild Honey” bracelet which will be round my wrist within a couple of days. Something very morbidly John Player Special about this.

[seller’s photo]

It’s being a very strange morning. Must forge ahead however, [into the shower] and go meet my agent for truffle french fries.

My new wig set for Blythe dolls in baby mohair, is now available for collectors worldwide.
She’s “Butterfly 7” and she’s in a ooak silver-lilac color with light ends.

$13 plus tax for a quiche the fuck lorraine? I don’t think the fuck so, @lepainquotidien. Eggs is good tho, mm.

L’Atelier sister Asami and I were working on a job yesterday with Radka&Rene (<3) and during our break, she made an origami berd for my hair nest.

An early 1980s Siân Phillips was the epitome of the Dusty Springfield school of tranny beauty, complete with 1950s hack nosejob and affected uppah class intonations. Celebrating her.

This airplane has the internets! Hay from the sky! Bored and about to get drunk.

i’m sitting on the floor of a dark, empty, echo-y, dirty room, eating stuffed vine leaves with my fingers out of a can. i wiped my mouf with the store receipt. #ghetto

The movers just left with my things. I feel like I’ve been butt raped by a rabid gang of inbred gorillas and left for dead. Only worse.

Also, it may be illegal but I’m taking (some of) my beloved lilac tree with me to NY.