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LONDON, ENGLAND - DECEMBER 10: A group of people dressed as space and time travellers arrive at Heathrow Airport on December 10, 2009 in London. The travellers are all friends, family and neighbours of Polish artist Pawel Althamer from Warsaw and are touring the world in a gold airliner to promote the artist’s new exhibition ‘Common Task’ which will be on show at the Modern Art Oxford gallery in Oxford from December 12, 2009 to March 7, 2010. (Photo by Peter Macdiarmid/Getty Images) (via Jezebel)

Russian River, California (via kristina s. b.)

Seriously cannot get over this. Every page I turn is more amazing. The white space. The kerning. The smallcaps. The slight washout on the photo. I’m dying.

dec09/jan10 issue of NYLON

Opening spread for their Hilary Duff article, the design nerd in me is gasming.

dec09/jan10 issue of NYLON

Let’s discuss how much I need this jumpsuit from acne. Not much of a discussion, I admit, because I’m just going to jump around screaming “GIMME THAT JUMPSUIT!” for a few hours.

page 111 in the dec09/jan10 issue of NYLON

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fuckyeahmichigan:

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Five cigarettes down, a few hours of sleep between (I can’t remember when this shit started) and now, six more essays/papers/responses left, and filling time until I’m back home. I prematurely bought a pack of Marlboro Reds, you know, the type that litters cars and ashtrays back where I’m from. Most people here don’t get it, that’s okay because in nine days I’ll be home. Is it too soon to want saganaki from Zacks? No. Am I killing my concentration by thinking about driving down Hines? Of course. But, the balance of time is leaning in my favor, getting heavier and heavier every day until Detroit is my background again. Not the fucking Empire State building. Fuck New York from now until the end of January.

The worst part is, by the end of January you’ll want New York back.

That said, I need Michigan like no other.

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1. Just remembered I totally have a bunch of craisins left still.

2. Now I really miss Pogo and how he steals my craisins every time I eat them.

3. Craisins are delicious.

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It finally snowed for real here in New York, and I absolutely sprinted to get to it. I wrapped my camera in a towel with some hair ties for safety and kidnapped Alex from the paper she was writing.

It was quite lovely for 3am before an 8:30 class, if I do say so myself.