Crowns, Bukowski, and LaMontagne

01 Trouble Ray Lamontangue

Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.

Never get out of bed before noon.

Anything is a waste of time unless you are fucking well or creating well or getting well or looming toward a kind of phantom-love-happiness.

Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”

An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

there are worse things
than being alone
but it often takes
decades to realize this
and most often when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than too late

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

And introducing the Flyadome by Annie….


Staying Warm is like falling in love.

Packing for this journey was a delicate endeavor.  I undertook it with an eye to glory.  This method landed me in a snow bound ice box with 16 pairs of zero traction cowboy boots and 7 capes.  Ever the romantic.  Never the wiser.  So now I close my eyes and imagine how I will stay warm in this town.


I will reside in a cozy shack swathed in bear skin furs and wild roaring fires.

Swagger.  I will definitely swagger.

Frolicking will happen.  It really loosens up the muscles.

I will wear lots of denim and I will seek men that do the same.

I will share my body heat, for the cause.

I will snoop and gather.

I won’t hide my body.  It is wonderful and warm inside.

I will find heat in the nooks and crannies.

I will stay gilded and golden.


Dear Readers,

This blog is the warm and honest center of my life.  Thank you for putting up with my hot and cold disposition.  I am grateful on the daily for having a voice and some ears to hear it.


M. Josi

What I Got

There are times when one must draw ink from other wells.  Lucky Mustang, I have countless sources of inspiration and motivation at my very door step.  Today I honor a fraction of those cats that keep me stimulated when my reservations run dry.  Sadly this will be the outing of me.  You will all now know that I am far from the shining light in this strand.  I am honored just to live amongst this tribe of chiefs.

Starting with my humble household, Hyphytown!

The indomitable Annie Weinart creator of Annieland…..

Talk nerdy ta meh!

Custom costumes for dance and overall Jo Folley.

I have never seen anyone look bad in one of these.  You better bring a snorkel cause your gonna be balls deep in star dust!

‘Cuz sometimes a normal size hat is just too, well, normal.  Which leads us to her partner in art and shenanigans….

Sage Cattabriga-Alosa: Skier, Artist, and Professional Monkey Wrangler

Pixel Manipulation….

Unfortunately he needs a day job.

And when they told him that he couldn’t have gold chains as ski poles, that man done proved ’em wrong.  Way wrong.

The newest addition to our homestead Naomi Simpkins! I wish you could capture the way this woman lives her life with a photo.  You can’t.  Getting things done is her business and folks, business is boomin!

She makah da bustle

She makah da adornments

She makah da pretty face.
What a house!  Our landlord should be paying us rent.

And if I need more, I got more.

I got your tunes….Bryan Barisone

I got your high art…..Ashley Montague

I got your luxury accessories….Ashley Doty creator of Owlita

I got your death defying beauty…. Gemma and Stephanie at Nightflight Aerial Studio

Yep, I got you.

Yours, Mine, Someone Elses

I have been thinking a lot about what it means to be a parent lately.  I am ten plus years older than my parents were when I sprang fully grown from their collective head.  Having lived a bit of life and raised a few animals I can confidently state that I still don’t have the skill set to cultivate a mini Josi.  I forgot to feed my dog yesterday* and my plant collection consists of succulents and one tenacious Jade.  Truth is, how does any one do it?  A dewy, squishy, uber fragile shell-less turtle is in your care.  How in gods name do you keep it out of prison?  Or alive?  Or dressed well?  And when it tells you that it hates your fricken guts…..what then?  Because every kid says that at some point.  And you better believe that they mean it.  (Fleeting, sure, but always brutal.)  I suppose that whoever makes a play for parenthood must also be quite the gambler.  Me?  I likes it safe.  To all those parents out there trying to make sense of what your youngster/gangster is up to……..


