Paper People Pool Party (say that 5 times fast)

Last Saturday was the Paper Magazine Beatiful People Issue Party. You would be right in guessing that it took a good portion of my afternoon to figure out what to wear. I settled on a pair of Rockstar Biker Jeans, Express studded Blazer and some sky high Micheal Kors oxford boots. I was originally planning on have a good old fashion night in since I have been battling a cold for the past week....but I'm never one to turn down a good party. So I strapped on my tallest shoes and headed over to the Sunset strip with my pal John. (These fierce heels proved to be a bad idea by the end of night since they ended up getting a lot of miles on them.)

me, John, Algo, and friend

The party was at the Standard in Hollywood which was pretty cool, except for the glass display case with people in it...zoo style. What was up with that?

There were many a pretty faces to be seen, and even prettier clothes. Yes, that is a fanny pack you see in the pic above....you can bring it back Algo! We tried to get the dancing going but there were no bites. So we shmuzed and chatted and drank the best margaritas I have ever had.

The night ended with this guy "accidentally" getting pushed into the pool in his red and white heart boxers and running around with them half way down his tush. um,...beautiful.

Where's Waldo!! Can you find us? My feet suffered through the night but fun was had regardless. I also made off with an innertube...which will be going to the beach with me shortly. Anyone know how to surf with a plastic innertube?

New music for you to nibble on

I have been hunting for some new music lately, seeing as I have exhausted my own collection. I will find artists that I really like, listen to them non stop, then shortly after burn out on them. It's like eating too many sour skittles....at first they are great...then your mouth starts to hurt.

So here are a few of my recent favorites...that hopefully I will not get sick of too quickly.

Marina and the Diamonds.
-at first I wasn't sure if I liked her voice or the unfantastic lyrics...but then you get sucked in by the catchy pop sound and her crazy arty style. It's like Bjork where it's an all together performance work rather than just music. Her video for "I'm Not A Robot" is pretty dang cool. Body Paint!! YES! Download a free tune of hers by clicking HERE .
http://www.myspace.com/marinaandthediamonds


Zeus.
-favorite's from the album are definitely "Marching Through Your Head", Kindergarden,....and "I Know", and "How Does It Fell"...and oh crap I like them all!
http://www.myspace.com/themusicofzeus

The Middle East.
This song is lovely, but makes me sad. But I still love it. The vidoe is like an erie kids book. They don't have a bunch of songs out cause they are still newer but I like what they have so far. Let's just hope they don't start doing Christina Aguilera style pop songs... hey it could happen.
http://www.myspace.com/visitthemiddleeast


Miike Snow.
http://www.myspace.com/miikesnow
It's hard to sit still in your desk while listening to the song Animal. Just fyi.


Telepopmusik.
Mmmm j'aime le telepopmusik. C'est tre bien! This band is French and good. They kind of sound like a combo of Beach House, Lykki Li, and Scarlett Johansson. Oh and the song "Smile" is real good.
http://www.myspace.com/telepopmusiktm

What is this world coming too?

Walked out to my car this morning and found a homicide crime scene. ....I feel like a sidewalk chalk outline would have added to the overall horror, but unfortunately I wasn't packing.

Who in their right mind would do this to a ChocoTaco?!

Writing stuff.

So I was just stumbled back to my myspace account for some odd reason thought I would go dumpster diving to see what was still on there. I dug up these old poems I wrote in college...long ago in 2006. Some of them got put in this arts book called SLAM the college puts out. Hooray! Published!

Number Two on Strike

Scratch, Write, Erase

Crumple another page

Im getting kind of tired

of this lousy writer

They use and abuse

From top to bottom

As they chase

The perfect words to

say what they say

While they use me

till Im weathered away

Till I can not take back

The words that they scratch

Till I can not erase

Till they can not write

Those emotions and feelings

that are on their mind

Its always my fault

when they can not find

the write things to say

Like right now

I refuse.

