Saturday, May 3, 2014
Art & Design v.3: Leap in the Net Blow Up Air Dome
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Art & Design v. 2 - New York City Ballet - Light & Architecture
“Inspired by architecture by Santiago Calatrava, New York City Ballet tackled an interesting challenge by presenting the world premieres of five ballets with scenic elements (three with sculptures; two with painted drops) designed by Santiago Calatrava, one of the world’s leading modern architects, in a season based on the theme of “Architecture and Dance.” The new pieces also represent five leading contemporary choreographers: Melissa Barak, Mauro Bigonzetti, Peter Martins, Benjamin Millepied, and Christopher Wheeldon.”
“Having sculpture on stage is a challenge in terms of logistics,” says New York City Ballet’s resident lighting designer, Mark Stanley, who lit all of the new pieces. “We have to make the sets work in repertory and the sculptures have to come and go at intermission in a very short amount of time.” Stanley also explains that the design process was unique: “It wasn’t like having conversations with a set designer who comes in with sketches. Calatrava designed the sets independently, in the abstract, not specifically for each ballet. We worked to unify them into each piece and respect his design. He was not involved in the tech process.”
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Dream Roomspiration: Sexy Time Bedrooms for the Provocative Bachelor
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Ripple
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Ana Mulvoyten Ripple c/o tyler shields photography |
Friday, February 21, 2014
Art Vol. 1: Submerged beneath the surface --- Underwater Photography
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Dream Roomspiration: Sexy time for the Provocative Bachelorette - Powder Puff Decor In a Woman's Boudoir
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touch c/o tylershields.com |
Some dolls love to touch themselves in their boudoirs! Oh my! It's okay if you're lonely dolls and even when you are not! Now Barbie loves her boudoir! In fact, one of Barbie's favorite pastimes is to curl up in her favorite fur and read her favorite literotica and she won't say what happens when she gets her hands all over her Ken... and oh you bet it's far more than a handshake! Barb's a lady and Ken's a gentleman so now kissing and telling. Now she can think of no better place than her beautiful boudoir to enjoy all that sexy time fun with her favorite fella... But what about the decor? Barbie also enjoys that decorating your room needs only a poof or rather a puff of creativity to express yourself!
Dream Roomspiration: In a Woman's Boudoir- Powder Puff decor!
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Dream Roomspiration: Get Wiggy! Wig inspired interiors
Dream Roomspiration: Get Wiggy! Wig inspired interiors
The Andy Sofa
Wig Plant
Wig Art
Would you decorate in wigs?
Barbie would!
Enjoy
Kisses, m.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
2013. RECAP. What a fabulous year!
TELL THE TRUTH - JAN 9th
“Relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.” - Sex and the City
SEX and a little sex...
I've always been a huge fan of Sex and the City and between every bit of heartbreak I take down the box set from the shelf and watch my favorite episodes from the show. From what I hear there's a whole new chapter opening up [THE CARRIE DIARIES!] for the younger generation to become Carrie-fanatics all over again. It's funny that one door closing leads to another. But that is life. All this it reminds me that it's been so very long since I've been here and there on the blog. As I mentioned previously I can not talk about all of it... but in time I will share. At least what I can. So I won't have to kill any of you... OR WILL I? kisses.
I'm writing tonight on something that is so remote from this that it felt as though I was... on another planet away from all human contact aside from Twitter & Facebook. Which everyone knows is TOTALLY REAL LIFE!
HIGH FIVE?
Leaving me hanging?
Really?
COME ON!
Well needless to say I've been on an interesting writing schedule for a few weeks now and playing on occasion. I have to say it is really weird to come back to writing blogs after being away so long. And it since it hasn't been all work it is a lot more liberating than it used to be. So...
Recently I've run into a few old friends and made a few new ones. Some are in new relationships, some are in old relationships, and a couple of friends with some very bad habits. TSK-Tsk! Still love you all. Along the way I happened to meet a new friend that was coming back from or rather I do believe he was about go on Safari once again. Is that the term they call it anymore? Needless to say he was leading an expedition of sorts off into the wilderness of some foreign place after being away for so long. ADVENTURE! That's always fabulous! Oh back to it...
