Ilana Kohn F/W 2010

I am in love. I know Ilana just posted these pictures on her blog, so this post may be superfluous for some, but I just had to do the same here. I'm already doing the math in my head: if I work an overnight at the Zoo that wknd, I'll have this much money, and, hermmm, maybe I'll be able to afford that piece...

The dresses and top (+ another shirt) are now available in Ilana's shop. And isn't her model gorgeous? I love her whole look; nicely styled, Ilana!

And have you guys seen the collab b/t Julia and Ilana, rennes + ilana? I love that two very talented people can come together and collectively produce such beautiful things.

I need this tee in my life

That's right, it says "step off."

from Wren's current collection

have you ever had sex w/a pharaoh?

Sorry, that had nothing to do w/this post, but I heard the new collaboration between Kanye West and Bon Iver, etc. today (whaaaa?) on the radio and that line got stuck in my head. Actually, it made my afternoon drive away from my shitty job. First thing's first, I eat your brains...

What else made my afternoon? A sweet-ass package from my boo Ellen van Dusen. I decided to informally celebrate the paying down of my credit card ($5 grand, boiii!) with a few choice purchases, which I'll be posting here over the next couple of weeks. One thing I have been dying in anticipation over in the last few months has been the Fall 2010 Dusen Dusen collection, so when Ellen stocked her webstore with items from the new season last week, I was all over the Sunset Top. The print is CRAYZAY beautiful up close, and it's silk, people! Siiiilk. My fabric of choice, besides chambray, of course.

Also scored a copy of Ellen's Spring 2011 lookbook (more about those on her blog), and FUCK--that is all I can say. I have plans for coordinating outfits with a certain featured print. Is this sticker a bit of a teaser, Ellen, or do you just love sharks? I'm guessing both. I was too excited when ripping open the package that I totally ruined it. Ugh, me.

And happy belated birthday, Ellen!

macbook video #5: things I learned from the future of America

Since the kids are going back to school, I thought I'd make my video this week about the life lessons I learned from the 9th graders I worked with last year in Philly. As you'll quickly discern, these kids were ones to share. Share a lot of crap. But with all sincerity, they were my best friends from February-June of last year, and I miss them, lots. They accepted me pretty quickly, and they helped me add a sassier dimension to my multiple personalities. Knowwhadimsayun, Gemini's?

Oh: and all these "lessons" are things the kids told me (they are not things I necessarily condone/agree with), including the stuff in quotes and love for certain rappers / R&B singers. This one's a little disjointed but I DON'T CARE; I'm tired.

Jam: Cali Swag District, "Teach Me How to Dougie"

The "feminist hippie" thing: I tried explaining to one of my students what a hipster was, and that I consider myself a pseudo-feminist, and that's what I end up being referred to as.

In more exciting news (for me), I'm going back to school! Super part-time, that is. The parentals gave me the go-ahead and are loaning me money to go back for master's degree #2. Hopefully this one will be a lot more useful than the first. Actually, I know it will be.

paper magic

I am such a fangirl of your work, Esther.

images via Essimar

And I'm 99.9% sure I will be buying this coloring book in the near future...

When I saw this photo Diane took and posted on her blog the other day, I knew I needed to re-blog it. amirite, mah boos?

I have nothing of importance to say (not that I often do), just wanted to say happy weekend to everyone and that I'll see you on the flipside, as I plan on sleeping for the rest of the weekend. It's so nice to have a few days off consecutively...been awhile.

Dick is on the Style Network right now, which I was just thinking about the other day, how much I loved that movie.

Why were you shredding all that paper?

Paper mâché, it's a hobby of mine.

If only the truth was that entertaining. But I suppose it's the irony that makes it worthwhile.

SAY IT AIN'T SO!

The Alt Report is dead??? Tell me this is a joke. Totally ruined my Friday/wknd, for realllz, Carles/Alt Report Robot.

Lies, all lies. Thankfully.

you lucky bastards in San Francisco

Is it sad that the farthest west I have ever gone in the US is Austin, TX? This is what happens when you are one of four children and have a CPA for a mother and a civil engineer for a father, both of whom are among the most frugal people...ever.

