go ahead and ask me anything at http://formspring.me/josephineng
iPhone photo by Tyler Stewart
That’s what my friend, Charles, referred to it as. It being my former blog. From whence some of you have come to this new trick. It’s a little different, even if the girl in the photos looks the same.
I’ve received e-mails, DMs, wall posts asking why I shut zucket down or if it’s gone for good. I don’t know if I’ll ever bring it back but for now, I’d like to move on.
Sass as an alter-ego and the whole ‘society girl porn’ malarky was a fantasy.
Most importantly, it was supposed to be fun.
Until there were too many people who weren’t in on the joke.
Sass partied too hard and drank too much with her DJ/promoter/band/server/model/blogger/actor/hotyoungbabescenester friends, dated disastrously, only ate in the late afternoon and over-shared every bit of it. For years.
Joey in the mean time made a habit of biking to several events every day, stayed sober, said hi to a few friends, took hundreds of photos, posed for them, scolded her pretty loves for doing bumps on keys in bathroom stalls, for smoking even, failed at every relationship, went home alone, edited photos, attempted to be witty, stayed on top of several social mediums, became increasingly annoyingly archival and stats obsessed, constantly explained and excused it all while working at an ad agency full time, a retail store part time and freelancing, busting each ass cheek trying to overachieve.
Did I meet many of my favourite people in the world because of it? Yes, gratefully.
Did I score swag, privileged access, cash and cheques? Yes, just enough.
Did I learn much along the way? Yes, I’d like to think so.
Did I enjoy writing it? Yes, of course.
Do I miss it? A little.
I’m glad you’re still here.
Sex is easy, it’s everything else that’s hard. The paradigm has shifted and sex isn’t love anymore. I find that all the supposed pre-cursors that we skip for the sake of non-commitment are what have become taboo.
Sleeping next to someone is difficult. You never really do. It begins to feel like a timed game with too many variables. Obligatory, almost. And you can’t sleep with a giant pea wedged in your consciousness. Unless you’re really drunk.
The most intimate moment I can recently recall was when a man kissed me on the forehead, ever so lightly when he thought I was asleep. It was the sweetest thing anyone had done for me in the past 3 years and we were barely lucid.
I feel violated by the simplest of touches. Fingertips on shoulders, hair being played with, hands on smalls of back. But you could hit me, throw me around, bruise me from the inside out and it would all be fair game on familiar ground. Pretty backwards, eh?
And you know what makes me nervous? Holding a man’s hand. It’s fucking unnerving.
I can’t do it. Not without fear.
And you think you’re shy?
One day she’s wearing Tevas painting the word “PEACE” on the sidewalk with mud on pixie sticks at Camp Nanaimobar
And the next you realise you’ve just creamed it to a minor muttering “your shoes are off-brand” on the corner of Queen St. and
Note: Ontario has a mental health issue
Photo manipulated and jacked from Sam’s iPhone uploads on facebook
P.S. Holy hell do I miss you, Sam!!
Suffice to say, I have yet to acquire a driver’s license in any state of America. The only thing I plan on driving is you.
Photo by Andrew Louis.
Dance Mother by Sweet Thing.
Directed by Christopher Mills. ©2010 EMI Music Canada
Some loves are forever and I love Sweet Thing.
They are a good band.
A really, really great band.
Please see them live.
That is, if you want to dance, motherfuckers.
Dates announced so far:
Thursday, May 27 2010 – Nanaimo, BC
Friday, May 28 2010 – Victoria, BC
Saturday, May 29 2010 – Vancouver, BC
Tuesday, June 1 2010 – Edmonton, AB
Wednesday, June 2 2010 – Calgary, AB
Thursday, June 3 2010 – Saskatoon, SK
Friday, Jun 4 2010 – Winnipeg, MB
Saturday, Jun 5 2010 – Thunder Bay, ON
FREE download of their debut single available here until May 16th, 2010.
For more insider goss, read (the only remaining) band wife, Dayna’s blog.
Eggs Benedict | Angele
Downtown | Napa, California.
Eggs Benedict | Bottega Louie
Downtown | Los Angeles, California.
Eggs Benedict | Local
Silverlake | Los Angeles, California.
Do you know how to poach an egg?
You break it.
Expel into a vat of boiling water. Right in the eye of its cyclonic swirl.
Watch the yolk envelop within a weaker skin.
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But not quite.