I Moved Blogs! + Resolutions + 2012 Recap

I MOVED BLOGS!

With the new year coming in just a few days, I thought I'd make a little stop by to recap on some 2012 photos & to let you guys in on what 2013 is looking like for me & Bird Trouble. I normally do not make resolutions but I'm seeing the benefits of making a few now. If you're reading this, you're reading this from my Blogspot blog & I'd like to remind you that I moved over to a Wordpress blog. Please start following me over there - as this blog is not going to be used after this post. This is my closure to end 2012 & this is the beginning to my 2013 resolutions. 1) Starting a new. 2) Being more open.

Why am I moving?

I moved to Wordpress because I wanted a location where everything about the Bird Trouble could be found while I still had a personal blog that shows you a little more on the BT brand, and myself. In person // in real life, I am more of an open personality. I'm interested in showing people what I'm doing & I love meeting new people. I love getting to know the person enough to know that you have some sort of a connection with them - and that's how I'm going to use my new Wordpress home - to show you this special part of my life & my inspirations. 

About the New Blog.

I really do have a lot in my brain & I want to be more open this year. I can't not let it out. So I'm going to start a weekly schedule for the new Bird Trouble Blog Features. The one I'm most excited about writing for is where I show you pictures from my personal life during that week. That feature will be called "These Days". I think this is going to help me feel more motivated to write outside of my blog too. I used to write every day, I even used to have a LiveJournal, but what's more important is that I had all these paper journals where I documented the trouble I'd get myself into, what I was feeling that day, & all that went along with growing up. It used to be such a huge part of my creative outlet & I know that it will help again with ending a day & starting a new.

Here are the blog Features for Bird Trouble's new blog home.

Music Monday.

These Days - Tuesday.

I Wore This - Wednesday.

In the Bird Trouble Studio - Thursday.

Friday Favorites.

Chicago, My Kind of City - Saturday.

**The Creatives - Interview Sunday.

Eventually, Sundays are going to have small interview posts featuring all kinds of creative people. The motivation behind The Creatives is to inspire us at the end of our week by reading what inspires & drives these people. I love learning about why someone does what they do, where they live, what their surrounded with, who they love. It's to support a creative modern lifestyle in a short tasteful personable way, where we can share inspiring pushes & introduce ourself to new people. I will introduce that more in the new year.

Follow My New Blog

I hope all of you follow me at my new blog. I just added a BlogLovin' button to make it easier. I'd love for you to spread the word too if you're a blogger yourself, & if there's any sort of collaboration you'd like to do to help support both of us, please contact me.

I really do appreciate each one of you taking the time to read what has been going on in my life. It's truly heart filling to receive such support & honest feedback from you guys. I've met so many amazing ladies (mostly) from blogging over here. Its scary moving but I know a true audience will follow. I really do see you as new friends & can't wait to meet more over at the new Bird Trouble Wordpress Blog.

Happy New Year and much happiness & personal success to each of us in 2013.

Alexz

Lately, In Pictures.

That is my roommate Nina. I call her NEIN. We like bugs, gross things, doing girly things, and anything pumpkin. Doesn't Ty look like such a sausage link? I think he's the cutest big muscle man on this planet. I'm here to show you a few random pictures because I feel like sharing - and they're filling up my Flickr account. 

Other than that, things have been doing really good here lately. I've had to pick up more shifts at the salon, so my creative time has been cut sort of drastically. On top of shorter free time, I've been spending a lot of time with James and we do a lot of out door things. We used to live with each other last year, but with him living further this year, we tend to do a lot of hang outs outside the apartment when we're with each other. Oh well, things will come back together soon. I'm working on a lot of dyed fabrics & custom orders, so you'll be seeing those popping up here and there.

That is all! I hope you enjoyed my little random post. I will kind of promise to be back later on this week, or maybe even in a few days! I need TO show you my new hair!

xo, Alexz

Dear me, you're an adult. Suck it.

Bob quote and print from here & rad hand photo from my lovely friend, Amanda Fart's Tumblr.

Real-talk kind-of post time. It's been a crazy couple of weeks over here. I've been hit with so many "HEY, YOU'RE AN ADULT NOW!" smacks in the face recently, and I was completely burnt out about two weeks ago, but I've been feeling a little more positive lately while I try get back on track. Get ready for a much needed slew of complaining and bitching on my part. I know this blog is mine and I can put anything here, and well... this is one of those "Hey, I'm growing a business. I'm a starving artist, and I love that I love my craft passionately, but I hate this at the same time" sort of posts.

