Mustard is the New Black.

2010-08-09T16:27:00.000-07:00

girls with cute shoes:

lamija sulijevic.

2010-03-18T09:19:00.000-07:00

70's orange and crocheted for spring.

grey bubblegum.

2010-03-15T10:30:00.000-07:00

approaching spring.

couch in an indoor garden.
champagne and chocolate.
daisies.
exchanging anniversary gifts.

defy gravity.

2010-03-15T08:14:00.000-07:00

astrogirl galaxy chunks.
gimmegimmegimme

cool as

2010-03-08T15:23:00.001-08:00

2010-02-25T08:44:00.000-08:00

shoe gazing.

2010-02-25T08:38:00.000-08:00

feeding my rodarte/shoe obsession.

puff balls.

2010-02-25T08:31:00.000-08:00

give me that sweater vest.

locks.

2010-02-25T08:23:00.000-08:00

gingered blue.

muse.

2010-02-25T08:21:00.001-08:00

miranda july in rodarte.

emerald isle.

2010-01-07T21:02:00.000-08:00

people keep falling asleep on me
placate
soft shell
hazardous
seek to find!
tame the trend
get in position

running in place

subliminal messaging.

2009-11-15T16:36:00.000-08:00

A margarita later and Nina Ricci is getting seriously futuristic on me. Tokyo relapses all over again.

The Meeting Places and My Bloody Valentine force you to have this like false nineties memory of you like getting high or something in Japan. Which to me speaks loudly in high altitudes where my ears are popping in that blackkkk dresss mannnnn. The flowy one that gets you all confused at first glance but then your double take leads you to realize that oh shoot sherlock that junk is fierce.

But if I'm being completely real with myself the bigger part of me knows that I deserve Celine's collection because of all of those sillouhettes that will undoubtedly fit. Both top left's. All that simplistic color that speaks.

the next step:

2009-11-10T20:44:00.000-08:00

silhouettes, silhouettes, silhouettes.

visually appealing.

chunky.

splashes.

look of the day:

2009-10-28T09:23:00.001-07:00

observering excretion.

2009-10-27T10:39:00.000-07:00

While sitting in a coffee shop you'll notice that males have weaker colons. The coffee shop being the only place where there's a line in front of the men's room.

look of the day:

2009-10-25T16:30:00.000-07:00

the perfect blazer.

look of the day:

2009-10-24T12:28:00.000-07:00

92Y-Ashley O. and Isaac Miz.

2009-10-23T11:03:00.001-07:00

the future of women's fashion interview:

beautiful/pretty part I

2009-10-19T18:12:00.000-07:00

past-times.

2009-10-18T19:50:00.000-07:00

If only.

how to settle a fight.

2009-10-18T13:25:00.000-07:00

Bob found a letter in his pocket. A little letter that more or less said something like, "Meet me at my apartment. There is something for you.". So there he was at her house seemingly alone, in her room sitting at a table that was standing in the center of her room under a piece of lace fabric used as a rug.

He took a seat. A complimentary mix of bewilderment and intrigue.

Dree has set the table with four plates at each end of the table. One big plate with a 70's orange daisy painted on it. A tiny plate to the left of each big plate, miscellaneous in color and style. Placed atop the plate are fake pieces of plastic food.

A hot dog.

A cheeseburger.

A strawberry.

A piece of steak.

The center piece is a huge yellow tinted glass cake holder. The holder is filled with little pieces of papers with jotted down ideas and scenarios they've written to each other over the years.

Bob is sitting at the table, hesitant as to whether or not he should step on the lace fabric. He sees the fake food in front of him and picks up the plastic piece of steak and kind of does one of those shrug and laugh things that indicate confusion. He notices a note taped to the bottom that says, "For when you feel like lying". Still confused he grabs the plastic strawberry, turns it around and sees, "For when you're asleep". The cheeseburger, "For when your eyes are worried". The hot dog, "For when you start looking old".

At this point he was doing one of those laughing and smiling ear to ear things that indicate elation.

Dree appeared at her door when she heard him laughing. They both smiled to each other.

Dree standing at the doorway.

Bob sitting at the table.

