The new adventures of the old Mai.

Screw you.

Mai — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 13:32:50 +0000

HA!

I’m tired of blog.com beeing shitty so I’m moving my ass over to wordpress.com. Which has a cooler ring to it too! http://travelingmind.wordpress.com/

I’ll see you there!

ha
HA

Happyface.

:D !!!!

Mai — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 09:57:43 +0000

Sunday secret.

Mai — Sun, 16 Nov 2008 12:44:26 +0000

Kristian Aadnevik.

Mai — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 16:52:33 +0000

I just discovered this fantastic Norwegian designer and I am totally and utterly in love with his clothes. He is right on the money with my taste these days. I tell you, if I was rich and skinny I’d be all over this amazing designer. You’ll be in my dreams tonight, Kristian. Or atleast some of these dresses will.

Ha! (That one was for you, John.)

Mai — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 13:17:53 +0000

Astridpiken.

Mai — Thu, 13 Nov 2008 08:59:34 +0000

Takk, for alt du er.

Why wait to be happy?

Mai — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 18:35:29 +0000

This is just one of many reasons why I love Michael Buckley so much.
Never stop beeing fabulous!

Taxidermy at it’s best.

Mai — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 10:32:40 +0000

I’m a regular reader of alot, and I mean ALOT, of blogs. Personal, fashion, craft, you nameit-blogs. And I love every single one of them. Not only are they entertaining and inspireing but sometimes I find little treasures and websides I would never have found otherwise. And this post is about exactly that. Some little treasures at an unknown (atleast for me) website.

I’ll use their own words to explain who they are and what they do.

“NO ANIMAL HAS EVER BEEN KILLED FOR THE USE IN OUR WORK. We BUY parts from highly respected taxidermists. Parts are recycled or are by-products. It is out of the respect and appreciation of the animal to do this rather than just discard of these parts. We, as ARTISTS, find beauty in these parts. We see it as a memorial to the animal passed. The pieces we make truly are crafted with love. We love these animals and what we do.”
-Quote Loved To Death.

Here are some of their fabulously strange pieces.

Mr. Brightside.

Mai — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 12:33:05 +0000

Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest now

He takes off her dress now
Let me go
And I just can’t look
It’s killing me
And taking control

Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullaby
Joking on your alibi
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
I’m Mr. Brightside

A sunday secret.

Mai — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 08:22:52 +0000