"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"
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Poot in my home (Atlanta, GA)
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.
Monday, April 27, 2009
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.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Club Monaco x Royal Dutch Gazelle, $995
Dress Codes: The Dutch Bicycle by NY Times
Monday, April 13, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
In the meantime, here's Grace Kelly.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
I suppose it doesn't hurt to have Irina Lazareanu and Gilles Bensimon in it.
Picture Me Trailer from Gen Art Film on Vimeo.
Monday, April 6, 2009
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