This is Me
My name is Brittanie and this is my website. What you see before you is the digital equivalent of Harriet’s notebook, your mother’s junk drawer, the doodled bar napkin at the bottom of your backpack, the journal you kept in junior high. I have been keeping a website since 2004. I have been keeping this website since January 2005, though now a good chunk of the archives are private. Try not to take me too seriously. I do enough of that for the both of us.
My personal fixations include automatic writing, celebrity gossip, Polynesian pop, hypergraphia, word games, knitting, sewing and crochet, reading, vagabonding, freedom of the press and indie publishing, interminable documentation of my life, dreams, mid century culture and kitsch, Francophilia, locally-owned businesses, journaling, Nouvelle Vague cinema, bibliophilia, new media, carnivals, all things handmade, The Roaring 20s, nonism, paper zines, Mod clothing, epiphanies, Anglophilia, old cameras and film photography, Oklahoma and Texas history, the sea, and obsession in general.
Heroines, muses, role models and fashion icons include Brigid Berlin, Lauryn Hill, Katherine Hepburn, Dare Wright, Nan Goldin, Little Edie, Kim Gordon, Divine, Holly Golightly (not to be confused with Audrey Hepburn), Diane Arbus and an assortment of other beautiful, intelligent train wrecks in addition to some wonderful creative smart people I’m proud to call friends.
I am addicted to Herbal Answer Lip Balm and Coca Cola (though I’m working on the second one). I think social networking sites are for weirdos and pre-verts — you won’t find me there. I do not like to spell-check. I am a red belt in taekwondo. I love all dogs but am allergic to feline units. However, I will still pet them if they are affectionate, and I usually regret it later. I am a natural blonde. I like to embellish and I have a (naturally) loud voice. I long for the relics of my youth. I try to write something every day. I’m not close to my family, but my Dad’s third wife, who is five years older than me, is my best friend. Here is a picture of me, circa 1985, topless and suffering from chicken pox.