Have you seen Iseult? I thought I knew where every Irish beauty in Chicago was. Digging into my “box of fashion” I came across this gem of a newspaper piece. It’s from the Chicago Sun-Times, and it’s about a few years old when they ran, what I believe where, these random slices of street fashion photography. This one is of Iseult, who according to the caption “has got the pout down.” It’s kind of like that Sartorialist guy’s blog. I’ve done something similar in the past for journalistic reasons. I’ve also thought about doing something similar for this website, but you know, with that Dodgy bent to it. But back to Iseult. What a name. Needing a name of an Irish girl for a…
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So I’m in the Bucktown apartment of Chicago recluse author Clive Javanski. He wanted me to take care of a few things, like his fish and a cat that’s somewhere…while he’s in Kalamazoo, Michigan for what I believe is a book reading or appearance of some sort. I have a feeling right now he’s on a stool at Bell’s Brewery, drinking a double cream stout and talking up a couple University of Michigan students. Probably about the smell of books, what bands they’re into, pants, and arm jewelry. Manuscripts and various writings lay about. I read a few. Stuff he either hasn’t tried to publish or is simply unfinished, or rejected pieces. One caught my eye, lying next to the latest Leonard Cohen record.…
“You’re breathing in fumes/I taste when we kiss” ~ Depeche Mode I’ve kissed. I have an earlier post, The Kissing Booth, where I refer to an actual kissing booth experience of mine. This post is about kissing, but not necessarily in a booth. So grab a pint and wet your lips and deal with this. Maybe it sounds like a cliché, but my first French kiss was forced upon me by my older sister’s friend. She was in upper high school. I was in 7th grade. Prior to that, when I was about a year or two younger, I was kissed on the lips by my friend’s babysitter. I don’t remember all the details. Just her lips on mine on the side of his…
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