If you follow me on Twitter or IG, you probably noticed the cone that was on Ty's big puppy head. Well, awhile back, Ty started licking at this wound that was at the tip of his tail. He just wouldn't stop after he realized it was there and it started to get worse, and worse... and worse. Until it really looked infected. So we brought him to the vet to get it checked out and to get some anti-biotics, which ended up costing almost $400. They had to give him anesthesia so they can shave his tail (They were afraid he'd bite.) and since he is almost 100lbs, they had to use an arm and leg's worth of medicine to knock him out. So that was that - or so we thought. His tail seemed to be doing a little better even but Ty still wouldn't leave it alone while it was leaving marks of blood all over my apartment walls. His cone was worthless because his tail was so long and that he was able to get it inside of the cone. Okay, here comes the kicker of the story. I recommend to stop reading here if you get grossed out easily. 

One Saturday morning, I was preparing myself for a full day working at the salon. I decided to blow dry my hair that day and of course, since my apartment is not an updated fancy one, the fuse blew. I went downstairs to turn the fuse flips while Ty followed closely behind me. As soon as the door shut, I hear a yelp, Ty runs infront of me, and I see blood everywhere. The door had ripped the infected skin of his tail off completely. Literally 1 inch of his tail was just bone and it gave me the worse anxiety attack I've ever had. 

I cried all morning because I kept thinking about Ty's yelp (At this point, he didn't care much about the tail. He's tough.), the blood, my bank account, calling work, missing work, and it was the biggest frustrating fiasco of not being able to find a cab to the emergency vet. I got into a 10am vebal cursing fight with someone who was driving too fast as I walked across the street with a bloody towel around Ty's tail to get to the cab that finally said he'd take us in. Then the cab driver was giving me issues because he thought Ty was going to bite him or something, so of course I cussed him out too. Oops. Mind you, Ty is 93lbs of love. Literally not a mean bone in his body. The dude thinks he's a pug or something. I kept thinking, why can't people just be helpful without snapping at me? What happened to treating others how you want to be treated? 

We finally get to the emergency vet just so they can tell me that I can't afford the $900 surgery, but to charge me $100 for wrapping the wound and directing me to a welfare clinic. James' sister so very kindly picked us up to drive 1 1/2 hours to the South Side of Chicago so I can get the tip of his tail amputated off at this welfare clinic for only $370. Check in : 2:50pm. Time called in : 5pm. Closing time : 6pm. I had to pick him up the next day, but thankfully some of my best friends drove us there.

I'm fortunate to have a good support system and to have those who will lend me a hand when I need it badly. I've become one of those people who hates asking people for favors, I'm not sure why, but I'm so happy that I have friends & family who will help me when I do ask and a boyfriend who will let me blame him for things that are not of his control. Oops again. I know I'm going to be financially screwed for a while because added on bills to already collected debt, but I keep trying to remind myself one thing. I barely had anything when I moved out of my parents house at 18. I wasn't unhappy then. Sure I was young and immature, but I didn't have a legit home and I ate ramen every day, and while I still had my bills, I didn't let them take me over and lead me to stress & anxiety. DGAF.

I remember in 2nd grade, my friend Katie had told me she wanted to be a teacher when she grew up. I didn't get why because I couldn't see myself doing it. I told her I wanted to be an artist. I know I'm at where I'm supposed to be in my life and though I'm on "starving artist" wages with a day job just barely scrapes me by, I know that I'll get myself somewhere where I can be comfortable. If it's one thing I have is the tolerance to pain : scraped knees, scars all over, and a hard head. I know everyone who reads this blog has that too. 

We just need to be patient and we need to remember to breathe. 

Oh, and to be kind to those around you. Lets gain some good karma and help make others happy while we're on this planet.

Alexz

Some Words to Remember...

Be Kind to Yourself by My Little Buffalo

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"Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place."

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I'm happy that I stumbled across this Vonnuget quote earlier today. It cleared that a little space in my brain that was freaking out and let my mind breathe. I'm spreading this little reminder in hopes of sweetness, happiness, and clear thoughts to myself and to all my readers. 

