shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars

Since the accident, I've spent most of my time trying to finish the 800-page biography of John Lennon written by Philip Norman. It's no secret that I have a soft spot for The Beatles, especially John Lennon. As much as I question whether or not John was an Asiaphile and if Yoko is crazy/was responsible for breaking up the greatest band of the 20th century, there's no denying John & Yoko's power as lasting fashion icons.



Fedoras, large rimmed glasses, long dresses in neutral colors, fur, and headbands are all items that are currently in hot demand. But in addition to their sartorial wisdom, they also had a few messages that seem strangely pertinent to today:

Imagine all the people,
Living life in peace..
You may say that I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
and the world will live as one.

it's so hard to say goodbye to my homie

She was there for me through thick and thin. In a moment of crisis, I could depend on her to take me as far away as possible. We endured a speeding ticket, a red light ticket, and an illegal U-turn. We traveled through the highways of five states, and each time she got me to my destination safely and on time. This was just one trip too many.


R.I.P.
Virgin
2002-2008

Now I'm left with nothing but old cards
and a bunch of pictures on the wall
R-I-P tattoos nigga, just to show you that we real
But I still can't believe that your dead fool, and how you got killed
- "Goodbye to My Homies" Master P

Still on Vicodin. Regular programming to resume later this week.

a night in england

Fifi and I had a craving for fish and chips over the weekend, so we went over to this restaurant near the airport called Manchester Arms. I got lost so many times on the way there. I actually got tempted to turn around and go back home. But I'm glad I didn't because the fish and chips were TO DIE FOR. The batter was perfect, and the fish literally melted in my mouth.



We actually started with the calamari. I washed it down with glasses of Stella. They had a lot of ales on the menu, as well as a few of their own touches like mixtures of Guinness and ale. I'm not too keen on mixing my beers. (Plus, it gets you drunk faster.)




We also ran into our old nemesis, Brown Sauce. Can anyone please tell us why it's called Brown Sauce? We think that it tastes like a mixture of BBQ sauce and ketchup, so it should be called Ketch-B-Q. It sounds catchier than just "Brown Sauce."



Afterwards, we went to this place that was a bar/cafe/ice cream parlor all in one. Talk about multi-tasking. They had one of the fake fireplaces. Those things should also emanate heat, otherwise it's pointless, isn't it? The bar looked like something the crew from Fresh would hang out in after a hard day's work flying the European skies.

When I was little, I used to tell people that I wanted to be either a ballerina or the president of the United States when I grew up. As I got older, I discarded both dreams - one because I couldn't dance ballet and the other because I knew that I would never be able to run this country as a double minority. Maybe it hasn't changed today for me, but I know it has for my posterity.

"Rosa sat so Martin could walk. Martin walked so Obama could run. Obama is running so our children can fly." - heard on WNYC.

michael jackson was #1 when obama graduated high school

When these pants arrived two weeks ago, I knew I was in love. I ordered these from Mary Meyer, when I wasn't able to nab the black wool Sahara pant from Oak NYC. Unfortunately, she didn't have any more of them in wool, but she was recutting them in cotton. I'm not a fan of jersey cotton at all, mostly because they remind me of leggings. And I'm a firm believer in the fact that: LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS.

Fortunately, I didn't have that problem with these pants, and I've grown to adore the jersey fabric since it makes the world seem so much more comfortable. If you're itching to get your hands on a pair of drop crotch pants, then I would recommend these. Just drop an email to mary@marymeyerclothing.com.

P.S. Don't forget to vote!!!





T-shirt. H&M. vest. Miss Selfridge. pants. Mary Meyer. shoes. Nine West.

roy orbison was #1 when john mccain graduated

It's been a while since I was insanely drunk. And I mean really good, stinkin', drunk. Drunk to the point where home ranged from someone's car to a park bench.

I don't advocate binge drinking. Usually. But after watching three episodes of "Mile High," that deliciously addicting British TV show that ran in the early 2000s about flight attendants (air hostesses), I would like nothing more than to hit the pubs for a round (or six). Now, if only I had a friend who looked like Marco Bailey aka, the hot guy from "300" who gets his head sliced off in the middle of the movie and makes you not want to watch anymore.




dress. French Connection. scarf. Canal Street (NYC). tights. street market. boots. vintage.

snapshots from the weekend

A get together from the weekend at a restaurant near Assi Plaza in Duluth. It's the only Korean restaurant I know of in the area that's a part of the slow food movement. They own a 7- acre lot in Winder, where they grow all of the vegetables. I'm not sure if they're certified organic, but they list it as so on the menu.



Baby cousin, Yoorim. She's such a diva. This might possibly be the only picture I have where she's not being an absolute terror.




My other cousin, Kyul. He's convinced that he looks like a celebrity in my sunglasses. (I beg to differ.)