I don't want to rhyme

I don't want to keep time

Damn, there I go again

Doing what they want

Now Im so dull and blunt

Cause I followed their lead

Oh will they ever see

While youre trying to make sense I'll

be just another pencil

to you.

TOM CAT

You saunter in

with your confident strut

Your smooth and subtle stealth

A tom cat.

Your eyes gleam mischief and pride

Doing exactly what you want

when you want

Giving attention when you feel

Your back itching

Wanting me to scratch

When and where you want.

You leave quietly

with your tail sticking in the air

As if to wave me goodbye

To tell me I was lucky

I had you around and

Look out for the next time

You'll want me to satisfy

Your Itch.

Put Your Stunner Shades On

I just got some goodies delivered to my office today at work! I highly recommend shopping online, then having them ship it to your work address... it brightens up the work day to get something in the mail. It feels like your birthday! Anyways, I found these glasses for like $5 a pop (add a 10% off code! Discount Code:UOUOUO....and save a 50 cents on each....holler) Check them out!

Pair numero uno:
Saw Miss Sevigny in these a while ago and had to have them. Hooray for nerd fashion!

Second pair:
Fits like a glove! If gloves were worn on the face. Who knows...maybe someday (Take note of that Lady GaGa ) The greenish teal color goes great with ginger hair and is super stylish. I like that they are big without being too big. I have also been liking a lot of boyish style clothes lately and these have that kind of flavor.

And last but also least...Number 3, Nuuuuumber 3:
Hhhmm, so I'm pretty sure these are not suppose to look like this, unless my ears are lop sided. Also in the picture they make them look like a totally different colored lens. Not cool Urban...you are in the dog house! At least until you have another ridiculous sale on cute things.

Raised on Robbery. *

I was driving home the other day, stuck in the mess of I-5 at 5:30 and I plugged my ipod in to listen to some jams. I shuffle through and landed on a Bob Dylan song, and couldn't help but feel cool and superior cause I was listening to a golden oldie. It seems like that is the thing to do these days; latching on to past generations creative ideas. We are all about the remakes, whether it is movies, music, or fashion trends. It's like the more old culture you are into the better.

Now I am not trashing old music. I love it. I own it. I listen to it. I'm just a little curious why our generation is lacking in inventive energy to come up with a new sound. The 50's was the birth of rock, the 60's had their psychedelic hippie grooves, the 70's blessed the earth with the creation of disco, the 80's was the era of synthesized sounds and glam rock, the 90's had grunge and hip hop.....and the 2000's um, pop boybands? It seems that we have gotten lost in the last few years. Is it because we don't have an easily identifiable decade? (Um, the "O 10's", the "10zeeze", the "Tens?") We just don't know what to do with ourselves and keep recycling old material. Where is the new sound?

...And please don't say Lady Gaga is the best we can do.


*Title taken from an old Joni Mitchell song.... Aubrey Mayne: guilty of exactly what she was just ranting about.

Work

We ran out of time for a shoot for Heart & Crowns the other day. So in a desperate attempt to not get yelled at I slipped on the "lovely" jeggings and had Emilie shoot me in them. I wonder if they will notice the glowing white belly in amoungst the sea of spray tanned models in their photos. They wanted some "arty" shots so I thought it would be a good idea to get on my back and hold my legs and torso up in the air....this only resulted in really bad photos, all the blood rushing to my head and falling.


FAIL.

Barf! these are ugly.

Vincentgallo.com

For those of you who have never been to Vincent Gallo's website, or don't know of his existence, here is a little excerpt from it that I thought was great. Vincent Gallo is a writer, director, artist, and then some, with such weird style and the look of a chester... but you can't not like him. 

Love it.