I've been seeing a lot of tired and fed-up-with-everything around. I'm there too. Truth is, though we all go through different things & we all see the world differently, we are all human. We get through this, and we'll get through that, but we have to be kind to ourselves. Sometimes we just need to be reminded that.  


The best we can do is work on tracking on and keep our heart moving.

What's your Womanifesto?

If you haven't read it by now, you can read some of my spilled guts out at my previous blog post My Womanifesto.  Jes from the Militant Baker started The Womanifesto Challenge to inspire us to claim it. Write it out. Tell someone because it feels fricken good. 

The Womanifesto Challenge is to inspire other ladies to realize their capability, their strength, what drives them, and where their driving themselves to. Get involved by writing your own, inspiring others, then heading to Jes' page and posting one of the buttons on your blog.

WO·MAN·I·FES·TO  
NOUN \ˌWO-MA-NƏ-ˈFES-(ˌ)TŌ\

 A written statement declaring publicly the intentions, motives, and views of its female author. May include themes of empowerment, independence, self love, consciousness, affirmation, and individual acceptance; your positive beliefs about yourself. Created to give self-described definition in regards to the innate beauty inside of every woman. Yes, even you.

My Womanifesto

HELLO! Hello. I’m really excited to return to blogging tonight because I just had the most thought provoking inspiration come to me on my commute home from work. I don’t even remember really being on the bus or the train because I was so deep inside my brain. It was awesome and seriously, it's so good to remember who I am. So, while I’m full of energy (which is very surprising considering I just came home from an almost 12 hour commute/work day), I wanted to share with you my thoughts and some new personal endeavors.

Earlier as I was walking to the bus to start my commute home, to my delight, my bus was only one stop away from me. Buses being only a minute away really put me in a good mood. After sitting, I opened up my Bloglovin’ and first read “My Womanifesto” by Amy Morby. I came across Amy's blog a while back through mutual blog buds and instantly decided This girl rules. I have to be honest, I’m not really a blog reader because most of the time, I don't want to be around technology. I’d love to be more of a blog reader than I currently am, and I’ve been working on reading posts on balanced down time from people who drive me. I am glad I did today because Amy Morby nearly gave me a shot of adrenaline as my will to want to be like "ME TOO AMY, ME TOO! YEAH!!"

In my mind, I was standing up on the bus applauding the hell out of her and her muse inspiration to the post : Jes's Womanifesto. 

I came home, took Ty straight to the gated park instead of our typical walk around the block so I could have a moment to take out my new pen (another thing that I get excited about easily – new pens) and write down // or to spill out // everything I was thinking. It felt great. I always forget how much dead weight comes off of my shoulders after writing. Which makes me think, boy I’m silly. This is why I have a blog. This is why I've had a blog since my high school Livejournal in the early 2000's. Why am I neglecting such a great space? I started to help me document my life as I grew. To write. To express. Not just to show you what I’m making, or what I’m wearing, but who I am and what I’m passionate about. What I'm thinking about.

So, here is my spill from what I wrote on my paper // My Womanifesto. This is why I’m here on this earth. This is me.

I’ve been on a search, or compulsively thinking about, the different parts of myself that I’ve never noticed, or that I’m just learning. I’m slowly trying to get over OVER-analyzing the shit out of myself and everything around me because it’s tiring me the hell out. Why do I have to pick out every reason from my past to tell me why I am what I am today? I don't. I don't regret anything. It's rather exhausting to keep fighting with myself. Honestly, I’ve always been a really care-free person. Maybe almost too care-free. I’ve always been the one to do something different, or completely random, or to do something not planned. I also know that I’ve always been up for anything. I’ve never thought so much about who, where, why, what, when, or how I am and I don’t know why all of a sudden I’m trying to rationalize, or control who I become. 

I am being myself... plain & simple. 

Here’s my ode. 

I am Alexz Sandoval. I'm going to always stick to my guns. Always go with the flow. Always stay passionate.

Always direct myself to be a more, and more, of a creative person. Always find inspiration, care, and art in everything.

Embrace my sick love for sticking myself alone in my studio room for the entire day, and enjoy the fact that my brain never wants to stop thinking about creating or making myself into something I can be proud of and love.

I'm going to tell that little part of me that tells me to “Grow Up.” To “NEVER grow up.”

