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Happy Halloween recovery everyone! I went as Fall this year:


If you are ever in a costume bind, Laura at Matrushka Contruction designs clever, whimsical, instant options. Amidst a mad dash a couple years back, I picked up her zebra print tank hoodie complete with ears, a mane...and chunk bitten out of the side with ribs and guts exposed. Walking Dead would be so proud! This year, she had several tool skirts with different elements wrapped up in the material to create different characters: one was bright blue with fluffy cotton for Sky, another was chocolatey with autumn leaves for Fall. I fell in love with the Fall skirt and they tailored it to my body (free of charge). I sewed some leaves on a top, tore up and bloodied some American Apparel tights, and was ready to go.
I liked this couple. 
Sarah and I were at Mohawk General Store yesterday when I took this photo - they have midcentury modern furniture mixed with rustic, woodsy apparel and opened up in Junction a few months ago.
And Sarah!
I went on a nostalgic tour of old vintage-stores-past from my childhood this weekend.
I love this photo from Hidden Treasures. Mmm...I remember vintage store smells with the same olfactory fondness of old books.What was a 70s girl caught in the 90s grunge era to do? Once passed my 80s solution of devising gigantic lace Lauper skirts out of Little House on the Praire dresses to pair with my torn tshirts for synagogue, I was trapped in a sad sea of the Judy's, Contempo, and Wet Seal standards of the Mall era. Out of desperation (the enemy of art is the absence of limitations kind of thing), I started cutting halter tops out of Limited Too knit sweaters and sewing shirts out of my grandma's leftover fabrics. Realizing my picky love for all things clothing, my grandma and stepmom began lovingly trekking me out to Iguana Clothing in the valley, Hidden Treasures in Topanga Canyon, and any little second-hand hole along the way.
It's been a beautiful mid October here in Los Angeles. Scott, my mutt Charlie Waffles, and I went for some coffee Sunday morning in Venice at Cow's End.
Every year, my friends Amanda & Eyad coordinate an annual outing to Pierce College's Halloween Harvest Festival. This (and a whimsical, sometimes bloody costume) is all I need to make my Halloween dreams come true. We went this last Saturday...
Welcome!
Pierce's farm grown pumpkins.
The dusty fairground is a 1920s recreation complete with trillions of edison bulbs, americana accoutrements, and carnival eateries. It feels like a Star Trek holodeck version of Boardwalk Empire. Rootbeer floats, BBQ, buttered corn cobs, funnel cakes, fresh lemonade slushies, and kettel corn! Haunted houses, hay rides, farm animals, gold digging, giant moon bounce slides, and a 70s/80s/90s rock cover band! They even have a produce market with pumpkin varieties I didn't know existed outside of Tim Burton realities.

Popcorn buffet on wheels!
Mamma Marine's Delicious BBQ.
My Mamma Marine's Tri-tiiiiip! The best part of the whole fair (and there are sooo many best parts) is the Creatures of the Corn Haunted Trail. It is truly terrifying. I haven't screamed and laughed so hard since my last corn maze. It's pitch black, moon overhead, and you're scrambling through your very own authentic horror-movie labyrinthine corn stalks with creepy hillbilly zombies lurching out at you from above, below, and the sides. And there's even an animatronic Balrog looking guy at the entrance. Telling you, the production value is impressive. So, so much fun.
Yes, that could be my older sister and me 20ish years ago. I am such a sucker for photographing little sisters and carousels, let alone the mind-blowing combination!
Need anything more be said here?
Ah, the things we see in Venice.
The Lean Pastrami and Cabbage Brisket Soup are my favorites. Only a valley deli can warm the heart like this.
Founded by its owners in 1961, the family run business nourishes you with black-and-white cookies as big as your face and waitresses as sassy as my grandma.
Brent's Deli
19565 Parthenia Street
Northridge, CA 91324 (818) 886-5679
My friend texted me this iPhone shot. It immediately reminded me of late Larry Sultan's valley porn series (1990s). Towards the end of his career, Sultan turned his saturated, frank style to the San Fernando Valley McMansions rented out for porn flicks.

Such a fantastic, vivid juxtaposition between constructed sexual fantasy and decrepit economic promises. Larry passed away on December 14th, 2009 at the age of 63.
Our flowers for the holidays.
My friend Ryan needed some help with his bow tie for his 1920s New Year's party. I got all excited and learned how to tie my very first bow.
A well-knotted cravat is the first serious step in a man’s life.
-Oscar Wilde
A brief history:
Ties (or cravats) were first inspired by the scarves Croatian soldiers used to close their shirts in the 1630s (men's fashion was predominantly militaristic in origin between the 17th and early 20th century). When the soldiers were enlisted to assist King Louis XIII, the French appropriated the look under the name "cravat" (derived from "Croat") and from there, it spread throughout Europe. Varying tie styles proliferated (including the Bow Knott) while the English eventually solidified its permanent role in social aesthetic etiquette. To its devotees the bow tie suggests iconoclasm of an Old World sort, a fusty adherence to a contrarian point of view. The bow tie hints at intellectualism, real or feigned, and sometimes suggests technical acumen...But perhaps most of all, wearing a bow tie is a way of broadcasting an aggressive lack of concern for what other people think.
-Warren St. John, The New York Times
Another vertical landscape wall I helped install at the new Splendid store!