Budget Fashionistas

erikangstrom: Joan Snyder - Squares (1972)

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:35:32 -0700

erikangstrom:

Joan Snyder - Squares (1972)

Julian Lynch - “Gloves” You know I don’t put a...

Tue, 21 May 2013 20:16:23 -0700

Julian Lynch - “Gloves”

You know I don’t put a song or video on here unless I’m in love with it.

Kurt Vile - “Baby’s Arms” I get sick of just...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:27:52 -0700

Kurt Vile - “Baby’s Arms”

I get sick of just about everyone and I
Hide in my baby’s arms
Hide in my baby’s arms

Writing a heartfelt note to my ex-girlfriend after almost a year of not talking to her and then...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:03:58 -0700

Writing a heartfelt note to my ex-girlfriend after almost a year of not talking to her and then crying afterward makes me feel like such a loser.

For what it’s worth, I loved her more than I’ve ever loved anything.

fuckyeahbrutalism: Stadium, Krasnoyarsk, Russia, 1968 (Vitaly...

Sun, 19 May 2013 13:16:32 -0700

fuckyeahbrutalism:

Stadium, Krasnoyarsk, Russia, 1968

(Vitaly V. Orekhov)

La Luz - “Sure as Spring” (Live on KEXP)

Sun, 19 May 2013 12:19:27 -0700

La Luz - “Sure as Spring” (Live on KEXP)

Martin Douglas

Sun, 19 May 2013 11:58:25 -0700

Martin Douglas

I used to always see the end of my twenties as some sort of nightmarish existential clusterfuck or...

Sat, 18 May 2013 19:46:00 -0700

I used to always see the end of my twenties as some sort of nightmarish existential clusterfuck or not even making it there, but it’s turning out to be kind of a fucking ball. It’s okay to have fun living.

Martin Douglas

Sat, 18 May 2013 19:09:47 -0700

Martin Douglas

Song: Parquet Courts - “Light Up Gold II”

Fri, 17 May 2013 16:20:29 -0700

Song: Parquet Courts - “Light Up Gold II”

Martin Douglas

Fri, 17 May 2013 16:19:19 -0700

Martin Douglas

Fri, 17 May 2013 16:18:23 -0700

Martin Douglas

the pressing and the flipping and the folding and the hanging.

Thu, 16 May 2013 22:41:00 -0700

every so often, whenever i have the pleasure of laundry stacking up on my futon, i specifically carve out a portion of my day to iron; it’s a special activity that i hold incredibly dear. i set up my ironing board parallel to the front windows in my loft, i separate the foldables from the ironables, i put on a record. i sing along with the words as i push my iron back and forth, driving it over the corners and creases like i’m flattening rocky land. as much as i love having pressed clothes, it’s — as most things in life are — more about the journey than the destination. the destination only means that i’m free to continue my sopranos marathon or whatever. what do you do after you’ve reached your destination? you rest, i guess. rest is boring sometimes.

i think about the way it looks while i’m ironing, how i look doing it. i think about the camera hovering over the ironing board, or panning out as i step away to put a pair of pants on a hanger. the steam puffs out in aesthetically pleasing bursts. i must be some special type of crazy to think ironing is art, but i think everything is art. think about someone taking out their trash from the right angles or with the right editing. it doesn’t look heroic by any means; it’s still pretty boring. but when you think of the dreadfully cliched “motion picture that is your life,” the mundane occasions add up pretty fast. brilliantly directed, artful ironing is what i think of when i stand in front of that board.

in my one-a-day journal entry today, i wrote, “my crime drama will definitely feature an extended montage of the protagonist ironing.” the other things i have in that book aren’t for you to know. wink.

Martin Douglas

Thu, 09 May 2013 14:39:26 -0700

Martin Douglas

Song: Deerhunter - “Neon Junkyard”

Thu, 09 May 2013 12:37:00 -0700

Song: Deerhunter - “Neon Junkyard”

i could be your boyfriend or i could be your shame.

Wed, 08 May 2013 02:08:00 -0700

hey, martin douglas! whatever happened to that girl you were talking about in the “pensacola” section of your deerhunter essay?

i want to say “who cares?” with almost every fiber in my being. i want to climb to the mountaintops and shout “WHO THE FUCK FUCKING CARES!” for all the world to hear in my nasally, less-than-world-beating voice. but sometimes i still think about her. you see, i loved her. i loved her in this deep, never-ending way; i loved her with the burning intensity of a white flame. and when she did what she did, it gave me one of the most profound feelings of hurt and sadness i’ve ever experienced in a life full of profound feelings of hurt and sadness. i’m sure you’ve gone through that, right? you’ve been in love, right? i highly recommend it to every single person reading this. just don’t let someone else end it. it’ll wreck your life.

the truth is that i still think about her. certainly not in a romantic way, but i haven’t been grinding an axe every day for a year, either. i mainly hope she finds peace in whatever life she chose after me. i hope she realizes that she made a big mistake, because out of all of the things in which i think i have a modicum of talent, being a caring, supportive boyfriend is highest on that list. i hope she considers it a mistake, and i hope she’s able to live with mistakes. god knows i’ve made plenty myself.

and for myself, i hope that wasn’t the last romantic love i’ve experienced in my lifetime. because that keeps me awake at night sometimes.

Martin Douglas

Wed, 08 May 2013 00:50:35 -0700

Martin Douglas

Wed, 08 May 2013 00:19:17 -0700

Martin Douglas

Word to Roger Sterling, life is just a series of doors that close behind you.

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 05:15:23 -0700

Word to Roger Sterling, life is just a series of doors that close behind you.

Martin Douglas

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 12:46:23 -0700

Martin Douglas