While sitting and sipping wine and ranting about love and life with some of my dearest and closest, I had a moment of clarity not so long ago, and decided that I knew what love and life meant to me, and that it was almost as simple as a sincere slow dance. Listening to Leonard Cohen and this particular song written regarding a blow job from Janis Joplin, I found that I was the most happy and content I'd ever been and in exactly the right place at the right time, and it fell on the one month anniversary of my arrival here. This particular song became the reference for the past month and its particular enjoyment, and It was decided that we would document a song for every month that I was here in the states, the result being a beautiful mix tape that had not been pre determined by choice, but that the song chosen for the month would reveal itself in life and have relevance to moments of perfection. This is November's.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
I guess a testament to the time I'm having here in San Francisco is the belated posts.
It feels as though I've squished 6 months into the last 6 weeks, and there's no stopping now.
Heavy Metal Thanksgivings. FunFunFunFest. Austin. Rambo Thanksgivings. Blackouts at Pops. Street Music Parties. Halloween. Delores Park. St Francis for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Art gallery openings. Grinderman. Daily coffee from 'the babe'. Heavy Metal arts and crafts. Bender Bar gigs. Planetariums. Carlo Rossi everynight. Hemlock hangouts. SF Giants Riots. Day of the Dead Parade. Vintage shopping. Possessing Nick Caves bodily fluids and face sauce on a towel. I can't believe this is my life.
This is a bunch of Cameron's stuff again, cos I love it always. This is sartorial Winter.
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