distillatore.

forget the fact that photo has a lame as blog name printed on it, my photoshop has gone on strike for the night for reasons i am not yet privy to.

but anyway, i've been waiting with bated breath to see how exactly i could fit in my obsession with ms dalle into this blog while linking it to its main purpose. truth is, i'm just not that good at writing, and so instead of making a lame ass attempt at pretending she's a 'fashion icon', (i hope that line isn't lost on the one person who knows how much the phrase makes me squeal with indecorous laughter) i shall simply gush how much i am love with her. i mean, i love that she doesn't give a shit, so to speak, about what she chooses to adorn herself with. she is, in no small way, absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful in her own idiosyncratic style. 

and she's not another rock star poseur in the vain of courtney love, the veronicas, ashlee simpson, avril lavigne or  gossip girl's own little protege, taylor momsen to name but a few and i regret even mentioning them in the same sentence. she's actually an ingenious wordsmith and she genuinely writes with a semblance of true sentimentality and discernment. plus, her raspy voice makes me melt everytime. josh homme, you are a lucky man, indeed.