incidentally

ARCH-CAMP!

ps. phoebe cates' costumes in this are AMAZING.

there will be jus

this is one of the best looking crowds of eaters i've ever seen assembled:

hey, h.w. plainview 20 years after the fact. i like your petit tie. call me. don't bring kevin federline to your left or ally hilfiger to your right.

princesses of the universe

this has escalated pretty quickly (shinily) and it has become PRETTY APPARENT that there can be only one. who will be left standing? rih or bey?

cheap and cheaper

this is the week of crazy purchases i think. so i went ahead and pulled the trigger on that old navy parka i was talking about earlier because it was on sale and gap was taking an extra 30% off so i got it for like $35?

i'm not sold on it yet. it looks a little more 106 and park then jil, no? i've gotten one yes vote, one no vote, and one "interesting..." vote. UNDECIDED. thoughts?

and then, acting on a hot tip, i ran over to saks and got a fuckin jil sander suit for $500, down from $1700. INSANITY. also got a real work suit in navy for an insane deal as well. i'm fuckin PSYCHHHHEEEDDDDDD.

NB: i have just knocked on wood to try and insure that this shopping-during-a-recession problem of mine is not indicative of a hubris that will lead to my certain demise. if it is, at least, then, i have a nice suit in which to interview.

lead my hose in

dudes, so yesterday, i don't know what possessed me (i think it was the fact that my usual fashion consultant/talk-me-down-off-a-cliff-er is unreachable at the moment) but i bought a pair of army green suede shorts (yeah, i said it, SHORTS) at the acne sample sale yesterday. i think part of it was that i picked them up and was like, 'suede shorts? yeah right!' but when i tried them on, they looked ridicks (good ridicks) and when i was talking to the cashier dude i was like, 'ummm...these are kinda amazing.' and he was like, 'ummm...they're totally amazing.' (he was also kinda good looking). then he was like, 'i saw those and was going to buy them tomorrow if no one else did.' (likely a lie to convince someone into a COMPLETELY irrational purchase -- mission accomplished!). also, they were about 80% off of the original price. it also helped, i think, that i was wearing the perfect storm of clothing to go with them: biz caj sweater/shirt combo on top, my new favorite uniqlo striped hiking socks on bottom. it looked SO GOOD. so i bought them:

detail on the shorts:

detail on my new favorite pair of socks:

RIDICKS! obvs, b/c they're suede they hold their shape really well which is awesome because they make these weird stand-out trapezoids away from my leg that i've been digging at least since what i would have to say is still my gold standard for avant shorts, raf's s/s 07 collection:

THIS STILL LOOKS SO GOOD. also, i like that i look like i'm the adopted member of a german boy's choir singing on a scenic hill somewhere.

anyways, i'm TOTALLY PSYCHED THAT IT'S WINTER TIME because this means by the time i can actually wear them, i'll be way over them. or maybe not? i think i'm going to try and push them for winter wear but i don't know if i could actually pull it off.would it be weird to wear them with running tights and still those same socks? i will have to try this out. oh, maybe long johns?

jaunt, set, match.

last night dorothy threw an amazing party for jauntsetter, her travel site i wrote about earlier. it was awesome. there were all of these giveaways and she hooked everyone up with a fancy upgrade dealy with tablet hotels (which is totally sweet because now i have an excuse to stay somewhere nice).

alas, and alack, i did not win the ultimate prize which was two free tickets from virgin america to anywhere they fly (!!!!!!!!) but, luckily, my friend kate won them and not some stranger i would have had to strangle (i was one digit off from winning, blerg.) ANYWAYS, i will have to settle for ogling the travel deals every week and praying to god that one day my job will let me take time off.

solange has taken the 4:30 crazy train, making stops in disturbia and disconcerting township

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i like that your mom made you a top out of a japanese milk carton and some carmen miranda sleeves and you paired it with a high-waisted pencil skirt.

that's all.

today's quiz

first to ID this still gets a prize.

sorry i've been so non-fash oriented lately. nothing has struck my fancy. although, the above does relate to my inquiry as to whether or not it's too early to try and bring back the middle-part. ironic alfalfa, anyone?

truer words were never spoken

Beth: I'm not being nasty. You're pretty. You're very pretty in fact. But cute, I don't think so.
Lisa: Well I wasn't aware there was a difference.
Beth: Well of course there is a difference. Pretty means pretty. Cute means pretty but short and/or
hyperactive-- like me!
Lisa: Uh huh. What is beautiful?
Beth: Beautiful means pretty and tall.
Lisa: Gorgeous?
Beth: Pretty with great hair.
Lisa: Striking?
Beth: Pretty with a big nose.
Lisa: OK, you're making this up.
Beth: That's ridiculous, why would I make it up?
Lisa: Sexy?
Beth: Pretty and easy.
Lisa: Exotic?
Beth: Ugly

i have my work review today. pray for me.

