Pixie Dollhouse: Sogno D'Inverno by Signe Vilstrup

Hey all y'all! Q & A time! "Where are you now?" is always a popular question posted by you, my devotees. Where am I? Let me think...Oh my God, where am I? Oh, right. Of course. Right now I am hunting. I am in some place, with some people and I am hunting. That is clear. I am still unaware what these people have hired me to hunt, but it is extremely clear that whatever it is I am hunting, I am hunting it very well. Another thing I am currently unsure of is what I am required to do upon finding the unspecified creature. But I am prepared nevertheless to hug, wrestle, remove the teeth of, or even make an intervention on the creature the minute I am formally asked to. I am paid well for these skills. Hold on. Right now Benny is asking to be fed. More accurately, he is rapidly poking me while pointing a finger toward his mouth. "Benny," I am now answering him, "if you're hungry, there's lunchmeat in the refrigerator, but unfortunately you can't eat it right now because you're not actually hungry."

As I was saying, I will continue to hunt and I will continue to be successful. (Though I will never shoot anything because hunting is not good.) But what about you? Do you know what I find interesting, as you bombard me with questions about my life and what I am up to, is that you have yet to disclose anything about yourself and all of your great accomplishments. What have you been doing? While I've been making out like a globe-trotting Alfred B. Nobel incarnate, have you invented or revolutionized anything? Nothing? Seriously? Okay, I am going to close my eyes and count to twenty and when I open them if you're not holding an abacus or a cell microscope in your hand I am going to find out your address and-Wait. Excuse me. Benny is now crying. I must go.

Scattered fondness,
Dr. Doris Haggis-on-Whey

Friday, January 1, 2010

Sogno D'Inverno by Signe Vilstrup

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EDITORIAL: Sogno D'Inverno
MAGAZINE: Grazia Italy
PHOTOGRAPHER: Signe Vilstrup
MODELS: Quinn Cooper & Masha Novoselova

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After 3 and a half years of robust health and longevity, Apple Parfait, my Macbook Pro, decided to spring a surprise death upon me - right on New Year's Eve because computers are always inconsiderate little twats. All these years - not a crash, not a Trojan, not a whimper. And then all of a sudden... BLUE SCREEN OF DOOM. I am unimpressed.

She is now in the ICU of the Apple hospital awaiting resurrection.

I had a whole bunch of photos to post from Quintessential boutique's 5th Year Anniversary party but they will have to wait as I am currently getting by on my old miniscule Mac Powerbook, circa 2004, which has an operating system supported by nothing and no one. The latest versions of everything don't even want to be friends.

So till I get Apple Parfait back from the shop (with luck, around the 9th January), Pixie Dollhouse will have to suffer. Here are some old photos instead:

I am unable to upload a 2010 New Year photo, so clearly, one from 2004 will have to do. My father bought me those sunglasses from Vegas. True story.

Christmas 2006

And then some REALLY old photos:

Almost did a Britney. But good job on the undies, self.

Great Grandma Mary
RIP

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!
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