COACHELLA COACHELLA

I am Ready Freddy. The time I look forward to more than Christmas and my birthday is here and the gifts are finally announced.


LES DO DIS ONE MO 'GAIN.



Photographs from last year:

Coachella Two Thousand and Eight

Part Two of Coachella 2008 Photographs

Only in the Castro

Looking at tonight's class schedules at 24 Hour Fitness, I found 24 Tease, a class to help me get in touch with the stripper within.

The Little Things Count

It really is beautiful seeing a community so active and so in control. It is the complete opposite of where I grew up. What I always held in high regard and was enticing to me is how everyones voice is audible, which was one incentive for my move to San Francisco, even though I don't speak much. It is as if every resident was given a megaphone for living here and can turn it on and have people listen whenever they like.

San Francisco- the best soil to grow any idea in.

One post bitches about the city, the other post praises the city. It's a love/hate relationship really.

On another note, I heard all the signs for Bush St. here in San Francisco have been covered with signs that say Obama on them.

Today is a beautiful day.

Jil Sander Shoes S/S 09

Lanvin Shoes S/S 09

Taken from Klang

Dior Homme S/S 09 Sunglasses

Rad, but cheap-looking.

Live in the moment

Chewable melatonin
27 episodes of Doogie Howser M.D.
Headaches
Audio chat with a friend in Tokyo
Not consuming liquids or food until 7PM


We all have weird moments... right?

Savor Sunny Sunday

Cell phone pictures:


The Reverend Al Sharpton


Somewhere between SF and LA during the AIDS/Lifecycle ride


Some bridge near Santa Barbara during the AIDs/Lifecycle ride


The adjacent bridge near Santa Barbara during the AIDS/Lifecycle ride


I am guessing someones pet was consumed by a coyote in downtown Huntington Beach


One of the greatest movies ever made


At the campground somewhere in Oregon


Fish N Chips in Oregon... I look bottomless


It tasted good.


One of our gifts from our 90+ mile day we spent attempting to share a climbing mountain road which lacked a shoulder with many fast moving semi-trailer trucks.


The day we met the man who shared with us his hooker and crack stories. The bedtime stories for adults.


The day we climbed to heaven


The view from city college


Red Cheeks at the Folsom Street Fair


A syringe outside my door


The day the top of the garbage truck ripped the fire escape everyone urinates over, through and under


SF from Twin Peaks at night


SF from Twin Peaks at day


The day I found a painting of my friend Phoebe from Orange County inside a hotel in San Francisco


The photograph I took for Kelly

I am in dire need of a point-and-shoot. The camera phone will not suffice. Film and digital would hit the spot.

I drank a lot last night and I woke up early and without adequate sleep as usual. I fall asleep or pass out really, really well when I consume a good amount of alcohol but I can only sleep for a few hours. Is it just me? I woke up at around 7 a.m. and spent the rest of my time on Hulu.

Here are some SNL videos I thought I should share:






Happy Sunday

Publish the Draft

Tonight, I texted Kelly telling her I felt "misplaced".


Tonight was Tara and Jessica's annual Christmas party in Silverlake. I was 380.18 miles away at a 18 and over club. My boredom drove me to walk home. My boredom and

I walked.
I purchased a small chese pizza.
I fed some others but most of it found a home in my stomach.
I walked again.

I used food as a cure to remedy my inability to relax. Eating outdoors is a stabilizer and calming agent. It sooths me. I once brought a box of Capri Sun's to a party in high school. I eat bananas at parties I attend. Last year, I brought green tea with added honey to the Christmas party.

I tried to find something to fix this internal restlessness.

I keep losing faith in this city every time I go out. It scares me when I say specifically for the snobbish reasons that give rise to such statements.

Nighttime is not a beautiful time in San Francisco. Usually when the lights go out, people become more comfortable. I become clausterphobic. It is like that saying "more fish in the sea", but think of it as your sea is almost dry and is now a very small pond. I haven't found many meaningful pursuits in people or anything else here. I haven't found many people that do not snort cocaine. I try my best to accept the behavior of others but I cannot control the cringe my mind and body undergo when introduced to certain elements. The melatonin, many slices of pizza or other unspecified variables are growing in weight.


I wrote this at 2:49AM on the night of my birthday (Dec. 20th) and just now decided to publish it for reasons I cannot mold into words.

Numero #98

"Divine"
Numero #98
November 2008
Photographer: Solve Sundsbo
Model: Isabeli Fontana

Just some shit I thought I should share since that is the point of this blog.

Dior Homme S/S 09 Ad Campaign

Photographer: Karl Lagerfeld
Model: Marlon Teixeira

Filippa K- San Francisco

Filippa K- San Francisco
1/15/09
6:00PM-9:00PM
66 Kearny Street
San Francisco, CA 94108
(415)951-0210

Jump on it.