
300(ish) Words on Mania
It was summer the very first time my cells began to race. I was seventeen.
It was summer the very first time my cells began to race. I was seventeen.
"WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, CHASE?" a blonde, bobbed woman screamed at Chase, who stood six feet away from her at baggage claim.
Never mind the silk robes and schemata and cleanliness. If I am going to worship something it is going to be filthy, worn and incredible.
Say we wanted to make a wise, escapist real estate investment somewhere in Florida that captured the joie de vivre of our time in the late '80s-'90s greeting card business...
Molly is an Los Angeles artist whose subject matter, as their site describes, “blurs the intersection of the dreamy and the deranged.” That might mean paintings of crying Miss Universe pageant queens or people excitedly posing with tigers.
It is three in the afternoon. And you can go anywhere. You can stay overnight. You can post yourself online. You can fall asleep with the television on.
Like most things, the origins of grottos involve God, sex and nature.
New York City might be the only place in the United States where a convenience store selling nips of Southern Comfort and Swishers is also home to a spiral-bound fashion magazine curated by Gucci.
Another year, another chance to be sexy, fun, wild ‘n’ free…How’s everyone feeling?