when pit bulls attack -

they sneak up on you . . .

they get really close to your jugular . . .

and they nuzzle with all their might.

before retiring to their lair,

to chuckle with evil glee

messages from the past -

we've been through a lot,

this man and i.

he stumbled over this tee shirt a few weeks ago,

and asked why i never had worn it.

"because i bought it for YOU, two years ago," i replied.

"i thought you bought it for me, for you."

sometimes sentiment

is more powerful than words.

MATADOR : Eduardo Lucero at the museum of latin american art

last week,

tim and i drove to long beach.

where the hell is long beach, you ask?

i still have no idea,

but we went, in order to support a new friend,

the designer eduardo lucero,

who was being honored by the museum of latin american art.

the event required a certain polish of dress

that you can imagine tim and i were loathe to rise to:

eduardo had used the art of the museum

to inspire the whole runway,

hand crafting every outfit to reflect a modern vision of the art,

diverse and distinct.

i don't think it's going too far to say

that his show felt like an american gaultier,

or a latin galliano.

there were stunning ballet inspired moments:

beautiful languid passages of hand beaded black,

toreador fringed and lace paneled,

sexual and ecclesiastic at the same time:

a good example of the art to inspiration to runway moment:

this exit brought people to their feet.

lucero also uses a broader range of figures for his models,

which proved stunning in this red exit:

and my favorite, by far,

was his "cage" dress in gray:

click on any of the images to see them larger.

but the best part for me,

was that this modest man and new friend

has asked me to collaborate with him 

and film these pieces.

so we are off and running.

crazy fashion film on it's way, my loves.

think bulls and boys and gowns and dust and . . . 

well, you'll see.

beetlegeuse, beetlegeuse, beetle juice -

for a long time in our history,

we used to be followed by ladybugs.

no kidding.

they would swarm onto our lawn one random sunny sunday, covering us,

literally hundreds of them all at once.

they would walk across our pillows in the morning as we were waking up.

they would appear in union pier,

in the winter,

in a store where we were walking with erin and paul.

they would show up on a windshield in san francisco

just before a big shoot.

they were our harbingers of change,

for after they appeared,

our lives shifted,

noticeably.

she showed up last week, on our doorstep.

i can't wait.

bar hopping : knightlife in weho

tuesday nights,

brandon and tim dragged me out.

i am not normally a tuesday night out kinda guy.

but knightlife turned out to have amazing music,

cuter than average weho bar guys,

and strong drinks.

(dustin, brandon and i, proving the "strong drinks" part.)

(jim and tim, proving the cute guy thing.)

but for some reason, tim had trouble

gettin us in frame.

for instance, too low:

too high:

oh, wait.

maybe he wasn't TRYING to get US in frame:

pit bulls know the secret -

mostly,

it's the moments we get the attention that matter.

first, pit bulls will pin you down . . .

then,
they will relentlessly whine until you pay attention to them.

vicious.

Pretty things worth Posting :

trying something new.

in no order, with no rhyme and little reason, some pretty things i've liked recently:

this window in paris,

shot by lyle and sent to me by iphone:

the libertine lookbook:

this balenciaga boot:

the surge of now canceled polaroids

as format to promote new models:

fur shoes:

these three behind the scenes shots from the fall shows:

( i believe valentino, galliano, hermes)

this pool:

this ad:

this body:

the dries van noten boutique opening in tokyo:

the fact that west hollywood IS it's own city:

this watch:

this tattoo:

this moment:

this steichen photograph:

and this photo of tilda at the baftas:

Sunday Storytelling, the aftermath -

so we did all that shooting,

and still had time to gather the gang

and head to the london hotel for brunch.

we good like that.

(little luke, timmer, and lyle)

(jim, moi-meme, chris, brandon)

it was a round table of new friends,

and plates of new food.

we're getting good at packing it in

day after day.