NYC, My Love

i have returned from a place of light and hope, one that i could slip into so so easily and establish a closer self than i think i could here.  at 16, i gave myself 5 years in mtl to figure things out and move on [in 2003 the plan was russia, oh small and slavophilic self], and now it seems i’m 23 and pushing 7 years of social incest.

anything that is anything is here. i didn’t even know cortlandt was a real place until a few days ago. behold, the city of dreams, love, and architecture.

I MEAN JUST LOOK AT IT

and i thought i held the amazing ability to create aggregates out of seemingly unrelated things – here is the entire population of canada pieced together snugly on an island making it happen.

the cold ripped us but we traversed, champed, stomped it out, semi transient life forms we were. the sun was bright, so bright i think me sensor took a little holiday and gave me lemonade.

industrially speaking, most brilliant. no one would be able to survive a zombie infestation here, but dying in nyc vs rotting in mtl is an easy decision.

my return to my new home is only a matter of time – a short time, thankfully. i have plans – waterside plans, gin on the bowery plans [a la magnetic fields], brooklyn plans, and museums and viral public art.

once in a blue moon, you’ll find your soulmate.

i am starting a new blog GIRLS OF BEDLAM – poems for the goofy girl. maybe there’s a market for it. there are countless poems for the goth girl, the punk girl, the exotic girl, the girl next door. for we are none, yet all of these things.  and always starting new things as a form of frantic ability.

i resolve to enter that strange tower.

Seasoned Gratings

from all of here at the industries, we would like to wish you, my dear reader, my eternal friends and lovers of the evolution, a most seasoned gratings.

be they juniper, jasmine, bergamot, cinnamon, heather, rosemary, or thyme – let them be the spiciest and sweetest times of our lives.

this year, this summer of 903 and supposed suaveness – full of hope and failure, and peppered with sighs of success, i certainly could not have done it without you.  a very large and sincere thanks to all those who shared beluga with me, and HI to all those new visitors to my corner of the internet.

in other news, i haven’t been working on any projects to show, other than 8 million octobunnies and crustmas gifts for the fam [including a corn on the cob pencil case, a knit hat, waterbottle socks, a necklace, a brooch, and some drawings]

all of which must be finished up and wrapped – and soon enough i’ll be on the road to new york city!  i’ll most likely post a few quick photos from the hotel, so keep your eyes as peeled as tangerines.

keep it glossy glossolalia, lovers.
xoxoxox
ilhu of the industries.

Love Is No Light pt 3

clikity – largest is best!

a collage of photos i took of festive lights to and from the pa.

and one of brick i took from place des arts metro.

from vandals to evangels

congratulations, all, we’ve made it through november