Current Wardrobe: light green spaghetti strap t-shirt (see-thru with lace), black pin-striped pants, sexy black Manolo Blahnick shoes, black trouser socks, black bra, black g-string
Mmmmmm finally my phone is installed. Thank God. It almost didn’t happen, but thanks to a few bitchy words followed by some sweet thank yous, I got the line installed. So here’s my phone and I get a real dial tone. Amazing. Now I’ll be logged in more for you all… a lot of you have been so bummed that for the last few weeks I’ve only been doing graveyard calls, so now you all may be lucky to get me at a decent hour.
I just got back shopping and let me just say that I just got the COOLEST new pair of shoes. They’re red and black and have little round bouncy feather things on them and ankle/leg straps that end up wrapping all the way to my knee just like in Vogue… it looks SO retro. Ended up running $350 for this pair, but it looks really cool.
Something weird happened. Maybe weird isn’t the word. Maybe happened isn’t the word. I went with some friends and drove to University Square and ate at this little chinese restaurant and we were all sitting in our booth eating and drinking and then it got really quiet and we realized something. The restaurant was playing Vanessa Carlton on the speakers. Ok. This is a CHINESE restaurant. Shouldn’t they be playing mandolins or harps or some cute instrumental oriental music? It was odd but kind of cool. I like Vanessa Carlton, but figured the only restaurant that would be sick and twisted enough to play her music while you’re trying to scarf down lunch is maybe at some hole in the wall deli or something. Oh well. I’m SO stuffed right now. I’m not going to eat for a week. Gah.
Started working on a new drawing. Well a painting. Well neither. I can’t describe it because it’s not pencil and it’s not paint. They’re called aqua monoliths - and it’s a new medium I bought at Dick Blick Art Supplies a couple days ago. I’ve been drawing on a thing called the “art board” but it’s already pre-primed so every time I wet and dabble the drawing with water the whole piece of art turns into a soluble but non-soaking watery mess. Anyway, it’s an EXCELLENT medium but I should be trying it on heavy paper rather than a board. I love this stuff. I get control of the (non-wood) pencil as well as the smoothness of watercolor type paint. Anyone here ever use aqua monoliths? They’re really something else. I like them. Started working on a pin-up type cartoonish drawing/painting of model Natasha Yi. She’s stunning. I love her.
Speaking of models. I’ve got at least 4 photoshoots to do this week with three local models I met down here. I’ll be photographing each of them for a new art project I’m doing. I spent all Sunday scoping out different scenes in San Diego that could fit the background right and ran across some spectacular things. One person I’ll shoot at the Cactus Gardens in Balboa Park - if any of you have seen the cactus gardens then you know how awesome the shadows are at noon. Got another person I’ll be doing at the suspension bridge where the canyon is off Spruce and take some naturistic/futuristic shots there. And got another model who is this totally gothic/industrial chick with black hair and the whole black ambience who will do public modeling at Horton Plaza and at nearby bus stops/street photography/under construction sites. I love it. And Thursday will be photographing a nude pregnant woman for an upcoming calendar in an art show. I still have a handful of models to get with this week so I’ve got my hands full with all that. But I really need these original pieces for some new art pieces I’ll be making for an art gallery. They need 3 paintings from me this month and I need some new and creative material and ideas. Woohoo.
So this week I’ll be working on photo shoots during the day but will be available for calls throughout the evenings/night/and graveyard.
Oh something really twisted. Have you guys seen those torture devices they used back in the olden days that were terribly painful and horrifically cruel? I’ve seen maybe one or two devices in movies or heard of things but my roommates were telling me about a traveling torture show that comes to S.D. every so often and displays all their torture equipment for tourists. I was fascinated yet equally reluctant to know more about it and found this website called OccasionalHell.com which shows photos of each device as well as how it was used. Some things on there just turned my stomach. Not because of the gore or the blood, I can handle seeing anything - trust me. I spend enough time volunteering in hospitals that most anatomical deficincies aren’t so scary. What sickened me was just how brutal and creative the torturous engineers were. To mutilate someone and braid their legs into a wheel and hoist them up in the air for animals to devour them alive for days and days and parade them up on a stick naked like some fun event. How sick. What kind of disillusioned fuck would put intricate gold artwork on the Pear of Anguish. I doubt the person being tortured will be looking at the artwork. Interesting that pieces like that are now considered collector’s items. I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t like something like THAT up my pussy. No way. I’ll take a dildo any day. Makes me wonder. Does that mean today’s ball gag will be on tomorrow’s Christie’s auction block?
Aaah sometimes I just wonder just how much we know ourselves. I mean, everyone has some sort of double life. Guys who call me often live very demure private professional lives and when I talk to them they turn into female sluts, cuckold sissies, dominating masters, adult babies or whatever who just want to release frustration. I can see that in everyone. When I meet people on the street, my first thought is usually… I wonder what their fetish is? Do they wear teal panties under their clothes? But can you imagine being alive two hundred years ago where people’s double lives weren’t fetishes, but torturous occupations? Can you IMAGINE what it would be like to be one of those crazy people torturing people with those devices? How you can you LOOK at someone in pain and not help them??? I mean, when I dominate men in the bedroom… I take measures to make sure the one I am with is enjoying the pain and am careful with safety and consideration. But to physically hurt someone, cutting off their body parts and ripping their guts out and stuff… what kind of sick fuck would do that? Those very men lived double lives and would go home to their wives and their ladies would have absolutely no knowledge of what their men would do. They’d be ripping on women’s breasts and horrible stuff. Ugh. Anyway, didn’t mean to get so graphic I just get all worked up when I just think what it would be like on the OTHER point of view. I can imagine how the victim would feel. But the one inflicting the pain? I just don’t have it in me to even comprehend the motivation to even consider hurting someone like that.
Food for thought: If you got paid a shitload of money to mutilate innocent people all day, would you do it? I would hope everyone’s answer would be no. But that’s just me. I’m too nice.
Love,
Isabella
xoxoxooxox
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