Even though time has brought change and change has brought consistency... It seems no matter where I turn the people around me are all still fascinated by L-O-V-E.
Shhh!
Some are so very much in it! I do LOVE that! Some are no where near it. Which is fine and dandy unless you are unhappy with that choice. [Yes it's your choice] Others are too busy for it. Oh but not the fellow on Safari! He says he would make time in his schedule for the right person. In this case that will be one lucky fellow! And for Moi? I'm none of the above. I'm happy. I love myself. I don't make myself miserable anymore about things that aren't really in front of me. And I'm never too busy for the important things in life, especially love.
Now you can harbor animosity toward others and make yourself miserable or you can decide to be happy with your choices and realize that you make the best choices with the options that are in front you. If you are happy with what you have chosen then it will show to the world. And there's not much you have to prove to anyone when you are truly happy. It won't matter what anyone thinks. It doesn't. You make yourself happy and then you are capable of bringing so much happiness to others.
I think relationships are that... You find someone and it's a new world that is different from yours or perhaps a similar world to yours and sometimes it's a world that makes you reevaluate the way you are. But ultimately it's really how you live with yourself that welcomes others into your life. If you want to be miserable then you will attract misery. If you love yourself truly then love will truly find you. Ultimately you create the life you want to have, welcome people into it who love you just the way you are and then live it, breath it, enjoy it and if you're lucky... no one yells cut at the end of it.
kisses,
However much I'm falling down it's never enough.
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Girl in the mirror REMIXED - the fabulous ms m vs Picasso. |
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© Diego Munòz : Photo Credit |
Awake
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Downtown drugs. December 2012. |
Drugs in my body.
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photo credit: c/o tylershields.com |
It's amazing what a person can accomplish in a day just by hanging around. It's even more interesting what a person might accomplish by doing a little bit of something everyday. I think when you wonder too much you miss the point of it all. What's the point? Magic. The magic in the trick is not knowing how it's done. It's in knowing that you're watching something wonderful happen. And there's magic in everyday. The image is borrowed from SUSPENSE, an upcoming exhibit by photographer Tyler Shields at the Guy Hepner gallery in LA. The story is an excerpt from a book I finished writing some time last year. I suppose it will be eventually published. I don't really make any decisions about the unpublished material that I haven't edited or shared. By all means follow up on the artist... I guarantee you will be impressed by the work or perhaps you won't. I'm personally rarely disappointed. One thing I will advise: Check your personal feelings at the door. You'll definitely have a reaction. It's not everyone's cup of tea... but I did warn you about such things when you visited my blog.
The damn shame.
-m.
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Rock n Roll Kills - photo credit c/o tylershields.com |
Now what was that?
According to Kierkegaard you are leading an inauthentic life if you...
A) are not going to write complete sentences
B) live like a coward hiding your true locale [oh I have that info honey. Should I share?]
C) are going to think a lil word or two will stop anyone from living their life.
Please speak up!!! Until you do I'm going to just keep living loving and breathing the same as always! See ya round honey!
Kisses, m.

AT ANY COST - MAY 31
THE MOON HOUSE & ANTONINO CARDILLO IS A FAN - JUNE 14
There's nothing quite like a full moon. And Barbie happens to love dancing by the pale moonlight. It's no surprise she should find herself captivated by the light and shape of a house inspired by La Luna.
Antonino Cardillo designed the Moon House inspired by the shape and color of the heavenly lunar goddess that orbits Earth. It is made of concrete and shaped into a semi-spherical moon in two parts on a rectangular plot. It's imitation is meant to evoke the feeling that perhaps a celestial body has landed on Earth. And it can be inhabited. Interiors of this Melbourne-suburb home offer light and space.
Updated: June 15, 2013
Images: Courtesy of Antonino Cardillo
DREAM ROOMSPIRATION! - JULY 7
Barbie knows fashion, dreamhouses and interior function as well. She knows that every fabulously imaginative gal and guy not only dreams of a dream house to live in. They dream of a house filled with rooms that they can enjoy aesthetically and physically.