Anyway, Sanjay Patel will be presenting his new book, Ramayana: Divine Loophole, at the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco on Saturday, and I am very envious of anyone able to go. I wrote my final paper in my senior seminar (a class on South/Southeast Asian divinities in art) on the globalization of Hindu dieties using Patel's Little Book of Hindu Dieties as my primary source/framework (my teacher said she was a little skeptical at first, but that she enjoyed the final outcome...is it a coincidence that she was my favorite art history professor at NYU? psych, she was cool for other reasons...). I later ordered some of Sanjay's prints off his website and he sent me a personal note. Needless to say, I love Sanjay, and wish I could support him more. Hence why I plan on ordering his new book. And Rama is such a hunk, anyway, I would be stupid not to.

Oh, P.S. Did I mention Sanjay's an animator for Pixar?

shut. up.

Need Supply, when did you become so cool? Carrying 2-tone Kankens? Get outta here.

Can you tell by the title of this post that I've become immersed in another season of Rachel Zoe? Despite my best intentions, I loooove that show.

this is SO SAD!

Sunja Link is closing up shop after 7 years of making her collection! That really makes me sad, as I have only within the past year discovered her line and fallen in love with its simplicity. If there is any good news to come out of this, it is that everything left in Sunja's webshop is now $30 or less (though there isn't much stock left). And you can still find clothes from Sunja's past collections on Mudshark.

Hopefully Sunja will be back in the near future with a new project! I'm sure it's safe to assume that we all collectively wish the best for her.

to all my Philadelphians (and Camdenonians)

I FORGOT to mention a really cool event that I wish I could be attending today at Sugarcube in Old City (such are the facts of life when you no longer go into the city during the work week...wah wahhhh). Sugarcube's having a fall preview sale (with 10% off fall arrivals!) from noon till 10 p.m., with special treats and services from MOKO, Bassetts Ice Cream, Tartes, and Old City Cheese Shop starting at 7 p.m. And with a purchase of $50 or more you get a sweet gift bag!

Go! Spend!

my boo, Laura Su...

...was featured on Daily Candy again today! Aaaaaaand that means that you can get 30% off any of her Prismera Design ware with the code 3DCANDY30! That's a good deal, my friends. I mean, have you seen Laura's jewelry (and other goods)? And Laura did a very sweet thing for my sister, which I will be blogging about later in October : )

While we're on the subject, here are a few of my favorites from Prismera Design:

a b c d

I'm also loving many of the pieces in the new Tinker Supply Co. ...

Mad Men / True Blood recap -- 8/23

Okay, hold up: before I say anything else, Sally Draper masturbating? Isn't she like 10? I don't think I even really knew what female masturbation completely entailed until I was in junior high, if not later (all the mechanics involved, etc.). So explain to me, please, how a sheltered elementary school student in the 1960s knew how to jive herself up. And to that dude? He's like the poor man's Oskar Werner.

If you missed it (not showing up on Reader, for whatever reason):

      

That actress is going to have some serious issues when she's older, with all the crap they make her do/say.

And I KNEW IT! Not that Sookie was a fairy, but that tonight was the night her and Eric would make out. Okay, I didn't really think that would happen, I've just been hoping it would for awhile now. Do I like Sookie? No. But if making out with her is what makes Eric happy, then I hope that happens.

That's really all I wanted to mention, prepubescent masturbation and vampire-fairy hookups.

another week, another video

This one's about old stuff of mine I found in my parents' closets. As a matter of fact, that's the title.

Jam: France Gall, "Boom Boom"

in which you get spit in the face

via Sophie's Flickr

Nevermind the fact that I had to get up at 3 a.m. yesterday and finally got home from work around 12:30 a.m., in addition to having been yelled at by a manager at Borders for trying to nap in one of their cafe chairs.

I was walking from City Hall to the Zoo in Philly, having determined that going north on N. Broad and a left on Girard would eventually get me there. It was a longass hike, but these are the things you sacrifice when navigating a city that lacks a decent subway system and you avidly avoid taking the bus. So I'm walking along, just minding my business, not even in the shadyass part of town yet, which I was soon to realize. As I'm passing a fellow pedestrian walking the opposite way as me, I hear it. And then I feel it. His opposite cheek parallel with mine, soon his mouth, and he hocks it. I feel saliva on the right side of my face. Like, all over my face. WHAT. THE FUCK. IS WRONG WITH YOU, PSYCHOPATH? Last time I checked, spitting in someone's face is considered assault, battery in some states. I learned that one from watching the first season of the Flavor of Love, even though New York was a psychobitch and (probably) deserved it. Note: I do not condone violence.

