Drawing again.

Has Brad Pitt ever had an identity crisis?

So I hear about Brad Pitt and Chuck Close and W Magazine. (Seriously, it must suck being Brad Pitt. He requested Chuck Close do the phots and bam, he has pictures of him that are taken by THE Chuck Close.)
The images are startling. Hot Brad Pitt looking semi average? What's that all about? Something about it, however, is startingly lovely. The worlds most perfect man and his imperfections, regardless how slight they are, out there on magazine racks for the world to see. Not to get all philosophical on my otherwise meaningless blog, but if Brad Pitt is proud and able to share his tiny crows feet with the world, why can't I be vulnerable?


Why can't anyone be free to flaunt their flawed yet fully functioning selves? Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing, how I got here and where I want to go. Do you think Brad Pitt ever asks himself those questions?

Girl Talkin.

So last weekend my sister, not this one, but one of the others, and I went to see Greg Gillis, otherwise known as Girl Talk. I was expecting craziness, yes. (Did you see the crazy YouTube videos of him at Lalapalooza in Chicago? Insanity.) But what I experienced was seriously the biggest, sweat-filled, floor shaking party I've ever been to. It was like Joseph Conrad took to the stage. A collage artist hunched over a Mac Book. I person sweating and head banging more than humanly possible. If you get the chance, Go.

Thought of the day