A flower at the A.P.C. party at Unit, Tokyo. Photo by Quentin Delafon (via purple-diary)
Hi. I'm Frangry. I've been making bitches pay since 1979. And you love me.
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So remember when Norel Pref made that awesome mix of Shut Up, Weirdo’s Drunken Mess Marathon Show? Well, he’s done it again. This time he’s using my new catch phrase ‘have a good one.’ (via shutupweirdo)
I’m totally getting those heart tights. (via suicideblonde)
“ One of these days you’re going to find the love of your life, and he’s going to be such a square.
My Mom
Kate Moss photographed by Mert and Marcus for the Pirelli calender (via suicideblonde)
“ I don’t think her scandals reflect a bankrupt morality. I think her morality is bankrupting her into scandal.
–Eric Spiegelman on Sarah Palin
Pancake didn't fit in my suitcase yesterday, so he travelled to Miami in my handbag.
His little paws were sticking out, and everytime I opened my bag and saw him, all I could think was “fuck, people must think I’m completely out of my damn mind”.
Daily dose of Moss
American Apparel's Latest: Bedsheets or Callgirls?
With the launch of AA’s new line of bedding—pillowcases or twin/queen/king sheet sets in either gray or white—comes a whole new opportunity for Dov to photograph young ladies in compromising positions. But hey, at least it matches the store signage. (via Racked)
My Mom just quoted Oprah while talking about Sarah Palin
My head might explode.
Daily dose of Moss
To the people who crossed my path on my way to Miami, I hate you.
To the woman wearing a straight up Gone With the Wind corset and bell bottoms, what the fucking fuck, I hate you.To the three ghetto dudes drinking beers, who were all wearing white sneakers, shorts passed your knees, backwards NY Yankees hats and hollering at every girl with a big ass, you’re a fucking walking cliche and I hate you.
To the fucking pilot, who felt the need to make an announcement every 20 minutes, nobody wants to hear your voice as much as you do, shut the fuck up. I hate you.
To the mama’s boy Brazilian dude who did not stop drumming on the hand rest, you were shaking the entire god damn row, you fucking retard. I hate you.
To the two lesbians who were sitting in front of me talking and laughing and having a grand old time for the entire course of the flight, I hate you, but only because I’m jealous of your relationship.
