Duro Olowu & Spring produces a White Rabbit.

My book is finally finished and it's on it's way to maturity. Fingers crossed, spectacles testicles, wallet & watch!XO
In the meantime....

Duro Olowu SS2012.

XOXOX

THE BOOK.............

IS FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
XO

Steve Martin wants me to get a cab & the Led is OUT.

Dreams never cease to amaze me. I just came from a party Steve Martin was throwing (have not watched ANYTHING with him in it recently enough to validate his presence) that had some kind of beach obstacle course and then a full blown nightmare of a party started; blondes with flowers in their hair toting around hard lemonade and fake & bake douchers with tribal bands; that kind of thing. When I asked if anyone could give me a ride home, some A hole replied "Call a cab man."
Usually me dreams are beyond odd, Matt is usually made of candy, he winks at me a lot and there are fantasy animals and mob bosses in them, but I draw the line when the scene at Bar A invades my REM. I will not be having a dream like this again. Taking measures..

In greener and less drunk pastures, I have been letting the Led out daily. I don't know a soul & don't want to know one who does not LOVE Led Zeppelin. I love 70's epic rock the way I love Punk, Bowie, Waits & Iggy Pop. You could tell me any of these people did a cameo on Jersey Shore, & all would still be forgiven, that's how much I Tiger Beat them.
Though my first experiences of these bands came via a horrific junkie, ie, my Mom; I could still see the brilliance that these bands emanated. That energy has never left me & if if anything has set the bar for music for me which lends to me being judgmental about the majority of new music, especially for the masses. However, that is not something I m looking to alter;)

Commit today to hitting those high notes in your car and banging the shit out of the steering wheel while in the car driving through shit to do in your life and recap the feeling you had when you first heard Black Dog.....I still get goose bumps. You wanna be real about it, get some 5 inch platforms; either way, perform that fucking march and appreciate those way pavers. Blink 182 says you have a small penis and you fancy wearing days of the week drawers, not attractive. XO

Fuck.

I have been working on my book all morning. I am in the home stretch now and it feels surreal. These experiences do not feel like my own and I am petrified to have it be successful. I feel so ....something. It almost feels like I have schemed to do dope all day, made all the necessary preparations, lied to who I had to lie to, did what I needed to do and now it's just me and the beast. I should feel ecstatic, but I feel a little sad, a little liberated and an unnerving sense of identifiable fear of what, I don't know.
Nothing has frightened me more than the reality that I could be better than I ever thought and do what I never thought I could. This is not a fish for validation or even kind words, thoughts or feedback, I detest those things because I m so arrogant, however, I need to get it away from me due to my own poor digestion for such things.
My God, the life I have lived so far is........well, ambiguous in it's concern for my lack of wanting life and has afforded me one that could not have dreamed and that is saying something.
There is no point, no funny line for you to catch, no purpose to serve other than my own today. Maybe tomorrow will be an informative blurb about fashion, rants, recipes or judgement, but for today, I am scared, elated and not ok with those things but perhaps can be ok with them. What choice do I really have?

Gary Graham & PIZZA!

I adore anyone fighting the boring humdrum of predictable & void lulling fashion Ferris wheel that ambulates with every approaching season. Certain aspects are to be expected. Spring will always beget florals, whimsical nostalgia paired with contemporary cuts, however Gary Graham is making it Legend (starring Tim Curry in his best role since Rocky Horror)combining that ideal with a splash of grit. Spring has never looked so inviting and less Easter inspired. Easter is the meaningful equivalent of Valentine's Day. Doesn't really exist, monetarily lucrative, and has nothing to do with the essence of the fallacious meaning it has posed in the first place.....just saying.
Anyhoo, pretty/ ugly is never a bust & Gary Graham is killing it.
Gary Graham: 2011 & Spring 2012. (AAAAHH!)

It's Saturday & that means Pizza. What cannot be cured by pizza is a lost cause, and by all means you should keep taking the meds. This recipe is from The Post Punk Kitchen. ENJOY!!!!
Romesco Pizza With Caramelized Onions & Squash
by IsaChandra

You’ll need:
2 balls of pizza dough, for 2 large pizzas
Olive oil for brushing

For the caramelized onions:
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 large yellow onions
big pinch salt

For the sauce:
1 1/2 cups slivered almonds
4 red bell roasted peppers (you can also drained, jarred roasted red peppers)
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 small onion
5 cloves garlic, minced
Fresh black pepper
1/2 teaspoon dried marjoram
1/2 teasoon salt
1 tablespoon red wine vinegar
1 teaspoon agave nectar

For the squash:
1 large yellow squash, sliced into paper thin ribbons (with a mandoline or knife)

To make the caramelized onions:
The basic idea here is that you sweat the onions, which means you’ll be gently cooking them covered over low heat, and a lot of the cooking will be done from the steam as the water is released. You’re coaxing the sweetness out of them and locking it in. It looks like a lot of onion, and it is, but everything will cook down to manageable proportions, I promise. If you’ve never tasted caramelized onions, you might be surprised that an onion is even capable of this deep, sweet complexity, and with only two ingredients.

