Creativity fuels the soul. When we’re creative, time stands still, the mind explodes with wonder and ideas, and passion exudes from every pore. Bottom line, the world is a mad, mad, place.
Very few creative types are truly originals, even fewer are perhaps what you would consider successful, but one thing all creative people share is passion for their art.
And this brings me to rock icon, Courtney Love, who recently debuted a new fashion line she calls, “Never the Bride”. Love first tweeted photos of her clothes back in October. Since then, it’s made headlines in various online publications like Huffington Post, The Hollywood Reporter, and the Daily Mail.
But one thing that hasn’t been discussed in these articles is the back story to the story. And it involves an award winning Austin, Texas based fashion designer, named Dawn Younger-Smith, aka “Boudoir Queen”. For a short time, Dawn designed and sold clothes to Courtney Love. They were also involved in a very public defamation lawsuit- one that Love lost.
Dawn is an old friend of my husband’s….
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Are you confused about the Petraeus Scandal? If so, you are not alone. But finally, someone made sense of the real life telenovela, also known as the “Love Pentagon Scandal”. My favorite part: the shirtless FBI agent who interjected himself in this mess.
Thanks to GAWKER for the flow chart. I keep thinking at some point Kevin Bacon is gonna pop up in the scandal….
I had dinner with a friend last night who shared with me what I like to call a “only in LA” moment. The moment turned out to be so incredibly ironic, that I asked him for permission to share it on my blog.
My friend said he had dinner one night (in Hollywood) with OJ Simpson and a couple of other people. This was a few years before OJ (allegedly) butchered his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend Ronald Goldman, in 1994.
My friend said that OJ pulled a piece paper from his jacket during dinner. He then proceeded to tell the group that he often carried it with him and read it anytime he felt the need.
My friend not only had the balls to ask Simpson to allow him to photocopy the piece of paper (the restaurant gladly obliged the request), but he also asked the “Juice” to autograph it.
As you can see, OJ granted the request… and for the record, my friend wasn’t “bitch-slapped” on the head for asking.
And now you know.
I just logged onto Huffington Post and apparently, come this summer, we are all FUCKED! According to this scary article, the US will be radiated to hell and back before the Fall.
Now, not only does this news have me rethinking my request to my husband tonight to consider having just one more baby (the result of holding a 4 month old boy today at work), but I’m now also rethinking my decision to grow out my hair again. What’s the use? Odds are it will all fallout come August….