SPRING IS COMING chicago is changing. this year I will doing and wearing everything
new nails today.
a crime against nail artists everywhere. a crime to my mobility.
fucked acrylic nails are in.
white, poorly shaped, bumpy. ugly. so sexy. cause of course I keep them clean af, they just look fucking gross.
I met someone in a sex shop in October with the craziest nails everrrr... flaired square French tip with a hot pink base. Covered in the cutest candie charms. I was so sure I took a photo but I can't find, just means I have to do it. It's the year of fucked up nail art.
im not yet sure if this is a product of my desperation for miss @trizzlynails(on ig go give her love, sweetest most talented ever) to re-open her bookings. but either way, im working with what I got and making it funny and sexy. that's what living in Chicago is for after all.
Chicago is going under a transformation. shit is getting rekindled...
its the fucking spring revival
(I can't use my hands at all this is so fun)
this spring is for wearing heels and sneakers only. I don't want to see boots unless they have fur
the black leather shoe is over. I don't care about your new rocks, doc Martens, any platform ever. if its black and leather, no.
I want to see more western hike gear. some Rocky Mountains, Montana, county fair, peaceful farming hick in the mountains type. jeans that have been covered in the bodily fluid of a cow, sheep, chicken, and horse all within the same hour. BROWN cowboy boot with embossing from 1985, paired with a pale red and blue plaid button down flannel shirt. and the strap. of course. forever wishing this was functional clothing for the chicago economy.
we need to be wearing keens, and walking in bodies of water.
THINK FISHING... this 2022...
why is no one in chicago wearing chacos. those are the funniest shoes. but no toe strap.
if you have a toe strap like me, you have to wear toe socks I don't want to see a strip of polyester ribbon between anyones toes. it is not my job, nor place to do so.
the mini skirt is mostly tired these days. as much as I love a mini skirt as much as the next faggot... time to spread our fucking legs!
the shorts can only take up 3 inches of your hips. tiny. need to be tiny. its just fun like that.
this upcoming spring is bringing the weird out of the city of Chicago. for the first time in my 18 years I am listening to the 1975... what the actual fuck. but don't worry im only allowing myself this one time.
something in the air these days. its still frigid, but the sun is out... it's not warm, but the people are. life is coming back to everyones face.
Ive taken up drinking a lot of water. its been 3 month, no noticable Changs so far. must be good for me though.
Ive been buying caffeine and not drinking it. it just sits in the fridge. or at the bottom of the union station grand hall trash cans.
safest and best place in chicago. easy
This spring hyper pop is dead I don't want to hear any high pitched voices
Few exceptions to the hyper pop remixes out there... but generally, shut up.
this spring were letting ourselves listen to what we really like. recently Ive been into
The Streets, CFCF, DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ, The Hellp, and the song New Theory by Washed Out- major TB to that one.
None of these make sense together but it slay so good. I will not release my Spotify ever. If were friends on Spotify, you're going to be carrying my casket at the funeral... But I hope you know I still make 80% of my shit private.
For someone who loves telling everyone every graphic detail of my life, some things need to be private. and my love for Bon Iver and Stravinsky should stay under-wraps.
WHITE CLAWS are BACK
with the soon arriving warm weather and 15 more days till a 7 pm sunset, we can start buying boxes of white claws again. and once we get sick of them we will move to 32 oz Chelada for the summer.
Many specific posts coming... NFTs, Knitwear, Nudity, and much more.
FAME HAS A LOT TO SAY
hugs and kisses
FAME
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