1:11 - JULY 28
I've been up for only three hours. It's the first time in two months I've slept in, really slept in. I opened my eyes to find my newest puppy, Charlie, standing beside my bed, looking at me and whining to go out. My foot hurts. I look down. My inclination to look at my foot when I wake up happens almost everyday now. Remarkably I hurt my foot while healing it.
So I made it happen.
To rephrase, I made a nice man say yes to do something that I still wonder if he really wanted to do in the first place. I won't know because I'll never press into it. Some people can't lie to you and it's not fair to make them. Needless to say it's art, it's done and healed. Beautifully although not entirely without it's problems since I injured myself in the process of healing it. Which isn't the truth but it is at the same time.
Can something be the truth and a lie?
Why not.
I injured my foot last year and the process of healing it recently aggravated the injury. One could blame it on my newly acquired art or lack of proper shoes. But the blame lies with me. There's the truth and lie hidden in plain sight.
And now I'm writing but not writing. It's Sunday. You're not tired of wasting time. My foot hurts. The puppy is outside. I'm awake and laying on the bed. It's now 1:25 and you're wondering when this will...
...I'm not drinking. That's what I tell him. I mean that's what I'll say. When he asks I'll say it. Or not.
It's not really the things you'll say. It's the things you'll do. I'm definitely not drinking a beer right now.
Maybe later? Maybe not. Why not?
Because the things you say aren't what you mean and things people mean to say are the things they'll never do. You have to love passive aggression.
But I'm not drinking a beer. I'm writing.
So, I'm listening to Sean Rowe. Not drinking. Writing. It's a writer's life for me? It's a life. A wonderful life. I'm not saying what I mean, but you get the point that I'm listening to music and writing. I'm writing about art this afternoon followed by a few people that I don't really know but might have met.
One person I don't know and haven't met is Sean Rowe but I have his new album spinning. It's the loveliest thing: a record. The best part about it being a record is that it was free because I asked for it. [*Thank you AntiRecords and Epitaph] It's a novelty because the only people who still have records besides moi are my DJ friends and the hipsters that are all snatching up records & players in the fear that they may soon leave this planet. People have been saying that for 20+ years now...
I continue to own records. I just picked up a new one, Sean Rowe, for free.
And I'm still not drinking.
Back to the art that should be free. It is free. Sort of and not really. It's online to see and free. It's in a gallery but not always free. And somewhere, definitely somewhere there's a beautiful work of art on an ugly wall hiding away miserably for no one to see because it wasn't and won't be free.
Now there's a question or two: Is it still ART if no one else can see it? What's the point of "one of a kind" if no one else can see it? Seems rather meaningless. Kind of like drinking.
It's meaningless to discuss meaningless art and with my last thought the record ends.
When the record ends with a skip it reminds me of days long gone when I used to hit the wall to make the floor vibrate and reset the player. But that's a memory from a very long time ago when passing someone on the street meant you stopped and said hello. Most people don't stop and say hello... but some still do. Now there's a recent memory I'd completely forgotten that makes me smile. After I finish my passing memory with a smile I reach over to put the needle back onto the record and before Sean Rowe can start to sing I begin to remember to say...
I'm not drinking.
IT'S LATER JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE - AUGUST 8
Trending: Trend Report - The Micro Dream House - SEPT 30
Continuing this ever growing trend of the micro house, Barbie thought why not let you see just how fabulous these homes can be inside and out. Some are so amazing you might think you are living in a work of art. Luxury comes in all sizes, Dolls and Kens. Which one is your favorite?
The Micro Dream House
Bunkie
The Tetris-like Micro House
The Rustic Backyard Micro House
The Diogene Cabin
The Tiny Desert Dwelling
The LoftCube
The Tiny River House
The IcosaPods
The Micro-Compact House
The Champfer House
Would you live in a Micro Dreamhouse?
Barbie Would!
Enjoy!
Kisses, m.