OMG, so good

Bee skit @ (Nov 15 2008)
by thebeyoncenetwork

hahaha, t.rex sent me a text at like 12:30 (i was asleep, SORRY) last night t9-screaming about it. AMAZING.

gleep

so after looking for marsha warfield clips (after last night's EPIC 'night court' reunion on 30 rock. CRAMAZING.), i found THIS:


HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. evie is rihanna; chris is ne-yo. except with the least amount of melanin any two people could possibly have.

also, on evie's best friend's imdb page i found this nugget:

Was the original choice for the role of "Evie" on "Out of This World" (1987), but the producers changed their minds at the last minute and gave that part to Maureen Flannigan. The role of "Lindsay" was created especially for Nigra, at the eleventh hour, as a compensation.

HAHAHAHAHA. 20 years of bitter much?

damn you, job

was in a meeting all day so i missed the joy that was comme de garcons 4 h & m this morning. finally got out and swung by, encouraged by this report. man, all the shit that was left SUCKED. i don't want some cheap-looking tiny-collared shirts. i want drop-crotched wooly shorts, assholes.

BLERGH.

and shit yeah it's cool

if i didn't already own and listen to this ALL THE FUCKIN TIME, i would totally get on board with this. stereogum and amazon are doing this deal where they are offering albums from the "classic indie rock canon" every week for SUPER CHEAP DOWNLOAD PRICES. bee thousand for $4! that's like $.05 a track (i'm guessing that bee thousand has like 80 tracks, but this MAY OR MAY NOT BE TRUE). this is AMAZING. and for all you 15 year olds out there, this is a good way to fill out your knowledge and stop being such a fuckin poseur already.

and now i leave you with this to start this beautiful wednesday:


when i was doing a semester in london, gbv was basically the only thing i wanted to listen to because it seemed so american. i somehow define patriotism as listening to rambling pop songs by a 40 something elementary school teacher, while shopping at the dover street market.

there's a (gay) stranger in my house

i just read this disturbing nugget in the nytimes last night:

[Deborah] Cox, a Canadian singer who helps write her own material, started out singing backup for Celine Dion and went on to a fairly successful career on the major label Arista Records[.]

WHAT?! she's canadian?! consider my mind BLOWN. also, it reminded me of how i used to tell people that if i ever became rich enough to have a manse on a hill, the security system (upon someone attempting to break in) would blast THIS at ear-splitting decibels:

it would cause the thief to either flee in terror or take off his shirt and snort some crystal. basically win win for me.

*goddamn sony disabled embedding for all of the vids so had to resort to the above. (link to youtube included above).

cousin larry the cable grimace

whoa.

how did i miss zac posen dressed up as half-grimace, half-larry the cable guy, half-cousin larry?? also: balki/the hamburglar has seen better days.

goddamn you, alt-fashion bloggers/retailers.

oh great. first that bitch mark ronson is dating started wearing them. now this?! this happens EVERY TIME. i'll find something totally CRAMAZING at the thrift store like these that i found two summers ago:

and then some alt-fashion type shit gets all up on that jock. AND the worst offenders are the opening ceremony ones bottom right (although the diff colors are kinda rad):

ok, i know i wasn't the FIRST non-southern gent/toddler to start wearing saddle shoes, DUH, but i wore the shit out of these every day for the last two summers (with a brief reprise for tasseled loafers, which i also can't wear anymore. to be honest, i stole from lanvin, but i digress). i went into opening ceremony and odin and everyone was flipping out over them. AND: the ones i found have an ultra-low profile just like all this new shit. BLERGH. if someone steals my idea for six inch tall jazz shoe platforms (a la french vogue), i will totally VOMS.

rahm mmmmmmmanuel

rahm emanuel, obama's new chief of staff:

DAMN. he can be a member in my cabinet any day -- my anal cabinet.

also, i like that he has an, apparently, gay brother:

good luck on that godspell revival, zeke. god, i love a graying jew.

gay uncle likes to buy presents.

look how fuckin' ADORABLE these charley harper t's from old navy are:

LOVES IT.

i'm right on top of that, rei

so the last time i watched don't tell mom the babysitter's dead, i noticed something PRETTY special about rose's resume:

prior to ripping off herve leger for her sexy teenage nurse designz, sue ellen was cutting fabrics for rei kawakubo.

CRAMAZINGLY WELL-DONE, MY FAVORITE MOVIE OF ALL TIME.

i voted but i didn't get a sticker. it's like i didn't vote at all.

ps. one other pic of my costume (from the side):

the ween reveal

ok, so here it is, without further adieu:

and after a couple hours and some interactive magic marker:

so there it is. i was a gloryhole. to be completely honest, it wasn't MY idea. my friend jenny who is a total genius came up with it a couple years ago (when i was the AIDS quilt) and fashioned it with a pizza box and a magic marker. i upped the wow factor by adding a toilet paper dispenser and mounting it on a rig (dollar store backpack). anyways, i was PRETTY happy with the results. people on the street seem impressed.

this lady was pretty impressed by it:

i saw some other lovely ladies, too (including mercedez and the enthusiast) but for some reason i didn't take that many pictures? also, i lost my wallet. blerg.