She sat on his lap sideways, with her arm around his neck. He kissed her cheek, still smiling and said something that was drowned out by the record player all the while leaning over to unveil their paper cake.

"You first."

alexander mcqueen.

2009-10-08T21:28:00.000-07:00

nuts.

clocks.

2009-10-08T21:18:00.000-07:00

look of the day:

2009-10-08T21:06:00.000-07:00

Something about this got my wheels turning. The pink hair actually makes the Diane Keaton shoulders subtle. Plus those juicy shoes are pushing my "I need to hurry with my shoe collection already" buttons. I could do without the stripes though, or maybe have added a big ol' gaudy brooch.

Gimme them shades Dree.

p.s. please click on this one to make it bigger. this size gives it no justice and i'm sucking at computers lately.

they make the world go round.

2009-10-06T20:41:00.000-07:00

collided worlds.

2009-10-06T20:38:00.000-07:00

Chris Taylor giving Bradford a haircut in a parking lot in Atlanta.

pretty close to home.

2009-09-29T20:47:00.000-07:00

summer moving day.

2009-09-29T09:44:00.000-07:00

Saving to get an apartment with:

-- a window lit bathroom and pale pink tiles

-- no hair in the sink

-- sun leaks into my bedroom

-- hangout parties

-- booze

-- plant pets/community garden

-- club meetings

-- sweaty parties

-- leftovers

-- more cereal, less ice cream

-- surprise visits

-- a pup

-- laughs

-- a tidy appearance

-- a roommate(s) with some of these non-negotiable likes:

-tea

-cheese

-jews

-italians

-puns

-granola

-animal collective

-dinosaurs

-space and cosmos

-hummus and carrots

-polaroids

-vinyl

-dancing

-thrifting

-bunnies

-miranda july

-puppies

-white wine

-bill murray

-the office

-porch picnics

-awkward photo opts

-late night facial masque parties

-james brown

-naps

-projects

omgomgomg.

2009-09-27T16:29:00.000-07:00

Inez and flippin Vindooh killed it (again), son. Sickkkkkk editorial.

Some highlights being our chubby 80's-stuck tourists in flourescents, the invisible man in the sitting chair, the universal deerhoof pose, and the betty candy bar.

j/c.

2009-09-25T20:13:00.000-07:00

psuedo screenames:

bigclunkyshoes

tallskinnylegs

smallcrackers

lawlsnotbrawls

inhaleexhale

bigbighair

sundaytoast

moonpie

tiltedbooks

terriblog.

2009-09-24T20:09:00.000-07:00

fashionate.

dis be funny.

x4.

2009-09-24T20:04:00.000-07:00

it's okay to be:

a. lonely

b. sensitive

c. confused

d. happy

in dreams.

2009-09-24T10:44:00.000-07:00

butcher bangs.

2009-09-22T18:24:00.000-07:00

-----------> i think maybe they forgot that chubby is cute.

14 random jolts of memory:

2009-09-22T17:31:00.000-07:00

1 a little piece snuck in.

2 who's taking me out for supper?

3 attic lights.

4 oslo

noah

jolie

5 sunday surprises.

6 my name is not moe.

7 poopularity.

8 burp>fart

9 losing track of what happened tomorrow.

10 my halo is strange.

11 tippy toes in a crowded highway.

12 uncle moses' salt and pepper mustache.

13 i'll find the here, you find the now.

14 cozy eats.

this is a cure for the occasional writer's block.

to do:

2009-09-22T16:59:00.000-07:00

// all the things outside of me = "visually appealing"

// indoor garden//secret spot outdoor garden

// carry my 35 everywhere i bend a limb

// knick knack making of routinized

// morning jog = midnight slob

// guitar, guitar, guitar, etc.

// give the curls a whirl

// document

add to the wishlist.

2009-09-22T09:43:00.001-07:00

for when you sleep.

tall enough.

2009-09-21T18:38:00.000-07:00

beautiful people:

---------> please watch.

then listen to: all the flowers

wish list cont.