(via/Yahoo)
TREND REPORT: FALL COLOR SCHEMES BY PANTONE - OCTOBER 16
Trending: Fall Color Trends 2013!
Because color isn't just for fashion anymore! Keep your Dreamhouse in seasonal style! A fresh palette change does wonders for your interior! Don't forget to check the Pantone list for the year & seasonal colors. In case some Dolls and Kens are unfamiliar with Pantone they are the leading color experts for all color trends... Fashion and Interiors! Here's your trend report for Fall color!
Do you change the color palettes of your interiors by season?
Barbie does!
Enjoy!
Kisses, m.
IS THAT ALL? - OCTOBER 18
"Is that all you were gonna come at me with?" he says as we see other for the second time on the street last night.
To be clear I don't know him, we never met. Not formerly were we introduced through or by anyone. We had only exchanged an innocent glance that had happened an hour before as I shuffled myself into another art gallery to appease an unhappy client by "researching" possible selections to acquire for their home.
This man played a guitar out on the street. As I passed him, I nodded and smiled. I had wished I had a dollar to drop him but I didn't so I quickly went past and made my way into the crowded art gallery.
But in this instant when this man says this to me while still wearing his knockoff Raybans, even though the sun has long since set and twilight is upon us, he looks as though he wants me to gesture or say more.
Perhaps he saw an instant that I didn't. Or is that there's something to be said about a man who assumes that because he straps on a guitar that every woman is ready to chase after him. I don't expect every man to chase me down because I wear a short dress or skirt or change my hair color. I'd rather they'd want to spend time with me because we get along... or that I'm more than interesting to them.
There's something to be said about a moment when it's had. This clearly wasn't it. So I kept walking. Wondering to myself: How often did his line work? Did he often expect women to come at him with game? Indeed.
Before he interrupted me I was thinking and heading back to my car realizing I hadn't found the perfect picture to come back to my client with and the only piece I had truly wanted to acquire, a photograph, probably wouldn't come through either. I was thinking and wishing all artists remembered emails, text messages and phone calls and... I was recalling another artist who makes me laugh because it's a situation where the roles are reversed and as a client I do try my best not to be as difficult as my clients are with me.
As my laugh quieted I was still smiling. But this time this man was walking toward me and passing me. As we scooted by each other he interrupted my thoughts to ask with a bit of arrogance "is that all you were going to come at me with?" I paused but only long enough to realize he never took off his sunglasses or really bothered to talk to me. He looked me up and down like I was just another faceless nameless girl to him and he'd expected something that wasn't worthy of him. My time.
I do not wish I had taken his picture. I do not wish I had captured a name. To him I was nothing so I figured it was best that he remained nothing to me. So I kept walking and said nothing. Because I had nothing, no moment, no cash to give him. It best to leave him where I passed him in the street without another thought.
MAPS - NOV 9
It's been a while since I posted some new darkness, the writing... in fact it's been a while since I've posted some writing. I let someone's bad attitude and my work environment affect me more than I should. Terribly inauthentic of me don't you think. haha. bygones.
Needless to say I met some lovely artists and promoters, rather encouragers of art today at The New Algonquin Round Table who were very curious about my writing which yes it's been a while. Lovely to meet you all! Well I thought I'd give them a treat when they visited my blog: A story! It's old. Please don't judge me. It's been far too long since I've put up new. In fact the last short story about darkness I wrote has never been posted/published. It was something I had written after getting this lovely snake on my leg. Beautiful art! I could brag about the artwork for days. One of my favorite artists... Whom I trust, respect and who's work I've come to admire a great deal in addition to his always making time to answer my questions. Now the unpublished story? It's about an art collector of sorts and reminds me of another story I once wrote...

snake. 2013. photo courtesy: w.m.
It's a little bit of something interesting I wrote about two years ago. It's not quite darkness or dirty. It's was about the experience of getting inked, which at that time I participated in as a bystander. It would not be until a few years later would I experience this for myself and realize... my friend was quite ridiculous to make it sexual. (PERVERT!) There's nothing sexual about it but it is... quite personal for both the artists and the people receiving the art.