"vincentgallo.com:

Contact Vincent Gallo

This is a personal contact page for me, Vincent Gallo. As it is personal, I would like to say a few things about this contact address. Do not send me scripts, as I have never read a script in my life, including ones to films I've acted in, and ones that I've written and directed. I only accept legal pay or play offers from attorneys, please don't tell me about the film you're going to make one day. I'll be dead long before that happens, any day now maybe. Do not ask for signed photographs as I do not keep any photographs of myself and never had a head shot. Keep checking the merchandise page. Eventually, I will try to offer signed photos. If you'd like to send a nude photo of yourself and you were BORN a female, please do so. I would be happy though with a simple photo of your face. It is nice to see the face of someone who writes me. I will only accept JPEG attachments. I will try my best to answer all email that is not offensive or unreasonable. But please be patient. WARNING: To all bitter or jealous or unemployed or frustrated or mean or nasty or under-loved or under-paid or under-hung men and butchy girls. Think before you write to me. THINK HOW SMALL AND SILLY YOU APPEAR WHEN ANGRY JEALOUS AND BITTER--WRITING TO ME LIKE A SCORNED FAN.

CLICK HERE TO EMAIL VINCENT" He also has a Shop Merchandise section of the site were he supposedly sells random worthless trinkets of his life and sometimes of other peoples. And just look, for only $1,000 you can get him to sign...a book he didn't write. Or get a shirt with his name and some sort of self appreciating saying written on with a sharpie (ex: "Vincent Gallo, Hero") Vincent Gallo vs. Marcel Duchamp $1,000.00  Gallo chose a rare, out of print copy of the complete works of Marcel Duchamp as a backdrop to his signature, thus one-upping the great Duchamp. YUM.

Really guys?

What the heck is Neiman Marcus doing advertising on Funnyordie.com? Do they really think that that crowd who is watching and making videos about Indiana Jones and the Save By The Bell Nip-Slip Tape Treasure have the kind of money to spend at their store? Oh yah, I'm pretty sure they are dieing to get their hands on the new $5000 Fendi purse at Neiman's. 

Oh yah wait a minute Mr. Postman

As technology treks on at break neck speeds, our forms of communication have been changing drastically these days. Phones, Facebook, E-mail, Twitter, Text messaging, and now Chatroulette (which by the way is super creepy and you're guarantied to see some things you do not want to see. shudder...) For those of you who haven't experienced Chatroulette, it is a site where you log on and are randomly put into a video chat with random strangers. Now I'd heard some interesting stories about it from friends so I thought I'd give it a whirl.... needless to say there was some surprise penis. (Sorry you had to see that Athena)  :/

Anyways so communication is changing. But is it always a good idea to move forward and not bring along the classic forms of communication? I am talking about writing letters. The age old practice that has lasted for thousands of years and up until about 15 years ago was pretty popular. It's like letter writing was the friend that we had all throughout grade school who was a little awkward but ultimately pretty cool, but when we started jr. high and there are all the popular kids to go join, and the cool sort of awkward friend gets left behind. I'm hoping that things turn out like the ending of the Breakfast Club or with "The Promise" by When in Rome playing at the end of the story. Where letter writing makes a triumphant come back and we realize that we have all been missing out this whole time.

When I first moved to LA I had a lot of free time, and a lot of people that I missed. I also had a bunch of stamps from mailing out college apps and from paying off all my newly acquired parking tickets. So I got into letter writing. It's actually pretty fun to write a fun note and send it off to it's unexpecting owner. You can do all sorts of things, write long notes, short nots, notes filled to capacity with loose glitter. (mmuahaha)

It is the best when you receive a rad letter in the mail! What a nice way to break up the monotony of bills and pizza hut coupons. So if you have about 15-20 minutes to spare, write someone a letter and make their day. I know all you college kids have that stationary your mommy bought you....

It only costs $ 0.44, and its something vintage, so it must be cool. (Said with large serving of sarcasm) I'm surprised Urban Outfitters hasn't tried to cash in on this already... clever little pre-handwritten quirky letters so that your friends think that you are actually the one with some creative spunk. It's only a matter of time. 

