jumping on the bandwagon, way after departure.

yours truly just made her own tumblr, SAY WHAT WHAT!? i know, who cares? especially when i almost never update this! but here is what is kinda awesome: the massive hiatus i've taken will only mean more updates with much fewer breaks!

  i know, you're like "HOLY GUACAMOLE, MORGANA BANANA!"

nonetheless here is a general rundown of how things have been going with me since septemeber:

• had my position terminated left on my own free will of that job in ze art world. WAUMP WAUMP.
• even more reluctantly turned 23.
• have gone through several boys, some on my own volition, others...mmm not so much. 

SAUCY MORGAN!

• have decided on my summer look, betty davis circa 1973:

 

you go betty morgan.

• have been rockin' out and livin' life to the fullest in nyc.
• hating the violence LOVING the nba season, despite it's shortness.

ANYHOO....CHECK OUT MY NEW TUMBLR, friends, family, strangers, nemeses, pirates, ninjas, etc..

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TOODLES BITCHES.

 

come with me honey, i'm your sweet sugar candy man.

long time no speak type? i've taken a wicked long hiatus, i know. here's everything that happened since i lost posted, so we're up to speed:

• reluctantly, turned 22.
• god indeed saved her: thus i went back to rock in shoreditch.
• a new jobby in ze art world. 
• and last but not least, a failed attempt in joining space camp - i'd rock the shit out of one of those patches.

so, me, still loving to live in the past, aka: 90's, took a trip down memory lane the other day to see if my friends still lived there; funny enough, they haven't moved house quite yet:

turns out that aqua (remember them?) have a new album coming out in october by the name of 'megalomania'. forgetting that curiosity kills cats, i went on a google rampage to re-familiarize myself with that crazy danish-norwegian band.

to talk about aqua and not mention 'barbie girl' is about as strange as if one were to mention canada and not think of south park?! 

knowing the fact that my style icons are primarily fictional cartoons & characters of 90's staple nickolodeon television along with late 80's rap stars, it should come as no surprise that watching 'barbie girl' reinvigorated my love for barbie (doll or interpretation) and her exceptional fashion sense.

 

 well hello, lene! i love your crimped hair.

i also love your big hat!

 is there any room in that 1977 ford cortina for me?

behind every great woman, is a great man, 

in this case, it's rene.

floral fiesta: my dream!

i basically feel like flava flav just turned the hands of his big clock back in time so that i could attempt to fashion clothes like this for myself:

skate around before i head home...

forget living anywhere else, this is a dream house.

'omg, you have concave sideburns!'

i always personally liked 'doctor jones' and 'lollipop (candyman)' better but, hey! they'll always be the band that got mattel shaking in their boots to me. lates gates.

big mistake, HUGE.

pretty woman, is pretty much the epitome of 90's cinematic culture; i mean you have the ingredients for a silver screen cassoulet:

• numero uno: you have richard gere, every over 20-somethings wet dream, in a freakin' suit the entire time, riding round in limos, poppin' bottles, you name it.
• numero dos: doe-eyed julia roberts, fresh off the newbies boat that was mystic pizza and steel magnolias, our newly crowned queen of romance.

& 

• numeros tres: garry mothereffin' marshall, whose every move ends up with $$$$$$.

but to me the REAL unsung hero of this film are the flippin' wicked ensembles; nothing gets me more fashionable aroused than a bitchin' getup, which this movie does not lack.

y'all may have fell in love with viv in this red hourglass number, when her head nearly falls off laughing, but for me...it's all the other moments that do it.

 

 the wig & cut-out dress are wham!

add this amazing men's crimson jacket & newspaper cap and we are in buisness.

her fellow bella* isn't looking too shab either.

* - tangent, ain't that bella, the lady from just shoot me?

i know same outfit 3 times, but DAMN i need those boots.

and not in a creepy taylor momsen way.

classic boyfriend shirt and shorts look.

even the underoos and necklaces are perfection.

even post-makeover, she is rockin' the polka-dots. 

as endearing as this movie is, i mean edward lewis does this for pete's sake:

the one aspect i could never really wrap my head around this sex-for-money-movie love story is that, bottom-line: this geezer pays a prostitute to accompany him around town*. don't get me wrong, i love JR just as much as the next person, crazy laugh and all, but the plot line gives me the willies. eek.

* - tangent, i have no problem with "hanging out" with a woman of the night, just ask my homeboy larry david aka: LD.

either way, it is a sweet film; transforming two individuals into who they were meant to become, whilst doing it together. sigh. 

moral of the story? prostitution is a good look as long as you look this good doing it.

(insert sarcastic joke).

don't turn around, cause you're gonna see my heart breakin'.

"be my lover, wanna be my lover, lover. dah duh dah di di dah dah dah."

you gotta love the germans and their euro-dance pop duos.

remember how epicly awesome the 90's were? and how music just seemed to disco groove its way into your ears and you wanted to be just like steve and doug butabi:

"you? me? me? you?" 

d: so anyways, i was standing there waiting to use the pay phone.
s: yeah, he was, seriously.
d: and this guy who was on the phone, turns around and tips his hat like this.
s: and who do you think that guy was?
d: emilio estevez.
s: the mighty duck man, i swear to god, i was there.
d: of course you were, you were the one who yelled the breakfast clubber's name.
s: i was like, "emilio."

 best band ever ace of base.

