We all have personal connections to a lot of things outside of who we are in our everyday lives, but when things get gritty and gray in our heads and bodies and hearts and it collides with culture is when things start to get interesting. And hot. A while back a close friend told me my whole fucking life was like Fight Club so I did this photoshoot. (He was right. He’s always right.) Not long ago I was having dreams about Tyler Durden; recently I ended up in Chuck Palahniuk’s newest book as part of the method of murder. A dream come true. I interviewed Palahniuk about the book, but not about my girlish aspirations. Maybe next time. Just last week Suicide Girls did a Fight Club tribute in dozens of glorious photos that can all be seen here in this link. Thank you, universe. But next time I get to play Tyler Durden, k? Unless, of course, I already am…
wow awesome
just had to ask:
how the hell do you fill your automobile’s gasoline tank up? surely you cannot touch a gasoline pump?
you are so beautiful. you take the air from my breath. you make the lights dim and flash. you could make a rock do photosynthesis and become a primary producer.
i don’t even like bangs, and yet that was they were the first thing i saw.
you are so beautiful, to me.
WOW…
jesus fucking christ you are hot. so fucking hot. fucking hot. how can you stand being so damned hot?
i kept seeing this hot lady with short bangs and finally realized it was you.
smokin’ hot.
solar hot.
fuck me you are hot.
wildfire hot.
oh… please get them to make a movie of that tyler durden stuff.
Oh holy crap this is the best thing I have ever seen.
I went through a huge Fight Club phase where I watched the movie twice every day and I kind of ruined it for myself, but it always holds a special place in my heart.
Your photoshoot is AWESOME too.
This post made my day :)
This photoshoot is crazy beautiful, thanks for pointing us to it! The only thing I’d wish it had additionally was a tribute image framed like the one from the film, with Robert Paulson’s heaving breasts in triumph over the Narrator.
” A guy who came to Fight Club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.”