It is usually around this time of year that I stand at the gate of my closet and stare, mutter, cuss, stare some more, and ultimately end up in stretch pants and a tunic.  The sun is out (albeit tentatively) and its too tepid to pile on the winter wear. But, but, but the body is far from ready for prying eyes.  And even if the body was willing, the wardrobe is far from able.  I need inspiration!  What is next?  How will I cloth this frame of mine?  And on a paupers budget no less.

I have been very much underwhelmed with the trending apparel movements and I can’t seem to get a bead on what is next for me/us/whomever.  The romance of the bohem and the silhouettes of the seventies are calling me quietly, though from what dark corner I am not sure.  I would love to see some under saturated pop colors with touches of the frou frou.  Maybe some heritage prints on short hemmed, barely there summer frocks…..Any how, I am not sure.  On one of my cyber perusals I found this label called Ellery that perked me up a touch.  Imma share some of it with you.

For pete’s sake!  Look at those!

It is femme but kind of rough.  I likey.

Again, its called Ellery.  Keep an eye on it.

*To those who are outraged by my forgetful dog feeding snafu,  I suspect that the contents of my lunch sack are in his belly as we speak.

Mind Bottled: Part Deux-The Closet

Why did I go to design school?  Why do I run, crunch, and struggle through push ups? Why do I rubber neck my way through life?  Why I spend a kings ransom on festivals and tom foolery?  One word.  Iloveclothing.  Piles of clothing mark the places on my bedroom floor where I decided that I needed to wear shorts instead of leggings or some other such item.  It looks like a small army disintegrated into thin air leaving only their clothing.  My getting ready process is a aria of color and frustration that crescendos with an ecstatic launch into the living room where I twirl and pout into the full length.   A great love indeed.

Without further ado, the final five in my list of things I am loving right now.  Come out of the closet my dear ones……

6) The Dapper Man Piece.  I am insanely inspired by the dandy style, that cocked hat, that early bespoke tailoring.  It says I give a hoot but I still came to party.  Day-em!

7) Throwback silhouettes.  Hearkening back to a time when naughtiness was suggested and implied, not forced.  I have been seeing some yummy bell bottoms making their way back into the periphery and I am pleased.  Very pleased.


8 ) Something wicked this way comes.  Gareth Pugh.  Strange and wonderful things that make me feel.

9) Homesteadin’ with Hils and Kate.  Grab you a young grizzly Adam, a jug of xx hooch, a poplin circle skirt, and get your hind parts down to the barn for some do-see-do’n.

10) Kate Moss.  Every stitch that adorns her body is glorious.  I am sure that when she finally kicks over from all that blow and bulimia she will be remembered as more that just a model. She comes the closest to being my fashion mecca, I kneel down and pray in her direction every day at noon.

There you have it.  I hope you enjoyed.  Tomorrow night is the Portland Prom and if my first prom was any indication of how this one will go, well, let us hope for the best.


Ooohhhh, bonus….


Mind Bottled: Part One

I love lists.  Sometimes I make one just to remind myself to make one.  Of course, like all card carrying procrastinators, I get to thing one and then it’s SQUIRREL!  And off I go.  That doesn’t’ change the fact that to make a list makes me feel all buttoned up and organized.  I have been wanting to do some reviewing for y0u and since I am about a year behind on the new new I will just hit you with my list of…….



1) The Abyss- the James Cameron flick made in ’89

After I got used to the suffocating feeling I had from the constant under water scenage I was able to get on board with the story. I am confident that most of you have seen this so I will spare the footnotes.  It was formulaic only in the most entertaining of ways and in its innocence it spoke to the most basic of truths.  We are taking a giant shat on mother earth and we should probably knock it off.  If the movie had been made now I reckon that the underwater lifebeings would have went through with the washing away of humanity.  Would you blame ’em?

2) The concerts I went to this last month: Mos Def and Devil Makes Three.

Easy like Sunday evening.  A consummate pro at life.

