I had to go to the apple store on 5th avenue this week to buy my mom a birthday present. I had never been there before, so I was nervous that i wouldn't be able to find it. When I finally got out of the subway, stubbed my toe on a door so hard that it started gushing blood, and walked the few blocks to the store, I amost started laughing at myself out of the perposterousness that i woudnt be able to find it. There is no way that anyone wouldn't be able to find this particular Apple store.

John Wood's pictures were unlike anything I have ever seen. I wasn't in love with them but I understood them. And what's more is I respected him so much for holding himself back as he created his photographs. Let me explain: what I mean by that is John Wood had opinions and he definitely had a message. He was passionate about things. And being an artist, his art was an outlet for him and also a medium through which to spread his message. Knowing this and then seeing what he did through his photos made me really respect him for his restraint.

 This weekend I went to a cosmetic beauty supply store called Ricky's. Ordinarily i would not waste cyber blogging space with stories about makeup but this place was very unusual. It was a cosmetic-superstore. As I was browsing the aisles I found things I knew I could never hope to find in a regular store. I saw fake eyelashes, pink ones, long ones, eyelashes with feathers on them. I also saw fake hair pieces, attachable buns, pony tails. There were blue wigs and red wigs and purple wigs. I found all the colors of the rainbow in eyeshadows and the same in lipsticks.

 hellooooooo