Enjoy the story! And the Art!
Kisses, m.
Map
(11-2-2010)
A map of creation rests silently above my porcelain skin. Imprinted. Lines take shape and reach further beyond limits to document the contours of form. Two tiny tendrils of black circle and envelop my inner thighs. There’s no place untouched by the black vines climbing down and around the hips and small arch of my back. His rough arms reach across. Arms touching exposed valleys while moving closer against the canvas of flesh.
The color of the mermaid tattooed on his left arm appears to bleed into his skin. She’s weeping profusely as the needle enters my skin. Penetrating the thin layer of flesh with its intent the sharp instrument spreads the secrets of its inside. Throughout the surface the color spreads. Stamping itself into the bare reaches of the flesh canvas. Dark emotions swim from the petite lady sitting on his upper bicep as he continues to work. An artist crafting a masterpiece like no other before while I sit patiently waiting. In and out the needle works. The sound hums as I wait. Buzzing melodically to accompany the insatiable feeling of enjoyable pain that entices the receptors in my skin. Color grows larger and longer reaching upward and toward my face. The lines follow the symmetry of my breasts to complete the whole of the torso.
Branded by markings that reach beneath the surface in a sensation that is like nothing felt before. Unique identifiers laced in and out of the dermis to isolate one person from another. The only thing to separate the masses and it rests above your skin. An unprotected barrier now covered in a slightly bluish black outlined by red throbbing with an irrepressible pain that is more satisfying than unpleasant. Far from displeasing the sensation deepens the awareness of the body. Hands reach into the small curves of my small frame and grab to hold tighter as the surgeon continues steadily with his instrument.
Chair spins and rotates upward and around to follow the lines of my upper body while his hands move the mermaid never stops her tears. Her green tails swims in and out of my imagination while the final words are laced into the curls that stretch from the front up to the side of my neckline. The only thing I can visualize is the small tip of her green tail as it swims in the movement required to shift the needle against the remaining pieces of white skin. There are no souvenirs from this journey to commemorate the previous experience unaffected. No empty places or patches of bare left in this blueprint of life. Squills wind down one side and back up to the top of another in the pink light that falls clear through the windows upon the camouflaged bareness.
INDIE SHUFFLE - MY DESIGN MIXTAPE - NOVEMBER 10
All designers and artists crank up the tunes whenever they are working and it doesn't make them looney! Music has been known to cure all kinds of ailments. Some people have a fabulous song of the day that defines them and others make an entire playlist to map out their fun times. Which one are you dolls? Well I'm a little of both until or if I decide on a single song of the day which can alternately become my song of the week!
Enjoy some tunes from my own personal shuffle mix! Leave a comment with what you're playing today!
Kisses, m.
DECOR HOROSCOPES - NOVEMBER 10
Needless to say Dolls and Kens but how you face the world has a lot to do with how you view it! Some people think astrology plays a big part in the everyday MAGIC of our lives... But how does it play into how we style our decor?
Decor Horoscope
Virgo
Meticulous and organized, Virgo cannot stand clutter and pays special attention to detail. She needs lots of storage space so that her home is always neat and tidy. Virgo has a penchant for vintage furniture, especially light-coloured wood and glass. Her decor is arranged in a way that facilitates easy conversation and you could eat off her floors! Furniture stands out and contrasts nicely against walls that are painted blue, yellowy-green, taupe or cream. Guided by an attention to detail, Virgo favours the practicality of her furnishings; she's always ready for company. Freshly ironed placemats and snacks await guests in her simple, well-organized kitchen.
This doll is a Virgo but you Kens & Dolls should look up yours! Find out your design horoscope at
http://www.styleathome.com/decorating-and-design/styling-secrets/decor-horoscopes-what-s-your-decor-personality/a/34749
(Via/www.styleathome.com)
STYLE ICON: RUTH HANDLER AND BARBIE - NOVEMBER 13
Perhaps he saw an instant that I didn't. Or is that there's something to be said about a man who assumes that because he straps on a guitar that every woman is ready to chase after him. I don't expect every man to chase me down because I wear a short dress or skirt or change my hair color. I'd rather they'd want to spend time with me because we get along... or that I'm more than interesting to them.
