Mrs. Mia Wallace Vibes

  I said GODDAMN! Who else is glad that the week is more than halfway over? Well, Comrades, I hope that each of you have thoroughly decompressed and found refuge at the bottom of a glass… Let’s talk spirit animals…soul twins…twin flames… Mrs. Mia Wallace is one of mine (along with Oscar Wilde, Dolores Haze,…

Vices & Spices.

  PSA: Your dreams don’t have an expiration date! You know what I want to be when I grow up? A decent human being. There seem to be far too few of those around these days in this money-hungry, fame-whore loving, perpetually busy world. When did we give up on each other? When did we…

The Comrade General In Paris: Notre Dame + Cafe Panis!

I know I’m going to sound like every other girl who’s visited Paris before – but Paris, je t’aime! I am currently going through a mourning phase and drowning my sorrows in a stiff drink as we speak. How cruel it is to know that there is someplace around the world where you feel completely…

La Parisienne

Viva la Parisienne! While I was in Paris, I couldn’t help but notice that there is a certain je nais se quois about the women – I mean, of course, the French woman has been a muse of mythological proportion ever since the days of Marie Antoinette, Madame DuBarry, and Madame Pompadour. Seeing¬†and feeling this…

Curve Appeal.

“Cultivate your curves – they may be dangerous, but they won’t be avoided” -Mae West Greeting comrades! As you may (or may not) know, I am forever on a quest to refine my silhouette. I find curves, indentations, protrusions, light, shadows, structure, and the malleability of soft flesh endlessly fascinating. Corsetry (training with a “proper”…

1984.

Greetings comrades. 2017 is off to a pretty rough start here in The United States of Anxiety. The gravitas of the political situation here has definitely sunk in, and no amount of vodka and cigarettes can make things better. If there is a silver lining, it would definitely be the fact that it is in…

Thanksgiving Proper.

First, let’s start with the Thanksgiving improper. I smashed my thumb in the car door on Thanksgiving Eve. I know I’m the biggest klutz of the them all, but really. I stifled a scream as it happened, grabbed my keys as fast as humanly possible, and ran up the stairs to my apartment. Blood was…

The Art Of The Bathroom Selfie 

  If there is anything that garners more shame than a bathroom selfie, I don’t know what it is. Which is unfortunate, since the bathroom has some of the greatest lighting. I’m not ashamed to admit it – I¬†love the stark contrast of cold white¬†porcelain¬†and soft, warm flesh. The bathroom is an intimate place –…

Cocktails + The Comrade General: “American Pie” Whiskey Spiked Apple Cider

If the comforting combination of whiskey and apple pie¬†flavor¬†doesn’t scream “Murica!”, than I honestly¬†don’t know what does. In an age where sex, scandal, and the political circus (or freak-show, whatever you prefer)¬†has taken over the forefront of American society – do yourself a favor and pour yourself¬†a good ol’ fashioned¬†American drink. If there is anything…

In The Land Of Blood & Poppies 

If I were to write a memoir, it would read like a dark Eastern European folk-tale. From the endless travels through faraway lands, a childhood spent playing among ancient Byzantine ruins with a best friend named Snow White, and days spent in Bucharest watching gypsies with glittering gold teeth play the accordion for their dancing…