2009-09-21T16:41:00.000-07:00

// a steamer
// an easel
// more color in my wardrobe
// 8/16mm film
// a vintage sailor hat
// floral wall paper; lot's of it
// jade or eggplant fixtures
// logos on vinyl
// another copy of grey gardens
// those mouth watering tj truffles

// less hair and then on some days more hair

// a copy of sputnik sweetheart

good morning.

2009-09-21T08:35:00.000-07:00

gubler.

2009-09-21T08:18:00.001-07:00

hahahahahahaha

handsome city.

2009-09-17T09:00:00.000-07:00

The Colbert Report

Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c

The Flaming Lips - Convinced of the Hex

www.colbertnation.com

Colbert Report Full Episodes

Political Humor

Health Care Protests

p.s. enitre albums on colbertnation.com streamingggg.

dark chocolate and pistachio.

2009-09-17T07:17:00.000-07:00

Would someone please be so kind and shimmy me one of these?

sniffle reports.

2009-09-17T07:09:00.000-07:00

impromptu ATP jam session w/ superhuman bradford

oh and this.

herrooooo oct. 15th

6.5?

2009-09-15T14:38:00.000-07:00

"To launch this project, Beck aimed low, choosing a little-known cult record called The Velvet Underground & Nico. Seriously though, it's a ballsy move but a smart one-- icons, after all, wear fawning worship well, and I'm much more skeptical about his in-progress follow-up pick, Leonard Cohen's Songs of Leonard Cohen. The roster for VU & Nico features frequent co-conspirator Nigel Godrich, members of Beck's touring band and "Introducing Thorunn Magnusdottir as Nico." Oh, and Beck's bro-in-law Giovanni Ribisi, who the singer claims is 'a virtuoso of just shredding.'"
------->Okay so now Giovanni plays music. Where's Beck been hiding him? Maybe I'm the last to know, but I knew there was more to my admiration than just his imdb log and those sleepy eyes.

words in learning.

2009-09-13T20:23:00.000-07:00

this just in:

lusting after a boyish body isn't making my boobs any smaller.

a friend brought to my attention that coveting after things you don't have usually end in you not having them. in my case if i were to happen upon this item of lust-- i'd wake up with a boy body.

simply put, but oddly eye opening. a couple buttons too.

say hi to the ladies, they're suffering from owner neglect.

good night and good luck.

2009-09-13T19:55:00.001-07:00

distinctive voices in film that warm my ears:

fred savage
woody allen
zelda rubinstein
tracy morgan
morgan freeman (syke)
capote
christopher walken
allison janney

stay tuned.

video

2009-09-13T13:34:00.000-07:00

while you wait for the others

burning.

2009-09-10T18:56:00.000-07:00

Talking Heads rehearsal at The Kitchen, 1976

find.

2009-09-10T08:41:00.001-07:00

orifice.

2009-09-07T15:45:00.000-07:00

Some nebulas look like vaginas. Did 7 o'clock call you bored, too? He's blabbing.

daily dosage.

2009-09-07T15:14:00.000-07:00

"It's funny cause when I looked in that mirror I felt pretty, but when I looked in that mirror it made me a liar"

Mirror is to fable as these is to covetous thoughts

wasted words.

2009-09-07T13:53:00.000-07:00

I think maybe I'm back.

wish list:

2009-09-06T20:07:00.000-07:00

// better speakers, ear phones (not buds)
// macbook pronto
// certificate to trader joes

// raspberries

// smaller boobies

// a pen pal

// + 3 inches

// a bunny

// picnics for breakfast

// bump into miranda

dear diary V.

2009-08-27T14:00:00.000-07:00

june 20 1977

dear t,

I thought about your book idea and I'm trying not to intertwine my constant blushing in our story. I guess a kind thank you will have to suffice, but might I add that yes, yes I want to write a collaborative with you.

This is what I have so far:
"Clark called Sally, Sal.

Sally hated when anyone called her "Sal" except for Clark. Sally loved Clark.

Clark neither had anything bad to say about Sal, nor anything good to say about Sal. Sal was just this colleague of his who he frankly found quite homely and quite average.

Sally constantly thought of Clark in scenarios. Clark getting punched in the face. Clark being ignored. Clark hugging her for too long. Clark licking an ice cream cone on a bench. Clark playing basketball, and playing pretty poorly. Clark shaving. Clark planting. Clark listening to The Velvet Underground with his windows down. Clark playing the drums. Clark picking his nose. Clark stubbing his toe. Clark kissing the nape of her neck. Clark in her kitchen eating her Grandmother's apple pie."

Okay now your turn.

Hope to hear from you soon.

love,

june 22, 1977

dear m,

The weather's been pretty crap the past few days, but things always seem to brighten up when I open my mailbox and there's you. I won't make this letter soggy with all of my aimless remarks so I'll just jump right into adding to our story:

"The thought of Sal never encompassed his mind. The only time he ever thought of Sal was when he was too lazy at work to get up and pour himself some coffee. Sal's cubicle was practically in the kitchen so he'd think of ways to ask her to pour him a cup and bring it to him without seeming like a complete jerk. He never would ask.

Sally woke up at 6am every morning, brushed her teeth with special whitening toothpaste thinking possibly they'd glisten when she'd talk. She coordinated her outfits with colors he wore frequently, grey's, blue's, green's, and orange's. She parked three cars in front of his so that when he arrived he'd see her just a few steps ahead of him in his favorite shade of emarld green draped around her.

Clark woke up at 8am every morning. Sometimes he'd brush his teeth, sometimes he wouldn't. He often thought the point of taking time to getting ready was a bit of a loss considering he was unnoticed and unattractive. He wore the same outfits every week, just simply rotating them according to his mood. Like clockwork he'd arrive to work right behind that homely Sal and it always made him feel kind of sure of himself-- prompt and punctual even."

Hopefully poor Sal catches her break, but I suppose that's up to you.

love,

dear diary IV.

2009-08-27T10:34:00.000-07:00

march 11, 2008

dear diary,

it's not easy being green.

i set up two pictures in a corner in the warehouse that eerily resemble us in my mind today. maybe it'll counteract how, ya know, delusional i am when staring at you, being around you, etc. well a figurative you. not you-- you're paper.

why do people do that? why do we use our belongings in this specific way to figure out what's going on in our own heads? it seems kinda like this adverse way of being invasive with things that can't, like, get all offended or something. our tangible items that don't display any type of brain power. these things that can only sit where we place them until we're ready to pick them up again, to then place them down again for them to just sit and collect dust for us to continue the cycle. ughhh why am i discussing my inhabitable craving for your eyes to just maybe hit my glance instead of only swimming in my train of thought, with sheets of bound paper? i couldn't tell you (the figurative you), but i guess i could tell me (which i suppose is you too, diary) but only if it's written in here because it's only possible for me to, ya know, get a better understanding of myself if i discuss my ideals on paper.

so pathetic.

anyway you're over there completely entranced by everything else but moi and it's all, like, getting to me and stufffffffff.

gosh, i must only make sense to myself and sixteen year old girls.

love,

jack

catch 22ish

2009-08-25T22:01:00.000-07:00

Taking a step back in the right direction. If it were possible to melt the possibilities instead of weighing them I think my head would feel a lot lighter, but here's to filling in the blanks.

Rule #1: TURN YOUR BRAIN OFF

With all of those echoes you can't possibly get anything done.

---

2009-08-19T07:47:00.000-07:00

YES.

brooklyn.

2009-08-13T08:34:00.000-07:00

Brooklyn bound.
Ciao!

pause.

2009-08-12T08:18:00.000-07:00

mood - lackadaisically relieved. best thing about this weekend - animal collective in brooklyn/roadtrippin' with chums. what i’m reading - slaughter house-five what i’m watching - my so called life re-runs. make-up lust - the day i can wear no make-up at all lust listening to - lou reed. favourite recent purchase - vintage 60's mod dress i found in paris. what i’m looking forward to this week - a needed break in nyc, finding a coveted staple!, avey's sceams, open ceremony, hugs

meteor shower take II.

2009-08-12T07:47:00.000-07:00

Chloe Sevigny's Reds.Her alternative to a lookbook for her upcoming new line for Open Cermony, "opening" this fall. Not to mention completley brilliant, but showcases her line on exclusively ginger-heads. All of the jacquard fuzzy leopard's and grey's and mute pink's and navy's embellished over these crimson heads needs to be on my imaginary coffee table and every piece in my hearty closet.

I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!

Seriously, I want SOMETHING from this collection. I'd wear that fuzzy leopard cardigan till it disintegrated and then I'd make a motif of all the pieces and pass it down as an heirloom.

meteor shower.

2009-08-12T07:27:00.000-07:00

The meteor shower reminded me of Chloe Sevigny's 2008 collection for Open Ceremony. It was just completely ahead of it's time.

The embedding privileges have been taken away but you can watch the line and commentary from Chloe herself here.

john hughes.

2009-08-11T10:12:00.000-07:00

1950-2009

bigger > smaller

2009-08-10T12:07:00.000-07:00

FYI:

CLICK on the images to make them BIGGER.

love,
paige

expensive tastebuds.

2009-08-10T11:57:00.000-07:00

Could there be a more adorable drape around your neck?

She ain't bad either.

animal rights.

2009-08-10T08:22:00.000-07:00

Saimon Chow

a nostalgic favorite.

2009-08-05T11:26:00.001-07:00

dear diary III.

2009-08-03T16:37:00.001-07:00

january 12, 2006

dear diary,

thursday was a trip. transportation by shuttle to be lifted up for once! me! helping hands! lifted! and helped! helped to find my humility.

do you see the happiness in my penmanship? do you feel the moisture in the paper? i'm sweating my excitement diary! i'm absolutley vulnerable! the act of helping is a life of an admirable specimen, correct? but oh my suffice it to say that i'll take the title of coward, lowly, ungrateful, and selfish pair! i'll take it! with a slice of pie and a swift smash to the knuckles.

for once i was lifted diary! taken by this... this shuttle of sorts. this dreary, bleak, and emotionless mute of a shuttle. it just appeared in the night as i was on my way to grab a fallen cane, and simply swept me off of my fingertips. i was flying diary! i was flying.

i know the warmth of help. i feel needed and appreciated.

i am helping hands. i am proud.

love,

an unknown anonymous in pleads of humility

dear diary II.

2009-08-03T15:37:00.000-07:00

september 9, 1967

dear diary,

it was a bit hard waking up today. the sun seems to have put me on his hit list. it isn't fair to mention, but in strengths to not leave you hanging i'll give you just an inch. an inch for your mile. see, my name is harold and i'm a plant. not your ordinary weed or seed you'd place in your courtyard community garden. no, see, i am nothing but a measly houseplant. i am neglected. i am malnourished. i am what i am, and that is harold and a plant.

there comes a time in every plant's life when the sun puts he or she on his hit list. you see, the sun has a great envy toward us. as we sag and droop in this seemingly sad manner, he knows the truth.

now as a human being, you look at me through your eyeballs and see that it appears that i am in bad shape, death being right around the corner. this sort of thing depresses you. however, your being alarmed is quite okay! you see, with your neglect i prosper. i get to see all of those little things you mistakenly continue to look over (like searching underneath every cushion for the remote control, which causes you to haphazardly forget about me, for example). the sun sees this too, but he has to stay put for, well, obvious reasons. i can watch and see and smile with a drop of a leaf. this death that appears to be developing isn't the kind homo sapiens experience.

you see, when the AC blows heavily across me, as you sneeze on, run past, pick at, talk to, and trip over me, harold the plant, i am thriving! when your t.v. begins to snow and the thunder is causing the sky to perspire around the time i need sustenance. when your record player crackles and the dust flurries shrink my roots and make them cringe faulty words. when you have company over and i am left observing in the corner. when i am listening and you think you're all alone. in all of this, i am sinking.

see, you mistake my drooping for fatality. you poor souls. you lonely sun.

what did you want to see, what did you want to be when you grew up?

love,

harold the plant

2009-07-25T00:02:00.000-07:00

Everything is melting in Spain. Me and you both Dali, me and you both.

It´s hot in Barcelona so I´m not sleeping. Instead I woke up from being awake feeling like I just had a life altering converstaion with Iris Barrel Apfel which ended up making me feel like just maybe things are falling into place like a cheeseburger with extra ketchup?

I mean odd comparison, I´ll give you that, but aren´t you hungry now? And not for literal food either.

Take your time and you´ll be fine.

voyage.

2009-07-12T06:25:00.000-07:00

I'm on holiday in Europe.

in two's.

2009-07-02T09:05:00.000-07:00

Do I have to be challenged by others to magnify my creative crystal ball?

Okay bullets:

Kevin Shields

cause why?: Creator of song that seems like my favorite: City Girl
blossoming in my belly: I heard this song years ago and thought it was from some 90's nostalgic memory I couldn't place. Really I had just heard it in Lost in Translation and resulted in the same fake memory; to then again have this same EXACT memory on some car ride to somewhere far away while listening to the LiT soundtrack and having quite the "aha!" moment.
brain sparks: Reminds me of all those times I felt cool (at least seemingly) to older teenagers who I had no reason in putting on that pedestal we both lust after and loathe. Plus daycare and all the things that seem sad to other people, but were probably bigBIG reasons of why music that sounds like it was made in the 90's makes me feel like I'm an airplane.

Miranda July

cause why?: Person I'm most influenced by sub-consciously: link.
blossoming in my belly: It's like one of those things where you doubt yourself "creatively" (or something just as demeaning sounding) and then while channel surfing you stumble upon Demetri Martin and he's telling jokes on an easel, and it's like, "hey! I had that idea first". Then why didn't you do it? Oh cause you were too afraid of being "cliche" or "blasé". I had that lovely punch-in-the-stomach feeling 100x over while watching Me and You And Everyone We Know, and then I died when I read No One Belongs Here More Than You. Died.
brain sparks: Anything I've read or seen by her makes me feel like a spiral staircase. It's not even some deep metaphor either. Like I literally feel like I'm falling down a spiral staircase. Because it seems fun to fall in a spiral. My Miranda. My July.

p.s. This is another project I'm starting, "in two's.". It will just be a magnification of obsessions that have taken place since the beginning of (my) time. There will eventually be vocal dialogue and possibly a hand puppet.

somewhat obligatory.

2009-07-01T08:37:00.000-07:00

zombie.

2009-06-30T19:19:00.001-07:00

It's funny how you can go back to a place you were 5 months ago with a new haircut and a blue suede shoes mood and feel like you can smell the book you were reading in that exact location back in September. Then it's all like that, "wait, what?" moment and you're not even thinking about where you're about to go eat anymore. You're thinking about how somehow you're feeling like you did circa "Last-Time-You-Parked-Here" when you finished that somber smelling book because he gave it to you and your outlook was biased. But now the book is just sub-par, and shoot Sherlock, I shoulda just stuck to my guns. In September.

Only thing is, it was darker then, because you know, the whole orbit change with the seasons and the moon and what not. Oh. Right. Nostallllllgia. Got it.

It's much brighter now and hey this ain't just for me, it's for you too. Even you.

p.s. I'm torturing myself with these new 60's floral shorts because I bought them without a companion and I just want to put them on already.

technobohemian.

2009-06-25T12:56:00.001-07:00

John Malkavich is a fashion designer?

----->proof.

Makes sense.

jarmusch.

2009-06-25T08:27:00.000-07:00

Got a lot to keep up with this year.

antlers.

2009-06-25T08:17:00.001-07:00

I want a pair.

avalanches.

2009-06-23T10:55:00.000-07:00

listen to read.

i walked around the block today
waved at the branches lyin in the hay
there's charlie!
hey!
"birdie, birdie-birdie, i wish i was with you"

slow walkin to slow walkin.
tripped on a piece of cement
thought about her and then you
and then i was like it's such a beautiful day
and all this walking is kind of a cool way to get around

"wake up sleepy tree!"
nodded to the police officer
told em to 'stay breezy, ya big ol happy bee.'
nah i didn't
i thought about it though

woo, it's stagnant out here
and my salad's gettin moist
passed a cute boy
then a weird boy
then one that i didn't think much of

squished a spider
thought of sevigny
opened the door
went up the stairs
startled an old man
put in my code
found this picture

wrote this jam.

pink icing.

2009-06-22T11:24:00.000-07:00

I decorated cupcakes for a friends's housewarming:

commentary from fans.

2009-06-22T07:36:00.000-07:00

Live commentary and some elaborate "says" on a Grizzly Bear show:

"Raddddd"

p.s. At around 1:20 it gets good, plus a trio of attractive beings as perks.

for s's and g's

2009-06-19T06:47:00.000-07:00

It's got a nice ending if you pretend you're Megan Fox.

crush.

2009-06-18T07:25:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from a glasses glasses interview with Chris Taylor.

GG: You also produce much of the music for the band as well as several other side projects. How did you start getting more involved in this aspect of the industry?

"...I like to think about production, in a way, like a really well done movie. All the colors, all the different things in the scene—the hair comb and the perfume, and then the girl’s dress, where her hair is—then like the color balance and all the things in the room have a really strong sort of place. I like to do that as much as possible with production—really grab people’s heads and put it in another spot, you know? –Outside of just a song that rolls by. Maybe it’s more demanding or less approachable, but I try and make it so you can’t really look away."

here.

p.s. If you don't get a chance to read the entire thing (although a delightful read), atleast check out his new record label, Terrible Records. The first two releases are Arthur Russell singles and his solo stuff. Swoon.

balenciaga.

2009-06-17T07:31:00.000-07:00

Completely mastered that whole, I'm branching out, but I don't want anyone to catch on so I'll be sutble as hades and pair everything with heels and frills so as to induce a lot of positive "I couldn't pull that off" up-down looks, while still looking like I dumpster dove in Audrey Hepburn's "over it" pile.

ruuuunn-onnn sennnttteeennncceeesssss.

CFDA awards.

2009-06-16T07:30:00.001-07:00

One day I'll go to one of these. Most likely would've peed my Acne's because almost all of my favorites won:

All pictures courtesy of style.com.

John Halmos and Sam Shipley.

Although in an achingly classic ensemble I feel as though Jeff Halmos has been peering into my brain. Hmm.

My numero uno Phillip Lim of 3.1 Phillip Lim with some model (Georgie Badiel) that needs to be me, in his clothing. Swooning over his pants.

Jeffrey Costello and Robert Tagliapietra of Costello Tagliapietra.

My favorite of the Willis' girls. The youngest, yet the one who's most fashion forward. Also could be because she's the most model looking of the three. Anyway, here's Tallulah Belle in Calvin Klein Collection.

Gorgie Ashley Olsen in a coral vintage piece. Gimme!

Long, long, longtime love of mine Anna Sui deservedly took home the "Lifetime Achievement Award". I can actually remember stumbling upon her at Saks circa like '99 while watching my mom aimlessly browse and just being like THIS KIND OF STUFF EXISTS?? Good for you, Anna.

Seriously Band of Outsiders is my favorite collection this year. I've been meaning to do a write-up on the collection for awhile now, but I think most fashion blogs have handled that for me. It's just everything we need right now. So, bravo! Scott Sternerg for winning "Menswear Designer of the Year", but duhhh.

One of my favorites, Alexander Wang won the "Swarovski Award for Womenswear " and Dree Hemingway wore one of his cut-out designs.

The girls of, in my opinion, the most innovative relatively newb label Rodarte won "Womenswear Designers of the Year", and had cute Kirsten Dunst prance around in one of their pieces.

I suppose that's enough, but a huge silent applause and invisible tear to everyone. I think it's been one of the most influential times in (my) history for fashion and I'm happy that I can pretend to be apart of it.

Here's to the Christian Joy's and the Ilana Bronstein's (and of course Christian Joy and Ilana Bronstein themselves) of next years awards!

strokes.

2009-06-15T07:11:00.000-07:00

It's like a time machine that only transports you to vaults where you get to spy on other people's memories.

People I Want to Meet Before the Apocolypse:

2009-06-14T12:46:00.000-07:00

~~Chris Taylor, Ed Droste~~, Daniel Rossen, Chris Bear

Felt good.

penny pinchin.

