I was here djing at Le Baron for about a month. I like to DJ barefoot and it doesn’t hurt that I have a pretty sick sock collection.

The lovely Miss Moselle and gorgeous Luli of Le Baron.

Aviva and I, in my new favorite vintage Siouxsie and the Banshees t-shirt. Harajuku sort of kills it in this department, however they also taunt you with incredible old Gang of Four t-shirts then tell you “oh, sorry not for sale” unaware that they have ostensibly crushed your soul.

This is Casbah, Reiko’s bar.

This is Reiko.

Then this happened.

And we dressed like this.

DJs ahaha Matt and ahaha Sean, complete with sparkly star head pieces.

Opening Ceremony grand opening party in Shibuya. It’s eight stories of pure wonder.

The Chloe Sevigny display.

Oh hey most fucking amazing shoes ever.

Didn’t take too many photos of the clothes because the displays were far more interesting. (This guy was eternally jogging in a glass case).

(I stole this one from www.everythingisannoying.com. Thanks Veevs xo).

Lots more photos of Tokyo to come…

At least I wore green.

Passiveagressivenotes.com reminds me of the good ol’ days when I had roommates…shudder.  Someone is always eating someone’s food or taking their clothes or late on rent or not cleaning or cleaning too much, etc.  Gross.

I noticed there was an overwhelming amount of posts regarding bathroom issues, i.e. using toothpaste, not replacing toilet paper…I once had a roommate that would piss all over the toilet seat.  Oh, the countless nights where I would find myself sitting on old, cold piss.  No notes were needed, I would beg, cry and scream to his face to lift the lid but nothing seemed to work. Maybe all I needed was the cutsie, rhyming grandma approach…. 

Lastly, if you are like me and are still getting used to the blissfully un-private and  ’dear diary-esque’ nature of Facebook, then you will appreciate these posts from passiveagressivenotes:

This is why my phone has an automatic lock function. I guess Amanda was really, really horny after two months of separation from whiny McWhinersons Nick and decided to punish him for being an ATROCIOUS SPELLER.

Hey Brooke, you totally still have my DMB Live at Red Rocks CD I lent you yesterday after Algebra class.  I would like to dedicate these lyrics to the end of our high-school friendship:

Crash Into Me

Youve got your ball
Youve got your chain

Tied to me tight tie me up again

Whose got their claws
In you my friend

Into your heart Ill beat again

Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock

And sweet you roll

Lost for you Im so lost for you

You come crash into me

And I come into you

I come into you

In a boys dream

In a boys dream 

 HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!

xo, Cultist 

I interviewed David yesterday for 944 Magazine. He’s way media trained.

Afterwards we went to an art show at his gallery, Hope, curated by Tim Barber.

It was called TV BOOKS.

My camera is still a little salty about being submerged in sub-par whiskey.

This dog is the most adorable ever. We decided he was a Gemini.

Afterward we went to Ghettogloss to see Dallas and Tofer’s show. You should go see it since this photo gives you zero insight into the actual art.

Happy birthday Garcia.

If you like good writing you should go to DALLAS’ BLOG because that’s where it lives.

This is around the time where I dropped my camera into a full cup of Early Times and coke thus no more photographic documentation of the evening. Sorry.