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it happened. it actually cooled down enough this weekend for me to put on my Majestic Leather Jacket. long enough to take a picture at least. then i got in the car and turned the a/c on Maximum Intensity in the hopes that it would cool down enough to allow me to keep wearing it. that didn’t happen. it was wonderful while it lasted.
by diana deaver “bon iver” (or, more correctly, “bon hiver,”) means “good winter” in french.
that being said… despite “guest list” status,* (a beautiful, beautiful thing, even when you are in the financial situation to joke with your bank teller, “i’m living dangerously!” and NOT have him give the straight-faced reply, “yes. you really are.”) i just wasn’t feeling like leaving the house monday night. but something compelled me to go anyway. (fear of the wrath of an abandoned amber post-show?)
not megafaun, but that’s ok – because it’s bon iver (another thing i did monday evening was hear that megafaun was freakin’ amazing – but i wouldn’t know this for a fact, so you should ask amber about it.) bon iver? the show was – dare i say it? – practically… epic.
wait! i wore a dress too guys! look at me, too!! look!
wedges: the preferred shoe choice the last thing i did – obviously- was over-use my camera, for both photographic and video purposes. just for you. and because i really really like going home and looking at pictures of things i just participated in. (seriously.) as for the “video” portion that i mentioned? and if bon iver is coming through your town, go see ‘em! no excuses!
* emilie + erin – i/we love you. no, like really love you. as in, may we have your babies and marry you? possibly not in that order? (diana deaver) it’s been noted by others in the past that my brother and i have an extremely close relationship - especially since he’s almost 9 years younger than me. i won’t deny that i remember the day mom and dad bought him from the hospital, but we’re adults now. it’s the Ultimate Competition – and there are no Time Outs in the Ultimate Competition. it (obviously) goes without saying, but in the Ultimate Competition, i am the Ultimate Winner. something weird went down this week though – i lost a round. asher’s boss (i’ve heard) is a pretty awesome dude. example two: they have a giant sign in front of the restaurant – on one of the busiest streets in tucson – where employees frequently post pretty much any ridiculous statement they can think of. (here’s the point where i tell you that asher always introduces me as his “sister, diana – the lesser-attractive sibling.” then we all laugh knowingly and roll our eyes at each other when he’s not looking. it’s pretty obvious that it’s just not true.) so when asher handed me this week’s edition of the Tucson Weekly and said, “oh, and the Ultimate Competition scores are in. they’re posted somewhere near the back…” i was able to accept the printed matter with grace and composure. (i rolled up the paper, hit him with it, stormed home, and then laughed hysterically on my living room floor…) a true winner never wants her little brother feel bad about himself. even if he has to post lies on local signage in order to win a round.
the Ultimate Competition: asher’s first point
obvious lies. (asher on right, wearing “princess” hat and shapeless apron.) (ps. asher – your lies might be on signs, but my name – and amber’s too – is on the guest list for bon iver tonight. what?!?! oh, that’s right – i regained my running title as Ultimate Winner of Ultimate Competition… see you at the show? no? what? you’re working?! so sorry, buddy…) -your sis pps. if you didn’t click on the link to asher’s music already, do it now. my favorites? “knee” and “your bird.” maybe he deserves 3 points? you can be the judge of that.
(by diana deaver)
amber and i don’t really have a whole lot to do other than put on pretty things and lounge around in awkward places. that’s a total lie.
i can deal though. i’m cool like that. a lot of the “cool like that” being hinged on the fact that i also own this dress, so i didn’t have to stay at home, alone and poorly clothed:
an interesting fact about this dress: one of the sweetest girls i’ve ever met, named sarah, who lives in close proximity to the city of fresno, gave me this dress a few months ago – after offering up her very comfortable home as a place for me to stay on my way through her town. she had never met me prior to this. i could have been a complete lunatic. i’m still not making any promises that i’m not. (a complete lunatic.) but this dress might complete me… close-up time!!
yep… still kinda hate her for rockin this dress so hard. of course!! also? we love you guys!!! have a fan-freakin-tastic friday! in case you haven’t noticed, amber and i have been strangely absent. (from here, as well as the other inter-web haunts we frequent.) this is not because we don’t like you any more. it’s just because you’re kind of pushy and self-centered, and honestly, we’re tired of the incessant stories about all the boys who are “so in loooove” with you, and the way you always borrow our clothes and never return them. (that was a joke. a really horrible one. in fact, i should erase it. but i’m not going to!) have i mentioned that i’m severely sleep deprived? that’s probably worth mentioning… why the sudden lack of posts and extreme exhaustion? well, ladies and gentleman, in 6 (7? i can’t do complicated mathematical things like count the number of days between now and next thursday!!) we will be performing a holy union between painfully hip and the painfully hip design collective, and wellwornroad and the non-existent wellwornroad design collective, and combine our love forevermore beneath one roof in tucson. i will be taking her name, because no one knows what the hell mine is. (don’t act like you didn’t see this coming. we’ve only been together for what, like two years now?! at what point did you think biological clocks started ticking?) so obviously we’ve been partying it up like the bachelorettes we will soon no longer be. i didn’t wash my hair for four days this week, and amber started a fresh batch of kombucha. we have sort of this “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy, where if we don’t say, “hey, what did you do today?” we don’t tell. but we keep forgetting not to ask… yeah, ok, it’s not funny. when are you going to get to the point, diana? this is stupid. without further ado, i present a couple behind-the-scenes photos from the painfully hip road trip/design collective photo shoot in corpus christi:
ok, i’m in desperate need of some sustenance and a rest break if i’m going to continue on with this day. in the meantime, i guess i lied – i have to show you one more picture – and it really is the final one. i made this dress too:
i’m going to go take that much-needed nap, but while i’m asleep, work her down! get some pictures and stories out of her! we know she’s got ‘em! and in the meantime, if amber wont share, i’ve posted a few more pictures over at wellwornroad. don’t let her get off that easy though! we will harass it out of her! xo
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krystal aeby – our gracious hostess and the “without you, this never
behind the scenes, take one.
“behind the scenes” take-2.
it’d been pointed out to me that i have a “thing” for green dresses… whatevs!