To stand proud and always loud. To love my Chicago "lady-like" sailor mouth.

This isn’t my teenage angst anymore. This is the real me. I'm about to turn 25 years old. I'm an opinionated woman. The, sometimes, hard headed, most of the time, stubborn lady in me that I’m growing up to be. I know I will never stray me wrong - that all my choices up to now that taken me to where I am today. 

This is the me I need to trust. This is the me who never wanted to impress anyone but myself, never wanted to conform to some popularity contest or some I'm-really-self-loathing or narcissistic media do-this-&-that’s, the one who always wanted to educate myself in what interests ME – not anyone else. I am my own person, my own body- though it may be tiny. I'm my own mind- that in truth, scares me most of the time, but it’s mine. It’s time to get over that fear of fearing myself. I'm done sheltering and putting paranoia in my mind. 

I love my attraction to those who really inspire and drive me, and my lack of attention to those who do opposite or slow me down. It’s strength and I’m proud of what I’m able to block out and take in. I know what I want – right now - & I trust myself for knowing what I will want in a month, a year, a decade, or 45 years from now. No one else will ever change that. That being said though, I’m always going to stay open and free, but I will soak in any direction or motivation from my close muses. Never do I want to shelter anyone, an idea, or any thing out – as long as it’s always worth my time.

I'm going to always stay strong, in motion, breathing, feeling, kicking, learning, loving, and going. I will never let a day of mine go to waste. I'm Alexz Sandoval. I'm always going to do what I feel like doing - because that's who I am.

Thank you Amy for the original inspiration, and thank you Jes for inspiring this to start. You should write your own Womanifesto. Even if you don't have a blog - write it in a journal. It feels damn good.

Honestly post - Chicago

As I´m sitting here at the edge of Lake Michigan trying to gain inspiration for any type of work today, I can't stop thinking how much I love living in Chicago. Currently, the weather is in this beautiful upper 60 degrees weather and the breeze coming off the water is the most perfect feeling.  I feel so calm and relaxed with my mind just open and clear from the hustle and commuting of today.  I had a lot of errands planned, but had a little clearing in my schedule, so I decided to relax here for a little bit before I make my way home for more ¨reality¨ living. You know, paying bills, realizing the dog needs dog food (literally just remembered that now), looking at the pile of clothes I need to alter… just stop.

We all know how nice is it to give your self a day off to enjoy the air by yourself, but do you really enjoy it? I walked here from the Chicago red line train and did two of my favorite things to do: take pictures and people watch. I walked passed the various windows of shoppers, coffee drinkers enjoying sitting outside the coffee shop at the corner of the busy streets, the outdoor bistro eaters and wine drinkers who were laughing hysterically with their friends, the homeless guy telling me to smile and then cheering when I do, the older couples who still hold hands, and the younger couples who look so alive.

I parked my butt on the cement beach just south of North Avenue beach, opened my computer, let my phone die, and typed away. Here I am, clear minded, writing because I know it´s something that really makes me feel good. I like the small details of events around me and looking outside the big picture because it's hard to remember the pro's of life, where we live, what we surround ourselves with. We all live and we all are get through our days even though some are happy, some of painful, sometimes we are told hurtful words, sometimes you don´t understand why it is what it is, or you want to so badly, change something that is, but cant.

You could be thinking about your bills, reminiscing about an old friend, thinking about a new friend, stressing about the over-whelming to-do list… but if you remember to step outside that mental box, go a different route, change what you´re used to and refresh yourself with something new, and learn to get through life how you do it best, it really can inspire you in so many ways.

Today, I´m really appreciating this beautiful damn city for giving me what I need right now, at this time of my life. The view of the Hancock building that I used to sit and eat lunch in front of during my lunch breaks from the Pilate Studio days, Navy Pier and the Farris wheel that has left me with some of the happiest memories, the man meditating with his eyes closed to the city and his back to the water, the sound of the people walking behind me while my back is turned to them. 

I’ve left this city multiple times only to come back to multiple times, because I think it´s really pretty damn great here. But who knows what the years down the road will bring because maybe I´ll want to move back by San Francisco, or maybe I´ll want to adventure to a new city by myself, or maybe I'll just stay here. Either way, I am open and excited for the future with my eyes and mind open. Are you?