Philadelphia is so damn racist I can't stand it sometimes. Why does everyone (suburbians included) have to be so freakin' ignorant?

off with her head!

via Baie's Flickr

I'm growing tired of my long hair and need a change; I'm not waif enough to pull it off, anyway. I'm also sick of wearing my glasses(es) all the time, though it's been seven years since I've worn my contacts regularly.

I think I'm solid on deciding to chop it all off and go short again, like Mette, Hanna and Jagoda. But it's been a long 2+ years growing it out (it used to look like this, my man hair did, it did). I'm just afraid I'm going to regret it immediately, especially since I already look like a teenager and don't do shit to take care of it in the morning. Seriously, I dry it twice in a towel, comb it, and am out the door. Do I really have to be a grownup and straighten it?

Making an appointment to do the do! And it's time to break out the Opti-Free again.

Thoughts?

And so the torture of the unattainable begins.

Rachel Comey Wool Platform Pumps at Le Train Bleu. In camel. With cream and pink flowers. It just isn't fair.

But I guess it's okay, as they recommend you size up a whole size, and they don't have any 10's (for me...wah wahhh). What I'm really holding out for are those lace-up brown booties... Sigh x2.

Lover F/W '10

And here I thought I would have nothing clothes-related to post about.

Fall is my favorite season...how I long to wear stockings (and red dresses w/white tights) again. Though I do envy you guys in the Southern Hemisphere with those bathing suits...

I made another video. Ugh, I know...

For awhile now I've wanted to do a post on my obsession with commas and clauses, as it has obviously transcended just an academic zeal. Making and posting this video may make me seem like a self-absorbed asshole--since who the hell cares why I named this blog what I named it--but sometimes I get a little self-conscious about my prose (and its inundation with commas...and clauses), and I see this as a roundabout explanation/justification of that. Plus, I've been having a fun time playing around with iMovie. I think I'm going to make more of these things in this format, so WATCH OUT. Unless you're like me and totally skip over videos in your Google Reader. Need. To be. More. Considerate. Me, that is. Not you.

AC cameo courtesy of the skillz of Kate Funk

And as a note, my obsession is not with the Oxford comma (and I know I didn't capitalize that in the video...shame on me), but instead with the emphasis on pauses commas allow for. Just needed to put that out there.

Jam: Vampire Weekend (ugh, I know), "Oxford Comma"

so I figured I needed to do a clothes post before everyone gets bored w/my random posting and stops reading my blog.

This is that post.

I'm really looking forward to the new la casita de wendy collection. I wonder if any of the following dresses will be the ones from the line available at Anthropologie, since the store is supposed to be selling the brand this coming year.

                                  

My favorite probably has to be that black number. It would make a très cute party dress. New Years Eve 2010!

And I have a feeling this post is going to look really wonky on computers other than my own. What is up with Blogger right now? It's spaztastic.

"Talbot, Talbot, look..."

Sheeeeeeeeeeeet. Russell Edgington has lost his damn mind.

Who watched the latest episode of True Blood? That was some scary shit, man. Enough to make me never fantasize about having a vampire lover like all those Twihards do.

Does anybody have a clue as to what Crystal and her "kin" are? My imagination just doesn't go that far. At first I was thinking some kind of animal, b/c she was sniffing the air when her and Jason first hooked up, and then that comment in this episode about her man being able to escape handcuffs. They can't be shapeshifters; Sam (and that asshole Tommy) already has that on lock. But all I keep thinking about is the dude turning into a snake or something to get out of the rope... What the hell are those hillbillies?

And WHAAAAAT?! Franklin was never dead? That's what happens when you smash a vampire's brains in w/a mace BUT forget to stake his heart.

And WHAT is Sookie? They cannot keep holding out on us. I must know.

Look who I found!