"it's a beautiful life, oh oh ooo

i just wanna be here beside you 

and stay until the break of dawn..."

i wanna hang out with richard greico and michael clarke duncan the bouncer at the roxbury.

why can't snl make movies or skits like this anymore? apart from 'macgruber', which was awesome as a skit and a concept, but the film's execution was wiggidy-whack. maybe don't add reese witherspoon's baby daddy to things and they might succeed? 

not cutting it. bring back shia!

or could it be that the soundtrack of the 2000's & the music in general is lacking the quintessential: "what is love? baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no mo!"?

where are the techno-pop, electronica, dance, funkytown groovin' songs? don't you miss people who look like this:

or a little bit of raver colors and pacifiers like this:

groove is most definitely in the heart.

it does feel so good, thanks for reminding me, sonique.

i am going to reminisce with my good old friends madison avenue, remember those two? 

like she said, "don't call me baby".

and have a bitchin' time with my slap bracelet, watch some 'twin peaks', drink some zima, and "go find my cranberries cd from the quad before someone snags it".

d, i'm outtie.

sorry ferguson, you didn't make the cut.

ever notice how the 90's always had the best pair of "bff's"? i'm pretty sure that acronym didn't even exist at that time. ah, the days before 'lol' & 'brb': those really were the days; but i digress. 
duos, buddies, pairs, accomplices, partners in crime were so much more with it. that je ne sais quoi! 

miss angela chase & her bestie man stealer.

(honestly, just the combination of denim, plaid, crochet, & floral are already enough to make me wanna jump into this jpeg; but for reals despite some of their personal issues with a certain frozen embryo member, jordan catalano, rayanne's desire for copious temptations of the illegal persuasion, & angela's general lack of personal understanding these two are a match made in heaven.)

dj lesser attractive tanner & kimmy potentially retarded gibbler.

("oh, mylanta!" are these two a sight for sore eyes. nothing says amazing friendship like a sideways ponytail, dj's wannabe jem-esque hair, & stinky feet. despite the levels of iq being on the opposite ends of the spectrum, kimmy's shopaholic ways and dj's "pillow person" love work for me and make me long for the days of "everywhere you look...") 

sam anders & sabrina clarissa darling.

 

(first off, i have to say that i always wanted to live in a house where my best friend could come to my room by using a ladder that was the perfect height for climbing through my bedroom window, but alas it was not meant to be. nowadays, someone would dial 9-1-1 and arrest him for home invasion or call him a peeping tom, but those of us who know the relationship of sweet sam and clarissa know better. he: skateboards, surfs, and a bitchin' guitar tune comes on every time he enters. she: lives in a surreal dream land, believes in ufos, likes photography & rock music, and might just be the most epic style icon ever. what's not to love about these two? as sam would say, "what's the worst that could happen?")

blossom russo & six lemeure.

(being the youngest child and only daughter in a house as wacky as that of the russo's couldn't have been easy on blossom, but hey she did have her buddy six to hang with! they went through it all together: abuse, alcoholism, pregnancy scare, drugs, and an epic hat collection that will transcend through the ages. they may have been through some darker times than some of my other fav buds, but hey! just talk fast, press the record button on a video cam, dance around with your cast mates in glitter, sequins, faded leather coats, and get your thing on.)

is it so much to want things back to when they were awesome? and if someone so much as mentions 'degrassi: the next generation' as a place for unique besties, i'll loose it.

she's gotta have it.

name: morgan.

nicknames: morgs, morgana banana, morgalorg, mackmama, youngberry, miller the killer, etc.

age: 21.8.

origin: mother’s womb/new york city.

sex: no thank you/female.

occupation: apathetic (wannabe) artistic gremlin.

likes: autumn leaves under my feet, mashed potatoes, the portuguese language, miu miu, french everything, people who are kind, hand-holding.

dislikes: tuna fish, rudeness, headaches, people who don't 

recycle, boots with zippers, cannibals.

dream house: nasa space station.

dream job: undecided.

hopes: that maybe someone reads this?

television: marquee moon.

music: sam cooke, sonic youth, sea wolf.

 

had this for ages but i guess just now deciding what to do with it. but i don't really know what to do with it; so i'll just muck about i guess.

without question, shelton jackson aka "spike lee" has always encompassed new york fashion, ambiance, and straight up ballerhood.


fact:
- he still loves the knicks: always has & always will.
- brooklyn at heart even though he's a georgia peach.
- his style is what made it okay for there to be black nerds (despite what mr. donald glover says)  (see below)

blerd (blûrd)

n. slang

1. a boring or unpopular person, esp one obsessed with something specified: i.e.: a computer blerd

2. a stupid and feeble african-american person

blerdish adj

blerdy adj

HENCE:

 señor urkel.

the one and only tom jones carlton banks.

chewy wasn't ready for this list so, lando will have to do.

mr. dy-no-mite, himself.

thanks spike for letting us be our dorky, fun loving, nerdy, nintendo hugging, vonnegut reading, glasses from the past wearing, bill cosby sweater donning, "did i do that?" saying selves. you gotta have it spike. 

i salute you!