i think more about my skin than any other single thing in my life. i fantasize more about clear skin than i do about sex, and the promise of one day having perfect skin forms the basis of all other fantasies about my success in the future. i've never said this to myself in so many words, but i realize now that it's true.
am i thirteen again?

magic molly's take on good skin

i thought about keeping a skin log, a daily account rendered in loving detail of every wash, every pimple, every improvement, and the mere thought of doing it got me more creatively motivated than i have been about anything in a long time. if harnessed right, can vanity be generative? let's see if the log thing pans out.