Nothing With a Face or a Mother!

This is the full "last supper" image and my T-Shirt says "Nothing With a Face or a Mother." This is a movement for global vegetarianism, apparently. I don't know if I like the idea of forced or coerced vegetarianism, but since I'm already one I approve this message that also has my face on it.

P.S: I'm looking at Jesus bum... His sheet kept sliding off! *Giggle*

Here is a link to the collection called Place in the Sun. Finally up and running! Get ready for cheeeslovers world domination!

Hare Krishna

First Look at The Last Supper co-starring ME!

I know this is starting to look more and more like a boring Charlotte Thorstvedt-like "look-at-me-I'm-so-cool-for nothing" diary, but bare with me; I don't have anything interesting to say so write about myself. Maybe I should start writing in third person as to not sound like such a douch. We'll have to see what the future holds...!

Back to look-at-me'ness:

About two months ago I did a photo shoot with Kevin Azzopardi from Sum of Itself, but because I'm a complete dumbass, I don't know how to download the actual photos, but for now this is the cropped close-up of me (that Julie from my agency put out on my page) and "evil-waiter-Judas" in our pro-animal rights ad-vertorial. The T-Shirt I'm wearing says something clever about being a vegetarian and will be sold somewhere on the internet pretty darn soon.
More to come,hopefully, when I figure out the internet...

Hare Krishna

4th of July

I know we haven't allways seen eye to eye, but you did let me live in you for a year and I grew to love you and all the awesome that can be destilled from your unapologetic and generally hatefully crafted diverse pile of crazy!

Hare Krishna

Siren

We go together like the internet and kiddie-porn

After the magnificent Devendra Banhart concert last night I realized I had forgotten my phone and therefor went home instead of meeting up with the NOFX posse I live with and pretty much instantly fell asleep. At about 3am I woke up and there was (of course) a nachspiele going on in the apartment, as is our newfound tradition. I couldn't be bothered with socializing at that point so I tried going back to sleep, but about ten minutes later some creepy stranger opens my door, I sit up puzzled and desperately wishing I owned pepper-spray.
"I'm here for the nachspiele" Sounding ALOT like the start of a porn movie.
"Ok, well as you can see it's not happening in here..."
"Eh, who are you?"
"I live here." Meaning: Get the fuck out!
"Eh, oooookaaaay" Lingering as if he thought I was the house sex-kitten, ready to welcome him to the nachspiele with some naked fun-times...
"Nachspiele is downstairs!"
"Oh, well have fun here"

Needless to say, I immediately started locking the door.



Hare Krishna

Siren