I do not wish I had taken his picture. I do not wish I had captured a name. To him I was nothing so I figured it was best that he remained nothing to me. So I kept walking and said nothing. Because I had nothing, no moment, no cash to give him. It best to leave him where I passed him in the street without another thought.
Needless to say I met some lovely artists and promoters, rather encouragers of art today at The New Algonquin Round Table who were very curious about my writing which yes it's been a while. Lovely to meet you all! Well I thought I'd give them a treat when they visited my blog: A story! It's old. Please don't judge me. It's been far too long since I've put up new. In fact the last short story about darkness I wrote has never been posted/published. It was something I had written after getting this lovely snake on my leg. Beautiful art! I could brag about the artwork for days. One of my favorite artists... Whom I trust, respect and who's work I've come to admire a great deal in addition to his always making time to answer my questions. Now the unpublished story? It's about an art collector of sorts and reminds me of another story I once wrote...
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snake. 2013. photo courtesy: w.m. |
Kisses, m.
Enjoy some tunes from my own personal shuffle mix! Leave a comment with what you're playing today!
Kisses, m.
“Barbie has always represented that a woman has choices. Even in her early years, Barbie did not have to settle for only being Ken’s girlfriend or an inveterate shopper. She had the clothes, for example, to launch a career as a nurse, a stewardess, a nightclub singer. I believe the choices Barbie represents helped the doll catch on initially, not just with daughters - who would one day make up the first major wave of women in management and professionals – but also with mothers.” - Ruth Handler

The First Barbie - Teen Age Fashion Doll (1959)
The story of Ruth Handler is one that few people know. Yet we know who Barbie is but we do not know the fabulous woman behind the fabulous doll. Without much effort one can assume that the doll, like most children's toys was a fantasy created by money hungry men. This is not the case in the creation of Barbie which in turn launched the spotlight onto a toy company, Mattel Creations that Ruth and Elliott handler co-founded 15 years earlier.
The idea of the fabulous Barbie doll came from an instance where Ruth was watching her daughter, Barbara and her friends playing with paper dolls. The girls played and imagined the dolls in a variety of roles such as career women, students, cheerleaders and athletes. It was in that instant that Ruth decided she wanted to make a doll that would be better choice for girls to play with.
Ruth Handler and Mattel Creations exhibited the first Barbie, the Teen-Age Fashion Model, Barbara Millicent Roberts, at the annual Toy Fair in New York on March 9, 1959. Buyers where wary that this new doll would be successful as she was nothing like the typical popular baby and toddler dolls. Barbie was a doll with an adult body design based on the Bild Lilli doll Ruth Handler acquired in Switzerland. The first Ken Doll, Barbie Doll’s boyfriend, Ken Doll, made his debut in 1961, two years after Barbie.
To many Ruth Handler is a revolutionary woman and Style Icon responsible for creating one of the world's most significant icons, Barbie. Not only did she create a woman capable of doing the impossible for all girls to look up to she further went on to invent a breast prothesis, Nearly Me, which is still in use today. For any little girl that thinks that nothing can be accomplished, she should find inspiration in the idea that a woman created an empire with a single idea for a doll. That in itself is what makes the fabulous story of Ruth Handler and Barbie remarkable and inspiring.
Did you own a Barbie as a little girl or boy? Or as an adult?

Barbie by Tyler Shields for The Dirty Side of Glamour c/o tylershields.com
Is this how you play with your dolls, Kens and Dolls?
Enjoy,
Kisses, m.
REMINISCING WORDS - LET HER HAVE HIM! - DECEMBER 9

Revenge c/o tylershields.com
"F**k it! Let her have him..." Is something that I should've said once upon seven years ago when I thought I was in love with "the love of my life" before he decided to go back to his ex. But I didn't. I wrote. This lovely story (see below) was originally written with a twist of course. [Read it here: She'll get hers (09) - 1st written in 2006/2007. edited 2008. Posted in 2009. Ha!] I was afraid people wouldn't understand so I flipped things a bit... but I wrote it anyway.