And cards don't count. They are for the lazy or the uninspired.





AubreyDoesThings

Dirty Hair?

I just got back from a day of surfing followed by stuffing my belly full of home made hamburgers, beer, and milkshakes. I think  my stomach is going into shock. I've heard somewhere that you aren't suppose to eat meals bigger than both of your fists. Well, I'm pretty sure I'm a couple fists worth over the limit.

It's a wonderful thing to feel at peace with the world. I'm not sure what it is, perhaps the shifting seasons of Winter to Spring has made things a little happier. I went for a walk this morning for a cup of coffee and muffin and couldn't help but be over-joyed to be right were I was, doing what I was doing, and be who I am. It's funny how things like green grass and blossoming white trees can make you feel good about life and grateful that you get to experience it. Or the old ladies who shuffle by on the sidewalk and instead of saying a normal "good morning" to you, they make a frazzled comment on how "there are so many dang cigarette butts out here!"

Another thing that feels good is having a clean house. Me and my room mates did some Spring cleaning today and let me tell you, our place is Martha Stewart standard clean. You can actually reach things on the shelves, we now know where "that smell" was coming from in the refrigerator, and my dead potted plants are no longer in permanent residency on the balcony. Yep, we done good.

Ugh I can't stop twirling my hair... I'm typing with one hand, and its taking soooo much longer. I love the way my hair & skin feels when I get done being in the ocean. All salty and wavy (hair wavy, not skin.) I'm sure there is all sorts of nastyness hanging out in there but it just feels right to be all salt watery and burned out from a hard days work in the waves. I'll have you know I did shower...only cause this is LA and I might get some sort of chemical spill on me and then I would start turning into a watery goo thing like that show Alex Mac.... um actually that would be cool. Maybe no shower next time.

Breakfast for dinner!

Why not!?

Just sharing my days tales...um, that's all.

Smoke Signals.

*Sidenote... sometimes I will have a story to tell or something to say but can't really think of how to start it off gracefully.  So sometimes they will just start out rather abruptly and without warning. Like word vomit. Yum. Example:

My apartment is right next to this cigar shop. (Horrible opening sentence.) The California air ever so smoggily wofts the scents from cigar smoke into my window ever to often. Now, I oddly like this smell even though it is commonly the signature scent of old men with mustaches. Men like this:

But while the lovely scent of cigar smoke drifts into my room, giving me a higher risk for lung cancer, another thing is accompanying it. The sweet tunes of the Rat Pack. The boys in the cigar shop have bought themselves a karaoke machine. So fairly often they will turn on the bbq parked at the front of the store, put the game on and sing at the top of their lungs to Frank and the rest of the gang. It's so cute hearing them jam out on the mic and shout at the tv when the football game is getting excited. I hope I'm like that when I get old. Minus the mustache.

Permanent.

I have been thinking of getting a tattoo. I'm not sure if I actually want one or if its just because I don't have one. Like it's some right of passage. Like I must fill my quota for permanent ink on my bod. I wanted to get the words "The Lord is my portion." on the inside of my palm...but apparently that is the worst place to get a tattoo. This is because it fades really fast and doesn't go on well on that part of the body. So I started doing some browsing online to find some new ideas and inspiration. All that I seemed to find was lots and lots of photos of things people put on their skin that they will or should regret someday. Here were my favorites for worst tattoos ever and a couple clever ones!

WORST.

I can't make up my mind whether this is the best or the worst...

BEST.

AAAAHHH!!! So cool.

I was milling around at the California Fashion Mart looking for new lines for work and saw the most awesome jewelry line in the world. All of the stuff is really unique and clever.  

Monserat De Lucca is the name of the line. Check out some of my favorite picks from the show.


Teeth Bracelet (the teeth hang loose so the teeth can open and close and a chain connects it around in the back... aka AWESOME!)

Paper Airplanes

Measuring Tape Bracelet

Skydivers

Aviator Earings

Pac Man