Little red Corvette
Baby you’re much too fast
Little red Corvette
You need a love that’s gonna last
A few quick snaps post-Beauty Bar Saturday night. Between the red lips, red shots and white top, thought I’d throw it up in time for Valenti… Er, Singles Awareness Day.
Top: David Lerner
Shorts: Empyre jeans cutoff
Hair: Mia Moore of Roy Teeluck, NYC
Lipstick: Sephora Collection, The Red
Abs: Hot 8
♥ BB
Now Playing: Little Red Corvette
I planned to include this song on my February iMix, but after hearing of Whitney Houston’s passing, decided it deserved a post of its own.
Just like when I heard of Michael Jackson’s death (at a Northwest Riders wakeboard clinic), I will remember getting this news. We were at Cristophe Salon in Beverly Hills for the Grammy Beauty Bar. Someone got a text. When we saw it on LA Times, we knew it was real. Driving home, I passed the Beverly Hilton. Police and media packed the back and side entrances. Eerie.
As details unfold of Houston’s death, one can only hope she rests in peace. Below is my favorite Whitney Houston song. Hands down, one of the most beautiful love songs of all-time.
♥ BB
Now Playing: I Will Always Love You
You probably think this post is about you.
Well it’s not. I’ve been on an oldies bender as of late, thanks to my Fleetwood Mac station on Pandora. Creedence Clearwater. Carly Simon. The Beatles. The Eagles. Journey. Tom Petty. I’m reliving decades past through music.
You’re So Vain came on tonight, which led me to Googling Carly Simon, which led me to these photos. Timeless.
Where can I get those tie up sandals with a side of James Taylor circa ’69?
♥ BB
Now Playing: You’re So Vain
People are talkin, talking ’bout people
I hear them whisper, you won’t believe it
Let’s give them something to talk about
Better yet, how about something to tweet about?
It’s been a grippp since I posted photos or blogged in general. I swear, I’m trying to write/photograph more. Not commuting to K-town, it is like I’ve regained two hours of life. My ten minute bike ride guarantees sun. Running barefoot on the beach is the best workout. I’m averaging 10-12+ hour days [have you seen my lack of tweets!?], but I love it. My routine is in motion and I’m on track with life’s goals.
As for these photos… I’ve been jamming out to some Bonnie Raitt lately, hence the lyrics. My top? Bought it at an estate sale in Pullman for $1. Yep, I’m wearing a dead guy’s sweater. Shorts are Danskin. #BigHitOnTheBeach
Let’s give ‘em something to talk about
A little mystery to figure out
Let’s give ‘em something to talk about
How about love, love, love?
♥ BB
Now Playing: Something to Talk About
And it opened up my eyes.
♥ BB
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Initially I planned to write a witty, sarcastic blog about Valentine’s Day but when I ran out of time to fully execute my idea, I deleted my 682 words and just started writing (because I’m OCD like that). This is the result:
A few weeks ago my dad reminded me I’m getting older and suggested I “get on the manhunt.” Wow, really Dad? Didn’t you just tell me men shouldn’t settle down until their 30’s!?
I reminded my dad that career comes first and I’m in no rush to settle down. I’ve always said if I’m 35 and single, I’ll adopt. Past relationships, a measly dating pool and what some might call impossible standards, make me apprehensive to even put myself out there. While it wouldn’t be hard to find a boyfriend, I’m not really looking for one. I believe the best relationships start out as friendships. Unlike most 20-somethings looking to couple up, I’m looking for the ultimate guyfriend.
So what is a guyfriend?
A guyfriend is someone who shares similar interests, has a good sense of humor and a keen intellect. He is goal oriented, respectful and always has your back. The best part of a guyfriend? You don’t need to hang out twenty-four-fucking-seven to enjoy each other.
I know what you’re thinking. “Isn’t that a boyfriend?”
Negative. A boyfriend brings you flowers, takes you to dinner and schmoozes your pants off. He’ll text crap like “Baby I miss you soooooo much. Can’t wait for tonight lover bug!!!” and you usually find it cute at the time. Boyfriends buy elaborate gifts, say stuff too good to be true and usually result in a messy breakup.
A guyfriend brings you an XHNFWM before you mob to the mountain in hopes of catching first chair. He goes on late night photo missions, early morning photo missions and, if you’re lucky, he’ll even hold the Photoflex on a fashion shoot. Guyfriends don’t care if you’re sweaty from the gym, tired from work or in need of girl time. You have a mutual respect and trust unparalleled by a boyfriend. The ideal guyfriend can stay up all night talking politics, conspiracy theories and careers. Basically he’ll stimulate you mentally before anything else.
I’m not going to find “Mr. Right” at the bar, the grocery store or the gym. Frankly, I sometimes doubt I’ll ever find him. The dating process leaves me feeling hopeless. One guy told me, after half a gallon of Monarch, I’m “smart, beautiful and super intimidating.” Why? Because I blog and lived in China. Drunken words are sober thoughts, right? When asked for insight, another male friend told me I’m too busy and “not available enough” for a boyfriend. Why is it that men like the idea of an independent woman, but most can’t handle one?
In my years on the market, I’ve consistently noticed two types of men: the Flake and the Cling-On. The Flake will text you for last minute plans, try buying you a billion shots, then offer to “let you spend the night.” This tool clearly plays the field and kissing him is like kissing the bar toilet. Risky. Then you have the Cling-On… This boy, bless his heart, is a stage-3 looking for love. He texts you constantly, regardless of a response. He calls, then calls again “just to talk.” He makes plans for tomorrow, the night after, the night after that, and the following weekend. You feel bad cutting him off, but he’s so damn obnoxious you have no other option.
On what planet are either of these extremes acceptable? Guys like this are the reason I avoid the opposite sex! What happened to dating, courtship and anticipation? Is it possible to have a happy medium?
The field is flooded with 20-something Flakes and Cling-Ons. I’m over it. I’ve been over it. I’m sick of putting myself out there only to be let down. I need a guy who is as stoked on me as I am on him. I don’t want a guy who blows up my phone, nor do I want one who blows his load in every hole with blonde hair. I want someone who can go on road trips, rock out at concerts, get up on a board and get down in the sack. Guyfriend, where are you!?
I hate to say it, but for now I’ve officially given up on the male species. Are you, or someone you know, a badass guy? Send them my way. In the interim I’ll be taking pics, traveling the globe and kicking off my career. Now if only I had a guyfriend who could keep up… (sigh)
♥ BB
Now Playing: Danger! High Voltage
Of all the photos from tonight’s Avenged Sevenfold concert, this shot of Synyster Gates is my money shot.
It screams POTD material. The intense look on Syn’s face, coupled with good lighting and the right angle is a one-in-a-million shot. I’ve been to quite a few concerts and tonight’s Avenged show ranks as one of the best. I’m sorting through pictures now so expect a writeup in the morning. With so many epic photos, it will be hard to pick which ones to post.
I don’t normally go for guys in eyeliner, but Synyster Gates is looking daaaang good. Too bad he’s hitched. I guess on that note, I’m hitting the sack. Time to dream of rockstars and tattoos.
♥ BB
Now Playing: Afterlife