Leap Into the Void

Leap into the Void, 1960 - Yves Klein (French, 1928–1962);  Harry Shunk (German, 1924–2006); 

Janos Kender (Hungarian, 1937–1983)

Yves Klein in The Void, Museum Haus Lange, Krefeld, Germany, January 1961

I think about this blog a lot and how I want it to be. I really want it to be a blog of my work and who I am, in a creative sense like a portfolio, but also a journal with truth in how I am feeling, and giving you (hi reader!) more of a sense of who I am. I've been "blogging" since high school... you know, since livejournal and xanga. Truth, I was in high school when I had these but I said a lot and I didn't hold anything back. I´d like for this blog to have honest words because I want to be human over here, but obviously some restrictions because this is totally public.
So now, onto my rant.

I´ve been noticing, there´s been a new part of my personality that is slowly crawling out and it's really changing the person I thought I was. I can feel a slew of apathy and its towards doing anything that has to do with a group setting or thinking too much about anything if its not about sewing + thinking of everythingthathastodowithit. I've been going to work and coming home every day just to work. I haven't been much for small talk or really enthusiastic about getting together with a social group. 


Before I say more, I guess I should explain that I've always been one to do something, go out, get together with someone. I've never not been that person. I like surrounding myself with people I like... but recently I'm really enjoying being alone.


Recently, I tried to do that whole going out and being social thing and I don´t know, I just wasn´t feeling it. So I´m taking advantage of this strange displaced feeling, and I am going to come home every day and work if I want to, or sit and watch movies if I want to. Or not. It really comes down to what feels important to me, and right now, this just feels right.

Oh! Can I mention that my dad... HI DAD. recently gifted me with a macbook pro. My previous laptop screen was broken, and owning a mac laptop has always been basically a dream of mine since I tried to get the best buy credit card in the year of 2007, and I was tragically denied. So, yeah, thanks dad! I am now going to enjoy my evening listening to Charles Bukowski. I just realized he's on Spotify and a part of me wants to know what he says. Oh, and sipping on my wine.

Alexz

Giving up Grudges.

I've been going through a million up and downs lately, and I'm sure you have been too. 

To be honest, I'm rather sick of letting myself feel like crap, and I'm sure you are too.

How many of you read HelloGiggles? I stumbled across this post: The Path to Forgiveness: 8 Steps to Ditch Your Grudge, and I went on my rainy walk with Ty this morning with a fresher look. I know I hold grudges and I hold them hard. I've been holding a really big grudge for the past month.
I also know I'm very much a loner when it comes to dealing with my feelings. I'd much rather get in my car and drive somewhere by myself, for multiple days in a row, then deal with it in any other way. But I've realized the more I get older, the more the grudges are bringing me down, so this morning after going through so many thoughts in my heads, I stopped and thought: 

Alexz, you're fricken' O.K. You're 24 years old. Shit happens. It'll happen tomorrow, in a few months of now, years from now, and for the rest of your life.

This past month has been one of the toughest in my life. This past weekend, and these past few days, have been a pretty nutty emotional roller coaster, but the question flew into me this morning: What on earth am I doing? I have so much I'm so happy about, so much I'm looking forward to, some of the best friends who care about me, awesome co-workers at the salon who I miss on my days off, a hyper-active insane but healthy pup, and a route to a pretty dang good daily routine. On Monday, I moved into my new apartment, with two real cool dudes, in the most beautiful Chicago neighborhood than I've ever lived in before. It's only been a few days and I already feel spoiled by the neighborhood and the benefits of my room.

Love Life Banner Necklace from Against The Grain jewelry.

So there it is, my claim to do the following: express, communicate, forgive, move on, laugh, live, make mistakes, love again, keep sewing, meet a friend, meet a new friend, see a friend I haven't seen in a long time, get a drink, explore the city, make small talk with strangers, smile more, go get breakfast by myself at this cute little diner down the street, put a feminine touch to this apartment, save for travel, travel by myself, collect what makes me happy, do what makes me happy, stay positive, and have no regrets.

xoxo,

Alexz

Lately :: Fall Brings Life Changes

This fall is bringing a ton of changes in my life. As much as I hate moving, relocating, and essentially 'starting over' again, I really do love the confidence boosts I get out of it. Nothing is best than knowing you've figured out how you're going to live, how you're going to change, how you're going to make yourself better, how you are awesome and how you deserve the truth, and finding a brand new spankin' hat! Dang, I got lucky.

