Coco Does Rio

Narrative Enthusiast.
Show me your textiles.

HEY YOU

Back when my head like an egg in a nest 
was vowel-keen and dawdling, I shed my slick beautiful
and put it in a basket and laid it barefaced at the river
among the taxing rocks. My beautiful was all hush
and glitter. It was too moist to grasp. My beautiful
had no tongue with which to lick—no discernible
wallowing gnaw. It was really a breed of destruction
like a nick in a knife. It was a notch in the works
or a wound like a bell in a fat iron mess. My beautiful
was a drink too sopping to haul up and swig!
Therefore with the trees watching and the beavers abiding
I tossed my beautiful down at the waterway against
the screwball rocks. Even then there was no hum. 
My beautiful was never ill-bred enough, no matter what
you say. If you want my blue yes everlasting, try my
she, instead. Try the why not of my low down,
Sugar, my windswept and wrecked.

Adrian Blevin

stuck a feather in her hat and called it macaroni.

ladies ditch not your scarves,

V

{Not For Sale}

As difficult as ditching treasure can be, my imminent move to NYC has forced me to pick favourites and refuse eye contact with the many ‘not quite dope enough’ castaways.

Above you’ll find some exceptions:

1. Rainbow macaw feathers, porcelain-doll-head-excavated-from-a-field-near-a-German doll-factory-bombed-in-WWII (pheeeww), neon paper airplane cut-outs.

2. 1976 35 mm Nikkomat, Alexander McQueen Savage Beauty {purchased on my birthday at the MET in NYC), feather earrings from a costume shop.

3. Sterling silver Mexican belt buckles, Afghan pendant, bronze octopus sculpture,  Ottoman “Beloved” coin necklace replica c.1900, TIME Human Body Encyclopedia (1980).

I just discovered that my wicker, elephant-shaped table has termites! Dammit. Non-denominational prayers, its doppelganger shows up at Brooklyn Flea.

Tweet me links to your most prized loot.

Nom Nom Nom,

Vija

Hiver en Californie 2012 : Winter yawns at misfortune, so we’d better have our skills in order.
{ COCO DOES RIO HQ for the full spread. }
The latest editorial isn’t a far cry from how we normally spend our time up at the ranch, save for the omitted whiskey, rifles and SMILES. 
Oh how I’ll miss California. Ever seen a western played out on a Manhattan rooftop? Hmmm…
Me Neither,
Vija
PHOTO: Moi

Hiver en Californie 2012 : Winter yawns at misfortune, so we’d better have our skills in order.

{ COCO DOES RIO HQ for the full spread. }

The latest editorial isn’t a far cry from how we normally spend our time up at the ranch, save for the omitted whiskey, rifles and SMILES. 

Oh how I’ll miss California. Ever seen a western played out on a Manhattan rooftop? Hmmm…

Me Neither,

Vija

PHOTO: Moi