For those of us familiar with my life outside of my virtual domain, you know that a week after I left Minneapolis, my grandmother died. I can’t tell you how many times I listen to the /one/ voicemail I have from her, saved on my phone. Every moment I wish I could just hear her … Continue reading Shirley Anne.
Author: Rose-Coloured Boy
ride or die (but probably die): my life sans cheese
The first time I ever realized I was from the Midwest was I was sitting in a room, surrounded by New Yorkers, and I squealed when I saw two cows kissing one another. Cows are cute. I like flannel. Soda will ALWAYS be called pop to me. You can kick the boy out of the Midwest, but goddamn, is that buttermilk ranch flavored force within him strong as heck.
xoxo, rose-coloured boy
As I sit here in Doritos stained sweatpants in front of Gossip Girl reruns on Netflix, I can't help but think about the neglect I've inflicted upon this humble blog. I figured a more substantial use of my time of watching more episodes of rich white people making asses of themselves, it seemed it was … Continue reading xoxo, rose-coloured boy
Though he be but small, he is fierce: March in Memoriam
I used to never think I'd live past the month of March, and here we are, sitting at day 4 of April. It's ludicrous to think that in years past, I lamented an entire month, just because of trauma endured during my childhood. For the record, I just about spelled "Ludacris" instead of the latter, … Continue reading Though he be but small, he is fierce: March in Memoriam
David Bowie Is… @ Brooklyn Museum
There’s a star man waiting in the museum—I went to meet him, and he simply blew my mind. 2016 was a horrible year for celebrity deaths—constantly, sometimes on the daily, I beg David Bowie to take me to be part of the new universe he’s obviously crafting, since he took with him a generation of … Continue reading David Bowie Is… @ Brooklyn Museum
Moonstruck, Kind Of.
They say that the moon brings the man to the woman, "La Bella Luna", if you will. But, what on god's green earth brings the man to the man? ...Pheromones, I guess? Still trying to figure that one out. Anyways, if you live in New York and you haven't reenacted Norman Jewison's Moonstruck in some … Continue reading Moonstruck, Kind Of.
Snoopy x Levi’s, aka “Fuck, Why did I walk into Levi’s Today?”
I love limited edition and collaboration. If I had one reason to my downfall listed on my headstone it’d read, “Here lies Darrin, he was a compulsive shopper, please note this designer headstone for proof”. Today was the launch of the Peanuts x Levi’s Collaboration, which honestly? I had no idea it was even a … Continue reading Snoopy x Levi’s, aka “Fuck, Why did I walk into Levi’s Today?”