After this one I wrote another. But didn't stop there. I wrote another. And another. More and more. Terrified of the gamble of it all, I still wrote everyday. And it's rather funny in hindsight how much I wrote. Then, the need for revenge ended but the ideas did not. So many things later... I still write. I still get inspired. I still get hurt. I still get angry. But I don't feel the need for vengeance. Why? If that guy had been the love of my life I never would have needed revenge. I would have let her have him. Enough said. They deserve each other... miserably.
Do I worry about being in love again? Or how he'll see my words? No. My love will accept my past as exactly what it is: the past. As I will do the same for him. He may not understand where I was when these words were written but he will not judge me for my creativity. Love accepts, as is. You don't love someone if you need to change them. Anyway I know there's a guy out there with a unique spark for pondering the same darkness or at least an appreciation of it.
Enjoy a little bit of vengeance revised...
kisses, m.
She’ll get hers
Destroying something beautiful will set you free. How cliché of me to believe that. The beautiful destruction is nearly complete and I’m no more free than when I started.
Yet I’m standing over the body of this pristine creature gutting her insides and making ground meat out of her face. White skin completely emaciated and ripped clean from the bones.
Hmph! The broken bones. Well that’s worth a giggle.
What’s left of her golden hair remains tangled among sticky red, squirmy goo, which from my perspective… well it could be brains. Oh who knows? This spectacular mess is truly immature of me. All of it is nothing more than a temper tantrum that’s gone array. But it couldn’t be helped. At least not from where I was standing.
She had this coming and I don’t feel bad for it either.
“She’ll get hers,” is the thought that crosses my mind as I watch the conniving little bitch, with her short skin-tight black hooker dress, walk over to the car.
Your car. Our car. A black ‘68 Camaro. It’s the same one I gave you for our five year anniversary. The custom upholstered black leather interior with the red piping that you wanted. Nothing was too good for my guy until now, when the very glue that holds us together is being tested by this cheap piece of trash. Fortunately the same interior will hide any spill including blood.
With a flick of my cigarette I open the door. She slinks on over and slides in. I’m behind you Bitch and I’ve been anticipating this all night.
She carried on all the time. You were never the first or only one in her line-up. In front of my very own eyes I’d seen far too many players. Men. Women. Possibly animals?
Hmmph! SLUT!
It never made a bit of difference. Because it wasn’t sufficient to break up my home, she wanted more.
Enough!
Why should this filth be allowed to parade around in this manner? My limit had been reached and I was certain to catch her in the act. And I did.
She was always particularly interested in the chasing tail late at night. Right after a roll in the sheets with my man she couldn’t help herself but look for more. Couldn’t get enough and just like clockwork, there she was… Creature of habit. Another bar, another mark, another night.
Trollop.
Home-wrecker.
Whore.
Same thing. Different names for it.
You know THAT girl; the one that’s scheming and sabotaging her way into one bed after another without consequence. The type of filth you wouldn’t consort with. Needless to say, this type of common woman had weaseled her way into my home. And I’m about fed up with this game. I’m tired of defending my actions when I’m not the one to blame.
Sadly, I can’t blame you for all of your indiscretions with this common filth. This type of woman saw you coming and went for the kill.
Somehow the trick seemed to be in getting her alone to communicate my point of view. And honestly that proved to be less of a challenge.
When I picked her up in the bar, it was like a stranger giving candy to a child. Without much convincing the little Harlot just about jumped on me when I bought her a drink. Her eyes all lit up like a holiday when I flashed the ring on my finger. It’s the promise of money and a little two for one fun that gets the little bitch giddy.
After making my final offer clear, getting her out to the car required little effort. She could see the money, smell the excitement and taste the pleasure. But it’s funny though with all her senses working overtime she never saw the crowbar coming, especially when it caught the back of her skull after nailing her square in the face. Her tightly bound body slumped over in the seat without much effort as I gave in a little more.
