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Irony is...
When your new turtleneck arrives in the mail, but as you go to pick it up from the lobby of your apartment, the sun comes out and shines gloriously over the entire Bay Area.
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Cyndi Was Right
(Alexander McQueen Spring 2009)
Girls get to have all the fun.
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Friday, January 09, 2009
Modern Times
There is something fundamentally wrong with youth today.Thursday, January 08, 2009
WANT WANT WANT: Leather High-tops
Oh sweet Jesus, please let me win this auction. I have been wanting these bad boys for almost a year now and I finally have a pair within my grasp.
In recent years, Diet Butcher Slim Skin has become pretty well known for their high-tops. Yeah, sure, everyone raves about the Lanvin ones, the Rick Owens ones, the Balenciaga ones, and (but of course) the Raf Simons ones. But for me, these are what sneakers really ought to be. The past few seasons have seen DBSS making high-gloss patent sneakers, metallic foiled sneakers, and some super-sleek horse-leather ones.
But for me, the distressed deerskins from two years ago will always be the holy grail of sneakerdom. Everything about these are just right: the extra-long laces, the careful distressing, the padded ankle, the oversized zipper-pull. Perfect. Now I just have to cross my fingers and hope that nobody snatches these from me at the last second.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
WANT WANT WANT: To Smell Like Laundry
Commes des Garçons consistently produces some of the most interesting range of fragrances, at least from a conceptual point-of-view. I'm not saying I don't have faith in the wonderful people who run Penhaligon's, but I trust them for tradition, not for innovation. The idea of capturing not simply a smell, but a verb, a location, a context within a fragrance is weird, but fitting. Our own experiences tell us that no other smell makes me remember better than smell. And given how kindly the Korean couple down the street handled by (potentially) bedbug ridden clothing, I can't help but have some good associations.
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Saturday, January 03, 2009
Frankensuit
I never thought it'd happen, but I'm actually living in my room again; that is, my things are in my room, in the places they ought to be rather than crammed into plastic trash bags. For those of you in the know, this is an absolute wonder, since my bedbug infestation has left me paralyzed with fear for both my both and my closet. But it's a lot like terrorism — if I live in fear of the bedbugs, then the bedbugs have won. Or something. Reclaiming my wardrobe has made me dive back into pieces that I have touched in months, most noticeably any of my more structured and formal jackets and pants. And it got me wondering why, exactly, don't I wear slacks and jackets more often. I suppose the main problem lies in the practicality of it: how worthwhile is it to stuff myself into a pair of slacks and a suit jacket and a shirt if I'm just going to sit on my ass all day in class? But that's a cop out; you can be dressed and be comfortable. Hell, I'm usually just as, if not more, comfortable when I'm wearing more structured and formal clothing than otherwise. The lines of a jacket make a man stand taller, straighter.
And now a series of 300 pixel wide images of men that I like/want to have sex with/would enjoy a sandwich with/could learn a lot from/never be able to match/wish were real.
I swear to god that I did not intentionally pick all black and white photos, they were just the first nice ones that turned up on my Google Image Search. Seriously.Friday, January 02, 2009
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