shirtless and frolicky /  by lalalalauren

recreating this moment is on my list of things to do.
i guess i have to wait until the summer?
either way. we all need to be naked more often.
seriously though, what's more exhilarating than
being wild and free and totally in the buff?


if you havent already you oughta do your research
on photographer ryan mcginley.

a certain somebody has promised to take me camping
and i am still still waiting waiting and
its already getting too cold outside...

i remember when i was a child,
my brothers and i set up a tent in the backyard
of my house and we all slept out there
and listened as the howling coyotes sang us to sleep,
and in the morning my mom unzipped the tent
holding three mugs of hot chocolate and a plate
full of peanut butter and banana sandwiches.
ahhhh thoseeeeeee were the days...

barcelona fall /  by lalalalauren

the rain followed me from paris to barcelona but i am so happy i almost didn't notice the torrential downpour until my precious rainbow umbrella blew inside out by the strong gusts of the barcelona wind!! all my shoes have holes in them and all my socks are wet but i am wearing a big smile on my face so you'd never even know it! the bronzed golden tone that had occupied everyone's skin like a blanket this summer has faded and it is now clearly visible that the barcelona summer is really over. which is interesting to me, because my love affair with barcelona started at the high-point of summer at the end of june. so many things happened to me that first time in barcelona, and i was so sad to think after my tan from that week faded away, that the friendships, feelings, and memories i experienced would fade away with it. yet, i guess i took matters into my own hands and didn't let that happen, i came back a month later, before my tan had time to escape. i let the sun camp out on my body in my white bikini and stayed for three weeks, sleeping under the sun, next to the sea, on rooftops and in yellow rooms and it was those three weeks that made me realize i needed to pack up my paris life and bring it here. and i did. so the fact that summer is over and i actually made it here is exciting; and to see what the next seasons can offer to me here as i start my new life in spain is even more exhilarating. so i am watching the leaves dance and play from the balcony and they are turning orange like a burning flame and when the golden sun shines through them i fear they might combust like a distant star.

room 3, alicante, spain

all things are delicately interconnected /  by lalalalauren

curry for dinner on a high-turbulence flight on september 23rd with airindia.
twenty, boulevard de menilmontant, paris france 75020.
paris fashion week; cashmere in my eyelashes and a new best friend.
sushi and splifs chez laetitia.
fancy nights at mama shelter with gabriel.
high kicks, djallebas, mushroom tea and unusual costumes on halloween.
new friends: tim lauren zela liisi andrew ryan emily
dizzy cab rides to an experimental cocktail club.
the election party for barack obama, the smiles, the tears.
being chased in montmartre with emily by the homeless helicopter man.
'put yo dick away'
crawling under paris in the catacombs to dance and sing with water up to our knees.
a snowy brunch with bloody marys and darker hair.
pornagraphic lighters and beer at stollys.
sixteen rue de reuilly, paris france 75012.
no heat, wooden bed, and a crazy landlord.
sunday smiles on rue charlot.
a christmas tree and two goldfish named maki and miso.
jekyll and hyde dresses and top hats.
the near death experience in the stairwell.
almost convinced, the difficult choice... but the right one.
thirty hour christmas lock-in:
homemade fireplace, the blue blue bathroom, vegetarian stuffing.
plastic instrument band on christmas eve in the metro.
peanut butter, foggy windows, hot coffee, hair cuts, arts and crafts.
the stolen robot.
the dance party to welcome 2009.
last minute decision: merrekech, morroco.
cheap leather, endless fresh mint sweet tea, a used packet of rolling papers.
road trip to essaouira, morocco.
a freezing night in a hotel next to the sea.
grilled goat head, amazing fried fish, missed flights.
late to french class, many attempts at the prefecture for the carte de sejour.
infinite bottles of red wine... in apartments, in parks, in metros, in streets.
mistakes at the chacha club.
roadtrip to amsterdam, cole and janet.
the impossible hunt for a halfway decent hotel room.
giving up and getting lost, finding ourselves at a coffee shop.
staying at the coffee shop.
a very paranoid drive home.
football: france vs lithuania, psg games, stands on fire.
mushroom omelette with andrew, the holy mountain by alejandro jodorowsky.
the first spring day, the first bottle of rose.
french classes over, david in paris.
best show ever, dan deacon at la villette sonique.
krinking everything everywhere.
berlin, germany with andrew and david in a big white apartment
high kicks with german boots and german roots
dancing with an indian man at fete de la musique
barcelona with camilla
plastico//apollo//ronda sant pau 1
magic green sungless
magic toothpicks
magic magic magic
an orange boat in cadaques, innocent conversations.
falling in love with barcelona.
all the received postcards and all the sent.
mischa and camilla in paris.
one hundred and two rue saint-maur, paris france 75011.
sophie's wedding, the blue dress and endless champagne.
finally animal collective live at la cigale with zela.
lonely and broke in paris.
back to barcelona.
rooftops, cheap beers, smiles, beaches, lighter hair and darker skin.
three weeks later: back to paris.
new york: lake george wedding, brooklyn, a skinned knee, five am dinner with anna
los angeles: los feliz, west hollywood, venice, the alcove, a big fire and a bucket of tears
tucson: surprises, la famille, kyle craft and rhonda el murib, laughing with abby, bloody sunsets
a long flight back to paris
twenty third birthday, back to barcelona with zela and erin
thirty bars in three days, a pirate, a room without a view, the flood, a decision.
one way ticket to barcelona october fifteenth....