There is nothing as powerful as being at a show with a thousand people that know all of the words.  Goose bumps the entire time.  All despite the wet blanket beside me that looked like she would rather be at home watching dancing with the stars or the bachelor.  I wanted to shove a banjo down her throat.  Instead I just sang all the words in her ear and danced like my boots were on fire.

3) Soft Core Porn Disguised As Earnest Cinema (i.e Spartacus/Trueblood/The Tudors, etc.)


You won’t believe me but I promise you that this show is surprisingly fleshed out and compelling.  There is nothing wrong with dipping my history lessons in a little sugar, is there?  A friend once asked me what I saw in t.v like this and the only answer I had at the time was an echo of my dad, “because I said so!”  The bigger truth is that I like titillation, loosely drawn historical themes and drama, together.  I can glide between genres of music with some semblance of ease so why not with celluloid?  I have sat through enough indie swill to earn the right to oogle some roman flesh.

4) National Geographic

Our world is blessed to have this stunning and diligent documentation of all the wonders in it.  I am always inspired and bettered by what I find in its glossy pages.  Hopefully the aliens find NG instead of People when they come to check us out.  I send out a giant thank you to everyone that has been involved in this institution.  May we venture to be interesting enough to keep you superstars busy.

I found this amazing tumblr account that is operated by a fella that scans all his NG’s for our viewing pleasure.  Peep it for some eye and brain food.

5) Nostalgia. Perhaps I am underwhelmed with the new or maybe as I age (like a fine cheese) I find comfort in the familiar.  Who knows.  Maybe its old De La tracks, high school reunions, or a dab of Obsession for Men on my pillow. Whatever it may be, I likes it old school.

Oh hells yeah!

To let it all go.  Me, SoCo, and my girls.

I used to write him a letter a week when I was eleven.  Lost Boys is still in constant rotation.  I wish that someone had had the sense to encase him in amber before he hit 17.

Alright then.  Stay tuned for Part Deux.

Love Allways,


Awake, my sleeper, to the sun

Not many people can wrap their minds around the suicide of a brilliant person.  It should be that the gift of being unique indebts the bearer to share this forever.  The flame of genius should sustain.   As if the fire of art is enough to keep anything but the fingers warm.  It is almost as if brilliancy whites out the ability to dust off ones hands after a tumble.  When you are looking for a reason to give up, any old thing will do.  Hind sight always allows a window into what we wouldn’t see in life.  That in itself is strangely wonderful, that death can shed light on life.  That the future can cast light forwards and back.  The tortured genius leaves us with strands that we can weave and bind into new life.   We can take hold of what was and carry it into the day, letting it snake through our intentions, giving a gilded sheen to the mundane.

I never wanted to see someone replace Alexander McQueen.  There never should have been a need for that.  And yet here we are.  The show must go on.  And what a show it is.  Spring 2011 brings us the return of his house.  He is in there still, but only as much as the fiber dictates the cloth.  His predecessor, Sarah Burton, has fashioned a lovely and timely collection.  Her warrior woman is as much queen as she is matador, as solid as the blade.  The mood is a bit chilly but I find the silhouettes to be flirty, the marriage is crazy dynamic, incendiary.  The prints are retrospective without being cloying.  Burton has crafted a wily beast.  That being said, just because there is a new captain, let us not forget who built the ship.

Below are some of my more favorite looks from the spring 2011 Alexander McQueen label.

Wowsers.  What a show of construction and skill.  Impressive.

Love All Ways,


Adorned, darkly

What does it mean when you consider yourself sunny but your taste runs darker than a prairie night?  Upon packing for my trip I found my bag filled to bursting with black, gray, and combinations there of.  I sure do hope it’s not too much an indicator of my mental temperature.  Either way, for your viewing pleasure I have compiled some of my favorite adornments.  All of which lean towards the macabre.  Just pair it with a mini hat and some hammer pants.  No one will accuse you of melancholy.

“Do not go gentle into that good night……..”



Black Sheep and Prodigal Sons eek out a niche that I like to call blasphemous bones.  I really dig the mix of relics and dead things.  Oh, and a key, just cuz it’s cool right now.


