bad ass thursday

"We find dissipation, wild enough to glut the imaginings of a Hottentot. Braggadocio, wild companions, gambling, running around St. James like a neck or nothing blood of the young fancy." - Judge Langlois in "Becoming Jane"

get paid to fart

Found by Aubrey while browsing Craigslist.

Poot in my home (Atlanta, GA)

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Date: 2009-04-28, 3:53PM EDT

I need a lady to fart around the ol' abode. I like the smell of a woman's farts and would like to use it as an "air freshener" so to speak, around my house. Unfortunatelly, they don't make or sell fart in a spray can. That Lysol and Fabreeze spray stuff is for the birds, and I just don't see how anybody wants to enhale those fruity smells! I want the repugnant aroma of natural gas from a woman's butt filling the rooms of my house. I will pay $100 per hour of physical labor it takes you to fill my house with your farts, and provide you with any milk, beans, or other fuel you may need.

Disclaimer: THIS IS A SERIOUS GIG. I am not responsible for any injuries or other medical problems that you may sustain from this activity.

i wanna get with ya and take ya picture

I was in Chicago last weekend to visit my favorite Canadian/New York transplant, SUNNY. I arrived on a humid Friday night, and we immediately grabbed dinner and super strong martinis at Bijan's Bistro before heading to Wicker Park. We ultimately ended up at some club where the Korean DJ was spinning old school '90s music, making me strangely nostalgic for those days when we would do the butterfly to Montell Jordan's "This Is How We Do It." (God we thought we were so cool.)

We ate well, stuffing our faces at The Publican and avec gleefully. If you've noticed that all the restaurants we've been to tend to have a pleasing design aesthetic, it's because Sunny's a graphic designer and probably notices that stuff while I just happily string along for the Medjool dates. It wasn't complete without some shopping - we stopped by Ikram (and no, Mrs. Obama was not there - if only we'd walked in a year earlier), Jake, and Barneys. I received the most flattering compliments on my outfit at B.'s, which shocked me as I literally just threw clothes into a suitcase before flying out the door on Friday.

Unfortunately, I made the elementary mistake of drinking half a bottle of rose before flying, which meant that I was, indeed, the asshole drooling all over my seat mate in a comatose stupor. Don't drink and fly, kids.

tank. Obesity & Speed for UO. sweater. Uniqlo. jacket. Warehouse. sequined skirt. F21. scarf. A.Wang. boots. Jeffrey Campbell. sunglasses. Matthew Williamson x Linda Farrow.

greetings from the windy city

I'm in Chicago for the weekend to visit my favorite bunny, SUNNY! Arrived last night, proceeded to get shit faced in Wicker Park, and then we ate New York-style pizza. I know, travesty as we are in CHICAGO and not NYC. Liveblogging from Chi-Town will proceed all weekend.

c'est la folie

While all the construction was going on, I had a MAJOR score on e-bay. By some stroke of luck, I stumbled upon this piece by Katayone Adeli going for $9.99 (plus shipping)... except from the pictures, I couldn't really tell what it was. The thumbnail size photo (single photo) made it seem like the sleeves were fringed and droopy, which immediately made me think of this Topshop piece that's been eluding both me and eeps.

But who could say? I could be 500% off the marker, and the top could be a really bad drag concept conceived by RuPaul's evil clone, Miss J. Then I figured since it was $10, I could always donate it or pass it on if it didn't work out. When the package arrived nearly a week later, I hesitated a moment before opening the package, knowing that if this wasn't a good alternative to the Topshop one, I would be haunted for the rest of my life.

Wha-bam! This doesn't mean that I still don't dream about that Topshop top, though. Seriously, has anyone seen that top in real life?!?!?!

i put some new shoes on and suddenly everything's right

The reconstruction is turning out to be more laborious than thought. In the meantime, enjoy these people's shoes. This is from my Fall 09 NYC folder. Does anyone know which show this was taken at?

you rode your way into my heart

Good news: The renovation has finally ended. I will be reconstructing my closet starting tonight. I've also found my camera. Bad news: I've been attacked by the phlegm monsters like in the Mucinex commercials.


Club Monaco x Royal Dutch Gazelle, $995
Dress Codes: The Dutch Bicycle by NY Times

so we put on our eyeliner and a bit of glitter dust

Leighton Meester in NY Times' "The Girl with Kaleidoscope Pants"

Happy Monday.

this shit is under construction

So, what's with the lack of posts? Currently, my entire house is under renovation - I'm talking full on paint jobs and flooring replacement. I can honestly say that I have indeed become a bag lady. I can't find shit anywhere, so I've been rotating six or seven items to stretch into a week's worth of clothes. It's slightly gross. I also cannot find my camera, which worries me a bit because I really love that thing. I've been using film lately, and as we all know, it doesn't develop very easily.

In the meantime, here's Grace Kelly.

picture me - an expose

This film has already screened at the Gen Art Film festival in NYC, but it's been making its rounds on the other gossip rags I shamelessly peruse to kill time at work. I know it'll probably be an extremely long time before I get to see it (especially if I wait for it to make its course down to the south), but the trailer looks amazing.

I suppose it doesn't hurt to have Irina Lazareanu and Gilles Bensimon in it.


Picture Me Trailer from Gen Art Film on Vimeo.

if you're a hipster in atlanta, raise your hand

Dear Atlanta hipsters,

In a time such as now and in a society such as ours, we are like the Parisian bohemians protesting the bourgeoisie society in the early 19th century in pursuit of a greater calling revolving around the treasured ideals of freedom, beauty, truth, and love (taken straight out of "Moulin Rouge" without shame). You want to throw away the social stigma attributed to your private school background and submerge into an underground culture in order to redefine yourself. I get it. But can we get something straight? Don't you think it's a bit of a contradiction to be against uniformity and then go and create a uniform of your own?

Okay, I'm going to be honest. This isn't about you compromising your ideals. This is really about me really fucking hating seeing everyone and their moms wearing an American Apparel tee, skinny jeans, leather motorcycle jackets, and Raybans at El Bar. The place is sticky already with a mixture of drinks and vomit. I really don't enjoy rubbing up against your faux leather in 98% humidity. That said, now that we're straight on where I stand, the next time I see you in this ridiculous getup, I'm going to assume that you want me to punch you in the face - which I shall do gladly.


Unisex Tri-Blend Tee, Leather Moto Jacket, Black Skinny Jeans, Rayban Wayfarer

we feel like rain when the words all sound the same

The weather has been dismal lately, and it's taken its toll on my spirits. I dug up these images from an inspiration binder I compiled in high school. I feel like they're from a November or December Vogue in 2001. It's funny to see how clothes used in editorials nearly ten years ago are still wearable today. Seeing the prices also make me realize how inflated the cost of luxury goods have gotten in recent years.