Miss Marianne Faithfull:

Miss Marianne Faithfull:
(Born December 29, 1946; Capricorn) - Songs she inspired: She Smiled Sweetly, Let's Spend The Night Together, She's Like A Rainbow, You Can't Always Get What You Want, Wild Horses, I Got The Blues, 100 Years Ago, Winter

Miss Anita Pallenberg:

Miss Anita Pallenberg:
(Born January 25 or April 6, 1942) - Songs she inspired: You Got The Silver, Sister Morphine (words by Marianne), Wild Horses, Coming Down Again, Angie, Beast Of Burden, All About You

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

BFFs







Krystal and I have decided that we need to arrange a photoshoot together ASAP. Ideally, this would be shot for Vogue and also feature our fashion/life idols, Marianne Faithfull and Anita Pallenberg, a sort of passing of the torch if you will. I also happen to think that K and I should go into business together, and whatever we create should utilize some grouping of the letters AKLM. What do you think?
I don't want to intimate that I, in any way, am as grand as the these three ladies I've mentioned, or that I can hold a candle to them in terms of their beauty, grace and style, but I find myself incredibly inspired by them anyway. Krystal has been one of my absolute best friends for about a year and a half now (she gave me the fur coat I'm wearing in one picture!). We bonded over our love of the Stones and rock n' roll, as well as our appreciation for rock goddesses and muses.
Happy 2009 everyone! Let's make it a fabulous year. Again, I will be spending the evening drinking champagne (the $130 special reserve Veuve Clicquot) with someone gorgeous who greatly excites me, and being happy.

xooxoox

Monday, December 29, 2008

"She comes in colours everywhere..."




HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARIANNE FAITHFULL!

This post is in honour of her majesty, Miss Marianne, turning the ripe old age of 62 today, December 29, 2008. We all know how much I appreciate and admire this woman, who has lived the lives of a dozen girls. If you haven't read her amazing autobiography Faithful, put it on your list. More than just an iconic beauty of the late '60s, Marianne is an inspiration--a strong, smart and exquisite woman. She has not only inspired some of the greatest songs the Stones ever wrote, but wrote some herself. I'll be in Washington D.C. tonight donning the most Marianne-ish outfit I can find and sipping some champagne! Bless you, sister morphine. If only I could be as beautiful as you!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Never kept a dollar past sunset...

How true those words, sung by Mr. Richard on Exile track "Happy", are this time of year with Christmas just a day away! I actually selected such a quote not to comment on my lack of monetary responsibility (which is a given) but to declare that, alas, I am somewhat Happy myself. Seated at the front desk in a building that I own 22.5 % of, pounding Vitamin C, sipping Evian, and soaking up all of the tiny space heater that I can (it's perpetually freezing), I am actually rather content. The past couple of months have not been very good ones, but guess what? War is over, if you want it. And I wanted it.

When I first met the C word, I fell in infatuation harder than I ever had in my life. I ignored the advice of, well, pretty much everyone, and when it was finally time for us to be together, he continued to fuck up so catastrophically that my feelings were irrevocably hurt. In our relationship, I did things wrong too, although I don't suppose gravitating to a man who was nice to me after being ignored, taken for granted, and having him gravitate towards other people as well is really that reprehensible an offense. Guilt is not an enjoyable feeling, and I felt it for months and months, as if in constant apology for something he had done too (and worse!). Anyway, it ended up being that C and I parted ways, a decision I have been very much lauded for by my family and friends. It wasn't easy and I've certainly been a bit down at time, but I finally feel like I'm free. Free of the worry and suspicion that used to define my days (and this was when we were together). Girls, I will offer a slice of advice--don't ever let yourself be with a man who makes you feel in competition. The C Word knew I was better than those haggard, two-bit trolls, but he always wanted to keep me down, keep me feeling badly about myself. Was this indicative of some deep insecurity on his part? Perhaps. I don't really know and I suppose I won't be bothered thinking about it any more. But I've been hurt, a lot. I (almost) pity a guy I seriously fancy and who seriously fancies me because I'm bound to be "a little bleary, worse for wear and tear".

Fortunately, I want so many better things for myself, and they are arriving. My best friend Lucie moved back to Washington D.C. in October and I don't think I would have survived my heartache without her nursing my wounds with lunches and sleepovers (and of course, nap time!). I'm going to pursue my dream of modeling, I'm trying to get on better with my family, and I hope that some day a marvelous guy who is exceedingly charming falls for me. At 22, I think I'm finally beginning to realize what I want out of life and what I deserve, and the two aren't so different. I hope this post finds the few people that read this very well indeed.

Special thanks to aforementioned BFFs Lucie and Krystal (I swear I'll post more, K!). Also to a lovely young woman named Kat, a fellow redhead and rock n' roll lover, who has been very instrumental in my feeling OK about leaving The C Word. To my sister Meredyth, the most gorgeous little girl I know--Lord knows I can't live without you (so please never put me in that position). To Mackenzie, my niece. The light that 7 month old baby has brought to my life is immeasurable. For my extended family, of which there are many members, particularly my Aunts Ellie and Lisa. For my Mommy, who despite her Catholic guilt and frugality is one of the best people I know and someone I really do love being around.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU!