Recently re-watched “The Way We Were.” I think Robert Redford in this movie is my new style inspiration… well, mainly just this outfit and all of the khaki military garb:
Also, here is how I will be dressing for class come September (as all three, of course):
[Pollack, Streisand and Redford on the set in 1973]
Here are some of the ridiculous promo shots done by the lovely Amy Gee for my Trunk Sale at June Resale last weekend, followed up with two pictures from the actual sale. Daune Stinson (the owner of June) is in LA for the week, but my stuff will actually be available in the store for the remainder of August after she returns. If you missed the sale, you’ve still got a good chance of nabbing some good finds. Let’s all laugh on how much of a not model I am. GO!
What else? Christian had his opera recital and I couldn’t help but buying him this John Derian paperweight, even though I don’t think I’ve ever seen a paperweight used ever in my life except possibly for murdering someone in a daytime soap opera. Christian’s love for pugs knows no bounds:
Now watch this and try not to cry:
Okay, that’s it for now. I’m pulling together a list of jewelry I’m lusting for so that will be posted tonight before I head to LA for the weekend!
Here are some random photos from my creativity file. This is how I’m thinking of gearing up for August. This goes out to Nigel at Miyagi, who reminded me of this blog.
Here is the ever-brilliant Lady GaGa speaking at the national march for GLBT rights on Washington. Only in the QSCC can you go from watching Toy Story 2 to Lady GaGa’s speech to hockey highlights.
Also, I have a new obsession, Shingai Shoniwa of the noisettes. Gimme a British diva any day of the week and you know I will squeal with delight. Her hair is absolute perfection.
My favorite is when her hair is crazy and structured and so are her outfits (like in the above picture). I need V to do a shoot of her in only Jil Sander. I smell style icon. I have their new CD “Wild Young Hearts,” but I just can’t get past the title track. It’s been on repeat on my iTunes for a couple of weeks now.
Also, Kara and I went as zombie Chuck and Blair for the Zombie Pub Crawl. Pictures to come.
Tyler Busey put me up to blogging again. I won’t waste time with explanations; here are some things:
These are from Shop Garbage Dress, and I fricken love them. They need to get on my shoulders right now.
I also finally bought this Surface to Air three-finger ring that I have been wanting forever. It was my birthday present to myself. Oh thank God.
Also, I finally got AnOther today at the bookstore and they did this incredible spread with pop culture icons and beautiful designs from the last decade. Here are the highlights:
Kate in Galliano
Santigold in Vivienne
MK&A in Calvin Klein. These kill me.
Miley’s new video. I still hate her, but I’m a fan of her legs and this song. I feel like enjoying crappy pop music with lyrics like “I’m nodding my head like yeah. I’m moving my hips like yeah,” keeps me down to earth.
I torrented “My Beautiful Laundrette” today, a film by director Stephen Frears. It was charming, but the writing of the main character is nearly unbearable. I don’t think anyone could be so naive. It’s basically about this James Franco-lookalike Indian boy whose family had moved to England before he was born. He is employed with his uncle and gets mixed up in some bad stuff, including a romance with a Vanilla Ice-type, street-running character.
I think what I liked most about it was that the gayness was normalized (even if the romance involved a gang leader…).It was just a thing that happened, less than constant moral, internal warfare taking place. I like movies like that.
“In this damn country, which we hate and love, you can get anything you want. It’s all spread out for you.”
Also, everyone knows I’m obsessed with this movie. Michael enlightened me to this video while we were in Milan. If you haven’t seen it, watch it, please. It’s a redub of a Cribs-type show from the eighties starring Brenda Dickson, who used to play Jill on the best show ever, All My Children. Enjoy:
“Remember, when you eat, you’re just a vaccuum with nipples.”
Anyway, its the Fourth of July (if you forgot, which I’m sure you didn’t because everyone’s facebook status is something about lighting off fireworks or driving to Wisconsin to buy cheap vodka). Gahd Blesh Ahmerika.
New ring and tank from Len Druskin. The ring didn’t have a real tag, so I’ve no idea what brand it is. The tank is B. Son, which might be my new favorite RTW brand, because everything is so damn soft. I got a cardigan from Len Druskin outlet that is absolutely beyond.
I also finally got ahold of these Matthew Williamson for H&M studded pants yesterday.
Here’s another picture I nabbed from Nitrolicious:
Here is a continuation of my lust after semi-minimalist/semi-homeless chic Croatia designer Damir Doma. DD’s spring/summer 2010 proves again that men’s fashion doesn’t die when the weather rises above 65 (yes, that’s summer for us Minnesotans). Everything about this line is fantastic and gorgeous. I nabbed some of my favorite looks from WWD.
LUSTING after the sandals… and pretty much everything else.
So, Pride. Most of the usual things you would imagine. I didn’t have a camera, so here are a few photos of my outfits from pride (taken by Sarah Donovan and Becky Lang), both of which had a DIY element (though cutting off jeans a little too short isn’t exactly revolutionary).
This sums up Saturday: tabling/passing out condoms for the QSCC and having people yell things like “Did you sell your soul for those legs?” and “Damn, gUrl” at me.
This is the shredded tee/gold lamé that got me quite a few looks. I shredded the tee myself and most of the time I couldn’t tell if the looks I was getting were good or bad, but I had quite a few people come to ask me where I got it. Becky decided it was inspired by that “dress” Ariel makes out of the ship sail when she gets legs. Also, note the Coke Zero, which was being given away for free at the parade. I never turn down free caffeine/meth.
Though some crazies were out (myself included), I tried not to judge very much. After all, Pride festivals are about acceptance (though, I will not lie, speaking of Judge: seeing a certain ex from not-so-far away and realizing that it wasn’t just the camera adding ten pounds is quite satisfying). Oh, and PS: we got to meet Mpls Mayor RT Rybak and you didn’t.
Whoa, I still hate Cobra Starship so much. Sometimes I feel like Leighton Meester is what Hilary Duff should have grown into, had she not completed the math equation Atkins+Veneers=Horse. LM looks good, but the singing is just thoroughly unimpressive. I just really want her to sound like a weird crossover between Mandy Moore, VV (The Kills) and Karen O. Unfortuneately, it’s just Lindsay Lohan – firecrotch.
Read THIS Times article on straight-guy/gay-guy relationships. (Please note that the following picture of Paul Rudd is solely for enjoyment and pertains in almost no way to the presented story):
“Mr. Estrin said he found it easy to socialize with heterosexuals. ‘I find straight men so uncomplicated,’ he said. ‘They’re just easier.’”
Okay, so I’m home from Europe and such. I’m tired of talking about it so we can move right on to my current happenings.
I lifted the following video from Jahna Peloquin’s blog (“la petit connaisseur de la mode“), it’s a video of mpls models Coco & Breezy shooting for their new line of sunglasses “Gemela Amor.” If you listen, you can hear the best song ever (“Gold Watch,” Lupe Fiasco) playing in the background.
I haven’t seen the pictoral results of the shoot, but here is a pic of the glasses from their blog. I think this is a little intense for my taste, but I like where they’re going with it.
So, I haven’t written here for a stitch. Life’s been crazy. I will give some word-based updates later. For now, I have some photos I stole from JC (who I’m staying with in Berlin). Enjoy the mess that is my life. Let me first say this, it’s 8:00 am in Berlin and I will steal some words from Karen: “Oh, grow up, honey. I haven’t even been to bed yet.”
indie kids
this picture sums up the evening
Yes, I actually wore this out. I got called a slut in German.
Kirk.
I always really like shoe pictures.
These girls were called “Aussie Hicks.” Quite good.