2009-06-11T07:06:00.000-07:00

Excuse my lead foot lately, I'm back (for now) with information:

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Estelle Hanania She has a real creepy sense of reality. I like creepy.
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Also Miranda just got done with her exhibit, "Eleven Heavy Things" in Venice! I emailed her secretary to see if it'd still be up by the time I get there. Better be.

Anyway, this is a video of one of her most recent exhibitions, "The Hallway". I sort of hate posting it because I feel like at some point I would've done something eerily similar and now it will seem like I'm a copy-cat.
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As far as Paige news goes, I've decided that I'm going to turn MITNB into more than solely a "fashion" blog. I mean there's more to me than just that. So I figure why not put it all in one place instead of dispersing myself between several other sites. So with that said, from here on out all of my projects will be here, and it's only fair to say that in everything I post, 9 times out of 10 it will be completely influenced by style.

Let's find another word for style.

dear diary.

2009-06-10T10:49:00.000-07:00

april 6, 1976

dear diary,

i was bein' finicky with claud today. i'm just fed up with flyin' kites and tv dinner nights. so today we got dressed up real sharp and nice to see sinclair wale on his guitar. i couldn't keep from whistlin' his tunes.

as we went out the door, claud realized that not only did he leave his keys in the house, but that we were in fact locked out. i cursed a little, put a hand to my forehead, and told him not to speak. i said, "i just want my picture taken on my 'happy night on the town', claud", so we asked the paper boy.

love,

eleanor

This is a project I'm working on called "dear diary" (the name is still tentative) and sooner than later I'm going to have audio to go along with it. So I guess this is just me committing to the project by posting that I'm starting one.

bob can't talk today.

2009-06-08T06:19:00.000-07:00

listen.
Sometimes you realize that the impressive people's standards are seemingly lower than your own.And then you remember that time you saw Mary-Kate in a pair of black flip flops and you think, "Or maybe I just forgot."

ahead of the game.

2009-06-04T12:10:00.000-07:00

Pretty ready for ripped jeans to go back to the grave:

Makes everything you're wearing look like you're trying too hard to get a lookbook invitation. Plus isn't it a little too early to bring back trends circa 2002? Ahem.

two weeks.

2009-06-02T10:50:00.000-07:00

Two Weeks

cuties.

LMGTFY.

2009-06-01T11:55:00.000-07:00

here.

tit bits.

2009-06-01T08:15:00.000-07:00

dreamz:
// somehow acquired all of mka's shoes
// owned a used bookstore that doubled as a puppy playground out back in the courtyard
// finally got that grandaddy clock forearm piece
// obesity in 5yrs
// driving home from a friend's house up to the moon

away we go.

2009-05-28T06:30:00.003-07:00

two peas in a pod.

2009-05-26T12:42:00.000-07:00

Perfectly Proportional Couples Take One:

fashionably mean.

2009-05-20T15:44:00.000-07:00

I'm ready to get outside.

cough up--

2009-05-19T11:46:00.000-07:00

$625 please.

Seriously Opening Ceremony, if you keep threatening me we're gonna have to scrap.

smile lines.

2009-05-19T07:50:00.000-07:00

whoops.

2009-05-19T07:16:00.000-07:00

draw my lips around my lipstick

lottie&doof's kid sister.

2009-05-18T18:27:00.000-07:00

On. An. Oatmeal. Kick.

This isn't unusual. Last year it was yogurt and granola. I'd buy the economy size and just go to town. Really any chance and anything to deviate from my beloved icecream. Sometimes it's better to tick the time instead of letting the time do the tickin.

Anyway, I came up with a delicioso recipe (or idea, rather) for a scrumdillyumptious, HEALTHY oatmeal b-fast.

1. Get yer 1/2 cup of oats out in a nice, inviting bowl
2. Proceed to pour in your cup of water or skim milk

Now for the fun part!

3. Dabble in about 1/4 cup of instant chai mix
4. Stir on the stove until solidified, or throw it in the microwave for 2mins

I like to add a little bit of honey or brown sugar to mine. Sprinkle some nuts ontop for some texture.
Do as you please, but do enjoy.

Loungin' in a mustard chair, listenin' to some Booker T records, crunchin' on some chai spiced oatmeal, while sippin' on my mint tea.

Ooo Wee.