Just like she wanted.
Off into the dark night I carefully maneuver the car out along an unmarked road by the highway. There shouldn’t be anyone along this stretch of road until it’s too late. Delicately, I pull what’s left of the tramp out of the car.
After dragging her body onto the road, I gently remove my tools of the trade: Hammer, knife, screwdriver, and a pair of scissors for fun. By the time I’m finished, there’s going to be no chance of anyone identifying the body. No one will be able to guess that this wasn’t an accident. An accident where some unsuspecting motorist will assume he’s run over a wild animal.
Little to no skill is required to beat a human senseless with a hammer. So I proceed without caution. The thin lifeless body lies across the asphalt as I pummel down with my barbaric weapon. Uncontrollable rage can pretty much take over in an instant without any warning. Like a surgeon, the real skill comes in knowing when to stop.
The bloody hole of red spatters back at me and gasps for air. There’s no real face left and her sluggish breathing signals my cue to stop. “Darling, you really should have stopped at one tonight. That last one was my man you messed with and no one gets away with that!”
DREAM ROOMSPIRATION: GO FUCK YOURSELF! - DECEMBER 16

Chris Zylka c/o TylerShields.com
Barbie knows that sometimes you may find yourself conflicted when dealing with designers, artists or even a loved one. One minute you its nothing but peace and happiness only to find that the next minute is filled with a handful of "fucks" telling them where they should go. However should you find that you are stuck between a "fuck you" and a "peaceful place" try decorating with that feeling instead of ending your relationship with that difficult creative type or lover.
Dream Roomspiration: Go Fuck Yourself! Giving yourself the middle finger!
Lighting
Pillows
Chairs
Art
Would you find peace within to decorate and give yourself the middle finger?
Barbie might!
Enjoy!
Kisses, m
HOMELESS FOR THE HOLIDAYS - DECEMBER 24
Homeless for the Holidays. Can you imagine it? I could and I couldn't. Two weeks ago an old friend of mine posted a pic and a story to his Instagram. It was an image of a homeless person in Skid Row Los Angeles wishing for that Merry Christmas that we all so desperately ache for. The image was simply so touching because it captured the meaning of christmas for him and all things he was grateful for in his life: his girlfriend, his family & friends, his job, being able to eat and so on. The sentiment may have been lost on someone but it wasn't lost on me. It truly is one of my favorite images and combined with his words truly captures what is most important during the Holidays.
Enjoy!
Kisses, m.

© Brett Thomas
"I pass by skid row everyday on my way to work. It is a little out of the way, but I do this partially because I like to remind myself of how lucky and thankful I am for what I have in my life (roof over my head, food In my stomach, & good health) and who I have in my life (my girlfriend, my family, & my friends). I have seen this lady the last couple weeks (with this Xmas tree in her thoughts) and she has reminded me of what the holidays are really about, helping people in need. Instead of wasting our money buying Xmas gifts for people that don't NEED anything, go out and give something to someone who does. It doesn't matter how big or small, the smallest effort can go a long way." - Brett Thomas
Image and Words by: Brett Thomas
BETWEEN HER LEGS - DECEMBER 31
Some men like to spend their evening working hard on a piece while other men seem to love to spend their evenings getting hard with a little peace between some girls legs. There's nothing wrong that but don't count on love if that's all you like to spend your time doing. Which one are you? Here's a story that a lot of people love while others seem to think I went a little too far when I wrote it. Perhaps a bit of peace between my character's legs would have been better to their liking?
Enjoy!
Kisses, m.

The idea of the fabulous Barbie doll came from an instance where Ruth was watching her daughter, Barbara and her friends playing with paper dolls. The girls played and imagined the dolls in a variety of roles such as career women, students, cheerleaders and athletes. It was in that instant that Ruth decided she wanted to make a doll that would be better choice for girls to play with.

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Revenge c/o tylershields.com |
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Chris Zylka c/o TylerShields.com |
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© Brett Thomas |
Image and Words by: Brett Thomas
Enjoy!