I'm calling the look "Urban Decay".
Seriously, after Single Saps Salad Bowl, romeoa and I went to a pretentious art party. I wore pants. I am such a fashion pig. And hip, too!
And look, I have a jawline. Whoda thunk it?
One of the art pieces I saw tonight was a rubber chicken on a black board.
I think when I get my collection of weird shit in jars done, I may need to do an installation.