a week with jessica tremp

Jessica Tremp is amongst the finest soon-to-be-discovered artistic talent in all of the land: from New York City to Melbourne. Amongst her array of breathless creative expression is her photography. She also makes a mind-blowing fondue and her shimmying skills sway circles around any other. This week of posts is a dedication to Jessica's magnificent work and the ways it makes our world better. Starting tomorrow, every day will feature a...

benefits of worn down. italy. portugal.

I've officially managed to make myself sick. After sleeping through approximately seventeen hours of yesterday, my mind greeted my alarm clock this morning with a firm, "NO!" I am fortunate to have outstanding physical health. This is the first time I've been unwell since I can remember. During my rare instances of sick, I don't view it as a physical imbalance. I do it to myself when my head isn't right. And for what it's worth, I usually...

French night. deadly feature.

Last night I attended a French gala at the residence of the wildly talented and most stunning Jessica Tremp. Baguettes were saturated in steaming fondue and various triple cream delights; caviar was licked from fingers; twirling occurred to various French tracks within dim candlelight in between courses. Everyone in attendance was suited up or in a ball gown. We ogled at each other's stilettos and twisted hairdos into shoulder exposed French...

just rip my clothes off

I was stressed today and planned on staying that way. However, there were a number of factors attempting to smash my state of strife. There were my girls refilling my vodka in the name of it being Friday. There were friends in foreign countries giggling over the phone at me with irresistible "What?"s But I was determined blog family. I was determined to be negative and crank-like because although earlier in the week I swore I would know what's...

vulgargrad

Namaste blog family I KNEW IT! A bit of Russian gypsy music was EXACTLY what I needed! Last night I shimmied to Vulgargrad until my long hair turned into sweaty ropes and the clack of my boots shook the floor of the Northcote Social Club. See for yourself!
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