I'm glad I've gone through what I have, because I think it makes me a stronger, more driven person, and only I know what's best for myself. Currently, I'm in temporary living. It's sort of like a vacation. I went to a pond yesterday and ran around through some bushes with the pup, then I blasted some AC/DC, and went to about 6-8 garage sales. I wouldn't want anything more!

Coming with relocating and starting over, next month, I'll be relocating to a neighborhood called Buena Park with two dudes, one of them being one of my best dude friends from high school. He does real cool illustration, sells some shirts at a shop, and is a future tattoo artist. I'm really excited to be in a new neighborhood in a totally different area! I've never been this close to Lake Michigan. I've never lived somewhere where I can walk to a beach, even if it will be cold and it is against a lake.
I can't wait to show you guys what it looks like after it's set up!

Here's some photos from lately:

 

Have you checked out all the new early fall bags I made? Catch them before they run out!

 

I actually enjoy my temporary work space. There are some blankets I found the other day that are going to be my next bag project. The vintage letterpress is for my coworker.

This is what Ty and I have been enjoying on our beautiful days off. :)

xoxo,

Alexz

Life Without Internet

I feel like I've been on a month break from blogging since we don't have internet yet. Yikes! James and I have a nice little coffee shop, The Knock Box, only a minute walk from us. They have the best blended Chai and a bunch of enjoyable snacks.

We went to Knock Box this past weekend so James could do some research for a friend, and we both enjoyed relaxing on their couch with the view of California Avenue. I read my book while he used my laptop, then I quickly uploaded pictures so I could edit them at home. It's funny, as much as I know I need internet, a part of me LOVES not having it. I feel more productive and I get more "me" time. I recently deleted my personal facebook, but kept Bird Trouble's facebook, so I could use that time doing something more lively. The truth of the matter is: It's pretty great, life without Facebook.

I'll be getting a provider this month and it'll make my life loads easier. A lot of my inspiration comes from other artists, and not having a lot of artist friends in Chicago (I wish I had more!), I need another resource. Seeing all of my blog friends and other aspiring artists from all over the internet makes my bones all happy and gets me in a creative mood. Thank you for being inspiring!

Other than that, I've been doing some random creating as of late. I had a random spur of wanting to make stencils and print my own fabric by hand... so I did. Just random shapes and animals right now... yes, animals. I'll show you those later in the week!

Do you have a favorite coffee shop near home? Do you feel you're more or less productive without internet?

Taco Love.

If you've known me, in real life, for a while,
then you know that I have a feel things I cherish deeply:

• Greasy steak tacos with cheese.
• Squirrels that come up to you when you make click noises with your mouth.
• Driving to Wisconsin for a random antiquing trip.

The only person I keep in touch with from my high school, Max, is apprenticing at The Alley in Chicago for tattoos. He texted me the day before my birthday, on the 14th, and said "Want a tattoo tomorrow? Something small and simple?" and I respond with "Like a taco?".

Alas, meet the taco on my ankle.


This tattoo is close to me, not only because it's a taco, but because Max once tattooed me in our friend's bedroom. We had a few drinks down and it was one of his first. Needless to say, I asked for snake bites on my wrist (literally two dots- they look like freckles) for mine and Eric's make-believe 80's hair metal band: Cobra Snake. The second tattoo Max did was a heart behind my ear... which was, honestly, wasn't as bad as I thought it was. Though, when it healed, the heart started looking more and more like a 5 year old sketch on a wall.
I had it taken care of. Kind of.
It's just so funny that we go from being 15 year old kids with green and pink hair, wearing studded jackets, thinking we're cooler than everything... to drinking in the forest preserve by our high school, drinking our parents beers in a friends bedroom... to being able to afford to tip your good friend for a kind service and an awesome birthday present. #Grownuptalk

Thanks Max! You guys might meet him soon. I want to do a collaboration of his awesome prints, make it into a pattern, print it on some fabric, and sew some cute little ALEXZ/MAX creations. We'll see.

xoxo,
Alexz

Where the hell have I been?

Can I please introduce you to my new favorite blog?
The name of it: Bangable Dudes in History.

They include girls too, don't worry.