xo-del
12.23.2011
12.06.2011
12.02.2011
11.22.2011
11.14.2011
11.11.2011
dance my pretties
I love the designer/everyday retailer collaborations that 2011 has showcased. Exhibit A: Missoni for Target. But did ya hear? November 18th. Versace + H&M. Brilliance. This video demonstrates the perfect vibe for this combination. I love everything about it. The line is stunning, Lindsey Wixson and that damn gap are gorgeous and this video is terrifying in all the right ways.
xo-del
11.06.2011
11.01.2011
10.26.2011
zombie boy gets a job
Sorry to disappoint but it's not this Zombie Boy. Yet, I'm sure a lot of people recognize this man too. He is infamous for tattooing his entire body to resemble a zombified corpse. Sweet, dude.
If your mother ever said you shouldn't get a tattoo in such and such location Zombie Boy is here to prove her wrong. Recently hired by L'Oreal to do a campaign for Dermablend Concealer, Zombie Boy got to show the world his pre-tattoo face.
It's an awesome transformation and you should totally watch it unravel. Instead of being a boy with a sunken skull he is just another boring white male with metal in his face. Killer piercings, brah.
xo-del
8.23.2011
the quiet place
Need sometime to clear your mind? A little peace and quiet? Escape everything for a moment and enjoy your time at the quiet place. Found here.
8.09.2011
8.05.2011
the meaning of life..or something like that
I came across a captivating story the other day that really made me think. I'd like to share it with you. Take it what you will:
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that's when you met me.
"What...what happened?" You asked. "Where am I?"
"You died," I said matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
"There was a...a truck and it was skidding..."
"Yup," I said.
"I...I died?"
"Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies," I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" You asked. "Is this the afterlife?"
"More or less," I said.
"Are you god?" You asked.
"Yup," I replied. "I'm God."
"My kids..my wife," you said.
"What about them?"
"Will they be all right?"
"That's what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is for your family. That's good stuff right there."
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
"Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will secretly be relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved."
"Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?"
"Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated."
"Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right."
"All religions are right in their own way, "I said. "Walk with me."
You followed along as we strode through the void. "Where are we going?"
"Nowhere in particular," I said. "It's just nice to walk while we talk."
"So what's the point, then?" You asked. "When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter."
"Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember them right now."
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had."
"You've been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here long enough you'd start remembering everything. But there's no point to doing that between each life."
"How many times have I been reincarnated, then?"
"Oh lots. Lots and lots. And in to lots of different lives." I said. "This time around, you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D."
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that's when you met me.
"What...what happened?" You asked. "Where am I?"
"You died," I said matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
"There was a...a truck and it was skidding..."
"Yup," I said.
"I...I died?"
"Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies," I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" You asked. "Is this the afterlife?"
"More or less," I said.
"Are you god?" You asked.
"Yup," I replied. "I'm God."
"My kids..my wife," you said.
"What about them?"
"Will they be all right?"
"That's what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is for your family. That's good stuff right there."
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
"Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will secretly be relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved."
"Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?"
"Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated."
"Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right."
"All religions are right in their own way, "I said. "Walk with me."
You followed along as we strode through the void. "Where are we going?"
"Nowhere in particular," I said. "It's just nice to walk while we talk."
"So what's the point, then?" You asked. "When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter."
"Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember them right now."
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had."
"You've been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here long enough you'd start remembering everything. But there's no point to doing that between each life."
"How many times have I been reincarnated, then?"
"Oh lots. Lots and lots. And in to lots of different lives." I said. "This time around, you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D."
"Wait, what?" You stammered. "You're sending me back in time?"
"Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from."
"Where you come from?" You said.
"Oh sure," I explained "I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you'll want to know what it's like there, but honestly you wouldn't understand."
"Oh," you said, a little let down. "But wait. If i get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point."
"Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don't even know it's happening."
"So what's the point of it all?"
"Seriously?" I asked. "Seriously? You're asking me for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?"
"Well it's a reasonable question," you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. "The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature."
"You mean mankind? You want us to mature?"
"No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect."
"Just me? What about everyone else?"
"There is no one else," I said. "In this universe, there's just you and me."
You stared blankly at me. "But all the people on earth..."
"All you. Different incarnations of you."
"Wait. I'm everyone?!"
"Now you're getting it," I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
"I've every human being who ever lived?"
"Or who will ever live, yes."
"I'm Abraham Lincoln?"
"And you're John Wilkes Booth, too," I added.
"I'm Hitler?" You said, appalled.
"And you're the millions he killed."
"I"m Jesus?"
"And you're everyone who followed him."
You fell silent.
"Every time you victimized someone," I said, "you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you."
You thought for a long time.
"Why?" You asked me. "Why do all this?"
"Because someday, you will become like me. Because that's what you are. You're one of my kind. You are my child."
"Whoa," you said, incredulous. "You mean I'm a god?"
"No. Not yet. You're a fetus. You're still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born."
"So the whole universe," you said, "it's just...."
"An egg." I answered. "Now it's time for you to move on to your next life."
And I sent you on your way.
The End.
8.01.2011
smokey bear
no matter your thoughts on the subject of smoking, you cannot deny that these pictures are beautiful.
7.29.2011
7.28.2011
7.26.2011
'i hug you'
The other day a good friend of mine told me one of the most heart warming stories I'd heard in a long time.
She was driving on the highway and had been having a bad day and let her emotions get the best of her. She began to cry while driving and was shortly after passed by a van. Being slightly embarrassed knowing they had seen her crying she slowed down and hid her face.
Awhile later she noticed the van was reducing speed, so she sped up to pass them. However, the van instantly sped up to stay parallel with her. Avoiding eye contact for awhile she finally gave in and looked toward the van. Upon doing so she saw a young girl holding a hand written sign out the window reading, "I hug you."
It's people like that little girl that make the world a better place.
So to all of my friends...I hug you, too.
She was driving on the highway and had been having a bad day and let her emotions get the best of her. She began to cry while driving and was shortly after passed by a van. Being slightly embarrassed knowing they had seen her crying she slowed down and hid her face.
Awhile later she noticed the van was reducing speed, so she sped up to pass them. However, the van instantly sped up to stay parallel with her. Avoiding eye contact for awhile she finally gave in and looked toward the van. Upon doing so she saw a young girl holding a hand written sign out the window reading, "I hug you."
It's people like that little girl that make the world a better place.
So to all of my friends...I hug you, too.
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