I’m sorry, I need to keep entering these contests at Refinery 29. I am persistent if nothing else.
Archive for July, 2010
How do you like this draped tartan dress by McQ McQueen? If I could get away with it, I’d buy it immediately from my-wardrobe and never wear it.
Don’t argue with me about this cool collaboration between Anglomania and Lee Jeans. Look at that coppery coating on the light blue denim! It is exactly what I didn’t know I wanted but now I do. I want these jeans badly.
Imagine the insults I’d get from those commenters who think I’m too old, too anorexic, too hateful and too bitter! If I had $265 to blow on more jeans, this pair would be on its way right now. And I’d fucking rock them as well as just wear them.
Remember how rad you felt when you found out that Gnarlitude’s Old Man was learning to be a taxidermist? Well, how stoked are you to see this picture of him working on these dead coyotes! No wonder she’s so proud. This is both totally rad and totally sick.
In other rad Gnarlitude news, she was completely stoked when her Old Man got her this green monkey fur coat from her very good pals at Ksubi.
How sick is this?!?
If only coyotes were green….that would be so fucking rad!
Max loved Laetitia Casta and considered her his ideal of female beauty (after Brigitte Bardo.) Seeing these pictures yesterday, I had to agree.
I’m posting these photos for you, Max. You always had such great taste! You know how much I valued your opinions on music, writing, movies, art, philosophy, people, politics, everything. Remember when you were a boy and fell in love with Marilyn Monroe? When you explained that it was her vulnerability that attracted you most, I was so proud of you. I still am. You are one of a kind. You are my angel.
I just want to keep sharing things with you! So here’s Laetitia. xoxo
Listen, I don’t know who “Cyril Style” is either, but he’s a complete cunt. In describing a series of photos by Julia Chesky called “The Original Hipster,” featuring a homeless guy in New York, Cyril notes:
Personally I have always found the homeless to be a great source of inspiration and totally agreed with Julia’s title “The Original Hipster”.
A great source of inspiration?!? Who the fuck does he think he is? Erin Wasson?
***UPDATE: Cyril is a double cunt for modifying his statement with the words “specific details about” after I posted this. I copied and pasted his statement last night. I would never edit a quote just to serve my purposes. Cunt ².
OMG! This is major news! It’s official: Sea has confirmed FOR THE FIRST TIME that Ronny is her boyfriend!
Where is the goddamn champagne?!
I don’t know why it’s taken so long, but I think we can all agree that we saw this coming. Maybe they fell in love at the cat cafe, or maybe it was already a done deal. I hope that being in love doesn’t interfere with the curating.
Sea has been trying to source a pair of hideous Margiela shoes and I am crossing my fingers that she’ll acquire them from Louisa Via Roma or whatever that place is called.
Meanwhile, Mom has been cooking up a storm, correctly deducing that Sea is now out of control and that she must forge a new Jane-less identity for herself. Without Mom, though, Sea’s style has degenerated to tacky ill-fittting thriftshop dresses and sloppy unflattering hairdo’s.
Sea won’t publish your worthless opinions, but you can leave them here instead. I will go first:
Dear Sea, I am thrilled that you and Ronny are a couple, but whoa, he is packing such a gigantic package, are you sure you’re up to this?? Mom must’ve had a stroke when she saw this photo. I am impressed by your courage in following your heart even if it means dating your ex-boyfriend’s pal and risking a female injury. Don’t forget to shop, okay? Love, SW
Today, I came across the term “achingly cool” three times. The first time, it was applied to these striped shoes. I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before, but like “effortlessly chic” I think it’s a description that label’s the user an idiot.
Why “achingly?” It never hurts me when something is cool. Is it supposed to connote yearning? Do you yearn so much to own these shoes that it causes an ache?
What about “traumatizingly cool?” Or “gut-wrenchingly cool?” I don’t like these fucking adverbs! Make them go away! I was looking for a photo of the grotesquely stylish Daphne Guinness wearing her spiked Gareth Pugh outfit when I found it at Grazia. Sure enough, she was described as achingly cool.
This photo makes me want to kill someone. It is everything I hate about hipster fashion and the cult of celebrity. This woman could wrap herself in toilet paper and everyone would fall over screaming in envy. Ten years ago she was just a normal billionaire’s wife. She is the Lady Gaga of socialites.
There must be someone else in the public eye who is more insanely rad than Daphne! Whose style do you admire, and what term would best describe it?
Have you noticed lately that there’s no escape from boobs? Every other fashion editorial sneaks in a model’s boob, if not complete nudity. Is this the Terry Richardsonization of fashion photography, or just the continuing of The End Of Innocence brought about by the internet?
I like to see beautiful nudes, but sometimes I’m just not in the mood. Sometimes, I just want to see the clothes, or the make-up, or the photography in a fashion layout. I want to have a choice about seeing boobs.
I was saddened by a photo at Susie’s blog, showing an older gray-haired model who still had to show her boob. I guess this was a win for feminism or agism. For me, it was a reminder that boobs have become de rigueur in fashion. Everyone must be willing to expose their boobs.
I’ve probably posted photos with boobs in them but from now on, this will be a boob-free zone, unless the subject is specifically boobs.
Tonight, my sisters and I had dinner at a neighborhood Indian restaurant when suddenly, a gorgeous couple walked toward the door. My eyes bugged and out and I squealed excitedly, “Oh look, it’s Sookie and Bill!”
Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer must be accustomed to stares and squeals. They never turned their heads. But that was okay, because I got to see how fucking stunning they are in real life. She wore shorts and high heels, and he wore a suit and an open collared shirt. They were holding hands and looked madly in love. I hope they’re both bisexual and not just Anna. I hope they’re home thinking about the gaping woman at the Indian restaurant and wondering how to get in touch with me for hot sex!
I must say that my thrill was somewhat dampened by having to explain to my sisters that Sookie and Bill are the stars of True Blood. Clearly, they won’t be invited to the hot sex.