there is so so so much more.

ashes to ashes /  by lalalalauren

ok ok, i knowww i am planning to move to barcelona (for those of you who dont know yet..... well, i am planning on moving to barcelona) and i know that i am already a little nervous for how my big city new yorker slash parisian wardrobe will work over there (however, i think ill be fine.... ill find myself some hipsters) and for how the hell i will pack up my life again, but this time into just two suitcases (and even that is too much).. Am i allowed one last last last parisian splurge for these hot hot boots by ASH so i can run around in style during fashion week and my last days in paris?? aye caramba i don't a word of speak spanish but yo queiro estos zapatos.

gee, i sure use a lot of parentheses and run on sentences

le film - j'ai tué ma mère /  by lalalalauren

"J'ai Tué Ma Mère" (I've Killed My Mother) is one of the most amazing and beautiful films i have seen in a very long time. It's a french-canadian film from Quebec about an gay teenage boy and his relationship with his mother. The acting by seventeen year old Xavier Dolan is seriously seriously impeccable, and what is even more astounding is the fact that he wrote the autobiographical story when he was sixteen years old, drafted a rough version of the script in three days at seventeen, directed and filmed the movie without a storyboard at eighteen, and was at the Cannes film festival receiving an eight minute standing ovation at nineteen. Everything was just so exact, the freaking perfect music, the costumes, the dialogue, there are too many specific scenes that i just can't get out of my head... and after seeing the movie I stayed up until 4am watching interviews with Xavier Dolan wanting to get inside this (gorgeous) twenty year old's head. He asked all his friends and family to invest and donate money for the film and started with 25,000, then a production house finally saw the potential and invested in the movie, and the whole thing was made for around 350,000 canadian dollars. As i am about to turn 23 it makes me feel like i really better start doing something amazing with my life asap...!
Here is the trailer for the film (which i have seriously watched 15 times) and it's in french, so if you don't speak french it will be hard to understand anything, but watch it anyway because you can still suck all the beauty and emotion out of just the trailer and hopefully soon they will translate it and release it in the United States so everyone witness the splendor of this film!!!

decide like a warrior /  by lalalalauren



just when you think you are ready to leave a place, a state of mind, a town, a country, a friend, a lover, that thing that you were going to leave changes, right before your eyes, and it reminds of you all its beauty and all its simplicity and all its ridiculous reasons that made it into the thing you loved and then you still have to decide! it happens on purpose, to make you absolutely sure. am i sure??

on another note, not quite so different, my hair has decided, on its own, completely independent of myself (its owner?) and without asking questions or permissions to anyone (yes, hair can ask its questions)... to turn inself into something else than what i was planning for it to be. and i start to feel guilty that for so long i was deciding for it, what color it should be and how long it should grow, without wondering how it wanted to be, when left alone to fend for itself, (yes, my hair, kind of like an abandoned tiger cub) and i finally found out! the dark ink-stained ends of my hair were like the old roots of a tree and it was time for them to be freed of their weight and freed of their aging souls! i shall give them what they want, i will let the sun bleach them if thats the destiny the sun sees in their future! and i will cut them all off to give them the fresh start they've been beggin' for! (and if it's not, then they will grow back wild and free, like me!)

well its just that sometimes i think that i am bigger than the sound


i might need to invest in a pair of vampire teeth.

johnny&melinda /  by lalalalauren

this short film produced by Yves Saint Laurent directed
by Samuel Benchetrit, starring his 11 year-old son Jules
is so damn beautiful and brilliant, watch it.
ooohhhhlala, gosh i want that hat and that hair.


july has been a really tough month here...
i am ready for the next to weeks to lift my spirits a bit
and hopfully to laugh hard and laugh often!