Preheat a heavy bottomed, preferably cast iron, skillet over low heat. Add the oil and the onions and toss the onions to coat. Cover and cook for 20 minutes, leaving a little gap for steam to escape. Stir occasionally, every 5 minutes or so. Onions should turn a nice mellow amber, but not burn, although a couple of darker spots are fine.

Remove the cover and turn the heat up just a bit, to a medium setting. Stir often for 10 more minutes. Onions should become a darker amber, and some of the moisture should evaporate. Transfer to a bowl until ready to use.

To make the romesco:
If your red peppers aren’t already roasted, then do it now. Just place them on a rimmed baking sheet, into a 425 F oven, and turn occasionally. They’re ready when they’re blackened and collapsed, about 20 to 25 minutes. Remove them from oven and immediately place in a paper bag. This will steam the skin off as they cool. Place in the fridge and once cool, remove from bag, peel off skin and remove seeds.

Now toast the almonds. Preheat a large, heavy bottomed pan over medium low heat. Spread the almonds out in a single layer and toast frequently until fragrant and honey brown, 5 to 7 minutes. Transfer almonds to a food processor. Now we’ll prepare the rest of the sauce.

In the same pan over medium high heat, saute onions in olive oil for 5 to 7 minutes with a pinch of salt, until lightly browned. Add garlic, several dashes fresh black pepper, dried marjoram and salt, and saute for 30 seconds more, then turn off the heat.

Now pulse the almonds in the food processor until they’re a finely ground powder. Add the roasted red peppers, the onion mixture and the red wine vinegar and agave nectar. Puree until fairly smooth. Taste for salt, and set aside until ready to use.

To assemble pizza:
Preheat oven to 500 F.

This post is getting really long, so it won’t be a treatise on how to perfectly roll out a pizza crust. But I’ll just say, use a lightly floured, cold surface and I’m just fine with using a rolling pin.

Roll dough out onto a large, lightly greased pizza pan. Spread a cup or so of romesco sauce onto the pizza. Place squash ribbons artfully over the sauce and drizzle with a little olive oil. Also, brush the crust with olive oil.

Place pizza on the bottom of the oven (yes, right on the bottom, no rack required) preferably on a pizza stone, but it’s ok if you don’t have one. Bake for about 10 minutes, or until crust is golden. Remove from oven, top with splotches of caramelized onion, sprinkle on some fresh black pepper if you like, slice and serve. Then prepare your next pizza the same way!

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The Green Lama & Assistance getting that shit off your vehicle.

We can all die feeling good about this life after viewing this fucking gem.
Fucking Tibetan Comics!!!!
Rubin Museum of Art
150 W. 17 St., NYC
Hero, Villain, Yeti
Tibet in Comics
December 9, 2011 - June 11, 2012

Next on the chopping block is the futile attempts of the Middle Class (fuckwad, Obama phased you out remember?), falsely perpetrating the "American Dream" families who are featuring these horrific sticker families on their vehicles.
The list of why this hellacious act is completely fucked are endless, however we will start with the obvious.
1. You are advertising to scumbags, pedophiles & "evil doers" alike how many kids you have, what they are into so these dregs know where to patrol in order to lure your children into their rape van, not to mention the tackiness rivals Wal Mart.

2. You are advertising that you voluntarily worship at the feet of the most tyrannical dictator posing as apple pie & drag your children along for the senseless act; planting the seed of unrealistic expectations, fictitious physical attributes that are featured as important in this life & most of all, that you are easily manipulated: Mickey Mouse the CEO of Disney.

(P.S. I will be right over to sell you arsenic ridden doughnuts claiming it will go to support my adult speed knitting team. We meet on Thursdays @ 6PM at the VFW. No jack wagon, not really.)

3. You are blatantly pointing out that the only enjoyment you have out of your life, is that which is advertised, hence seeking out constant approval & hopeful initiation of conversation started due to your lack of genuine meaningful relationships in your life. Stickers on your vehicle have come to be the only gold star you have acquired in adult life and the sadness is overwhelming.

You are better than this. You are better than stickers representing your essence on a fucking van. Say no to what others are doing and the deceitful ruse they are perpetrating. Your life is fuller than a sticker. Your accomplishments are worth more than a promulgated sticker. Don't chock up your life to fucking stickers; someone else's interpretation of what gauges your success in this world.
Be Deniro in Taxi Driver. "This is a man who stood up."
Am I looking a little too much into this? Absofuckingloutely. Do I care desperately about your conscious state in this world and want to invite vigorous action & eyes open sentiment? You bet your ass.

(Do not replace said stickers with ribbon magnets or those fucking puzzle Autism ribbons, or it will spawn another post altogether. Many Thanks.)