Revolutionary Butterfly: 2009

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

My Stones Shirt

My Stones Shirt, originally uploaded by Alex David Palmer.

I found this majestic shirt in my most beloved thrift store.

Sure, a loudly printed graphic tee in a thrift store is a pretty easy find.

This is more than a graphic tee. This is a soft, worn in jersey wonder, fitting just right onto the curves of my sides. Not to mention, it's an actual rolling stones concert shirt from 1989. The year I was born. It just sorta felt right.

Monday, December 7, 2009

the animal

Here's the rest of my fall collection.

the blind prophet

here's part one of my fall collection.

all pieces made by and photographed by yours truly.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Portrait of a King

Portrait of a King, originally uploaded by Alex David Palmer.

I made a diy light kit out of some fluorescent lights and a secondhand latter. My beautiful boyfriend stood in for me. Magic ensued.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

05.06.09

05.06.09, originally uploaded by Alex David Palmer.

blazer: no label. salvaged from my school's costume shop.
shirt: merona. target, obviously
pants: victorio cuture. some guy got evicted after not showing up for a month, so these were out on his curb.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

juliet is a dirty girl

dirrrrrrrrrrty girl, originally uploaded by Alex David Palmer.

juliet was dirty.
i took her to the laundromat.
it took the funk out of her
but she's still pretty dirty.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

juice ten

juice ten, originally uploaded by Alex David Palmer.

ladies, lock up your sons.
here comes the juice.
and he's ready to break some hearts.

Monday, April 20, 2009

hungry howie

hungry howie, originally uploaded by Alex David Palmer.

oh. my. god.

5.55 for a large pizza.

jesus christ you guys, and it's good pizza. with butter garlic crust.

FAT HEAVEN!

okay. now i'm off to get a diet coke.

4.20.09

4.20.09, originally uploaded by Alex David Palmer.

shirt: no label. showed up one day.
shoes: doc martins. thrift town.
vest: express. property of boo-boo.
pants: seersucker. thrift town.
belt: no label. thrift town
bag: coach. also property of boo-boo.

seth rogen

there has been a lot of people throwing around some talk about Seth Rogen.

i won't spend the majority of this post informing you of this man's impeccable timing, wit, and deadpan delivery, no. while i do believe that mr. rogen's films are not only carried by him completely, i'll be taking this time to inform you of my first and foremost opinion of this canadian chubster:

he is a sex symbol.

recently, seth rogen shimmied down a few sizes in preparation for his newest role in the green hornet. While shedding his round and endearing features for a more angular appearance, I've noticed many people coming from the woodwork to state their adoration for seth.

what i have to say to these people is this: back the fuck off my man!

listen folks, my love for this man spans a decade. Yes, as a fat latent homosexual ten year old, i would find myself glued to the tv, on the off chance i would catch a glimpse of my super dream man, ready and able to deliver the goods.

then freaks and geeks was canceled. a little piece of me died that day.

years later, i would be watching "40 year old virgin" when i couldn't help but be distracted by the giant doughy ball of jewish delight, in rapor with another studly mchunkerson known as paul rudd. who was this gorgeous goofball and how have i gone this long without seeing him? then it hit me. that was Ken Miller, aka, Seth Rogen. We were reunited, and it felt so good. And he went shirtless in the end of the movie.

love, it was real and it was deep.

It's no secret that i have since seen every film to showcase his beautiful fuzzy mug. from chubby to thin, this has consistently been my celebrity lust.

the other side of the spectrum has noted that they liked seth rogen better before weight loss. i say to that, fuck off. i don't care if the man weights 215 of 125. hell, he could gain enough weight to leave him ridden to his couch, skin permanently fused to the upholstery, he is still my great baboo.

seth rogen, this blog post is for you. i'm sure we may never meet, and i'm sure if we ever did it wouldn't be anything more than me completely melting into the floorboards and you passing the blunt to someone else. however, if by the off chance you ever want to make me your own personal katherine heigl/elizabeth banks, i wouldn't be opposed. neither will my boyfriend. he'll be waiting with his sonycam.

in any event, happy 420, seth, happy 420.