Remember my Ginger model? Well, look at his stache now! So much Ginge I can barely stand it.

from the Paul Smith S/S 2011 show via Dazed

And remember how I mentioned my male model guilty pleasure websites, namely models.com? For male model porn? Well, I finally found an embeddable copy of this sexy-ass video from the site made during the Milan S/S 2011 season. I tell you, I know more about male "high" fashion than I do of that for women because of the models...

I recommend watching it on the site b/c you can enlarge it to full-screen--that means a full-screen shot of George, guys. Though I also must mention it gets super bromance-y/near-laughable at the end...

It's like a giant orgy of hot, lanky boys. Can you imagine what that would be like? Light bulb. Just figured out my dream for tonight.

Florence

I finally got to watch Greenberg the other day. Loved it, absolutely loved it. Though I have to admit I was a little hesitant in watching it--despite the trailer--as it was directed by Noah Baumbach.  I mean, the Squid and the Whale? I absolutely fucking hated that movie. Like, the most pretentious piece of garbage I have ever seen.

I am hardly one to write a non-suckable film critique, but there are soooooo many crappy, pretentious, indie movies lately I cannot stand that have majorly failed in portraying "reality." A "low," everyman reality, if you will. Here are some that I have hated: Away We Go, Rachel Getting Married, the Squid and the Whale (so bad it gets another mention). I'd rather watch a documentary than your interpretation of "life," muchos gracias. But I felt Greenberg was down-to-earth enough to be relatable, especially with Greta Gerwig's character, Florence. Love her, absolutely love her (the character and the actress). Maybe it's because she reminded me of a friend, maybe it's because her vulnerability made me feel not-so-bad about my present outlook on life. And Ben Stiller was pretty decent in it, as well. His delivery made his character tolerable. Seriously, watch the movie.

And Greta wore a Lover dress on her first late night talk show appearance. You cannot fault this girl.

I made a video about my GeoSafari.

Won't you please enjoy.

You may have noticed the map of the US is backwards. MacBook Photo Booth, bros. But you probably figured that out.

Jam: Whispertown 2000, "103"

some screencaps

I take a lot of screencaps from my interwebs browsing and then forget to do anything with them, leaving them cluttered on my desktop. Here are a few from the past week/month I've deemed bloggable (anything goes these days on this thing):

The model from Need Supply with the killer tattoos has a name/face! And a shoutout on the NS blog.

If you completely disregard my Yahoo email name (what do you call that, the first part of your email address?), you'll note that Amazon has about as sharp a read on me as my Netflix does. Or maybe I should be offended that I'm already being profiled as an old, lonely bitch of a cat lady. And I don't even have cats.

Statcounter's a good thing, you know. It's nice to know you're not just posting this crap for yourself, and I'm sure it'll let me know when it's time to quit this blog and bow out gracefully (though I'm always paranoid I'm going to post something I think is funny that is totally offensive and will alienate people). Anyway, the Fangbanger in me fucking died when I saw someone from Shreveport, Louisiana visited my blog. I wonder if he/she knows Eric Northman / is a regular at Fangtasia...

Good. Now I can delete these things.

And now I'm:

Making crayons in the microwave is a bad fucking idea.

I first tried to make crayons by melting other crayons in the microwave after reading a how-to in American Girl Magazine. Many years ago. I ended up using a non-microwaveable container that melted and adhered as it dried to the glass microwave disc.

I held onto that dream until the present, hoping I could make some cool crayons for my many (many) Coloring Book Club partners, this time using a microwaveable container (above). I spent hours peeling the paper off of 100 crayons, and I even bought a cool plate of candy molds with cat-related imagery. But it turns out vaporized crayon isn't good for microwaves, as it solidifies and fries the appliance's wires. And now I must replace this stainless steel contraption, which will cost me 175-fucking-dollars. Just when you think you've hit the bottom, life says "F U, dude" and delivers you a sucker punch. I guess this is what I get for fucking with the minds of little children and hating fireworks.

This is a dual-purpose PSA: Never melt crayons in the microwave. And fuck American Girl Magazine.

Went outside to track the dandelions and hang out with my photography assistant.

(Butters is yawning in that first picture...I thought that might be mentioned, as he looks not-so-cute otherwise)

Happy Friday, everyone!