Do I love you because your name is Pamela Love?  Or is your name Pamela Love because I love you?  (Lots of love for such dark matter.)  Regardless, Miss Love is hot shit right now and for good reason.  That giant star bracelet is all kinds of awesome.



The creations of Alexander Calder (1898-1976) are wicked smart and prodigal beyond belief.  He used a hammer and not much else to bend, mold, and sculpt pieces that now sit in a museum.  P.S.  Isn’t Angelica Houston lovely?  What a face!



Every once and a while etsy spits out something amazing.  This is one of those times.  Norwegian wood is more than just diy, it is high end goodies for low end duckets.  God bless you!



This man is a god in my book.  Heat up some metal, pour it over the head of a babe, and voile!  What magic!

What’s next folks?  What boundries haven’t yet been pushed within an inch of darkness?  I love you life!  You make such pretty and wonderful things.

I leave you with the fitting words of Edgar Allen Poe…


Thou askest me whence I came, I came o’er the sleeping sea;

It roused at my torrent of storm and flame, And howled aloud in its agony,

And swelled to the sky- that sleepy sea.

-from The Magician

Boogie Men

I awoke to the gray day that makes up the lions share of Portland weather and realized that today is the 14 year anniversary of Biggie Smalls’ murder.  The memories that were set to his musical stylings came flooding back.  Biggie was one of my hip-hop pantheon.  He was the Jabba of rap and I swooned over his raspy, filthy words.  I am west coast lass by birth but my ears belong to the east.  Rest in peace my friend and may justice eventually be brought to the fool that done slayed you.

As a tribute to the Notorious One I bring you a small slice of the male species that have defined what it means to be a real man.  God bless ’em, fewer and fewer are born every day.  So if you have one of these men in your keeping you best hold on tight because a real man is a commodity.

“If you don’t love yourself, I’ll make you see your own heart.”

“I pretended to be somebody I wanted to be until finally I became that person. Or he became me.”  Cary Grant

No, Aloe, YOU make me smile.

“Put my heart and soul into this song….” Mos Def   (Tickets to the show in April, hint hint, my birfday cometh)

Ole Blue Eyes, how I love thee.  So dashing, so scattaweebobdooweedoooooo!

Holy balls look at this guy.  Channing Tatum.  Dang!

When men were men and the two martini lunch ruled.

“I love your funny face, your sunny, funny face..” Fred Astaire, light on his feet and quick with the charm.

Sean Penn, so very very.

Unrivaled style and skill, may I introduce Theophilus London!

“A lot of people say to me, ‘Why did you kill Christ?’ I dunno, it was one of those parties, got out of hand, you know.”

Lenny Bruce

A stylish man with dash and finesse is a thing of beauty.  I will not deny worshiping at that alter.  Hope your days is grand!


Hmmmm…..that’s purty

“There is no lie, there is no system.  The universe is indifferent.”  Don Draper  (Mad Men)

Cold comfort, eh?

It may just be a knee jerk to all the ugliness in the world but I am just craving pretty.  I want whimsy, I want flirty, I want fantasy.  I want stripped down and raw fabrics that you can dry on the line.  I want simple.  Look to Unabashed apparel for that.  ( The looks below belong in my closet.  Hint hint.

Looking for inspiration?  Get off the couch and go to your local library.  Ask the nice quasi hot nerd at the desk for the back log of National Geographics.  Prepare to be enlightened.  Nothing is as a sexy as man on a sherpa (I’m talking to you Jimmy Chin).

There are wonderful things afoot, I can just feel it.  Despite what is quickly becoming a dire financial situation, I find myself in awe of a brilliant future.  Glad to have you along for the ride.

It’s time to focus on the fecund and the creative.  I know its in me, the wellspring of doing and making.  I just need to strike hard and deep.  Every line, every idea, has a purpose, something bigger than just me, even if only by a little bit.

Hmmmm, pretty……