Hear/Say

Stud-y this

One of these days these studded shoes are going to walk all over you

and these. durrrr

Imagine this... er, with clothes on, and in the street... looking semi-normal... but hot..

1) Studs walking down the street in Rome. Noooo no no, studs do not walk. They prance. They strut. They look deeply in your eyes for a millisecond, where you fall in love for-ev-er. Often have deep blue or brown eyes, stub-ble, and a beautiful smile. I will not mention their hair. That is another dimension of sexy. Another realm for sensual. We will not go there.

2) Studs on purses and backpacks. Texture-al stud-duction. Is that too much? Do I trespass and punneth too much? No. Because I have studded the sentence with puns. Studs are that in. Be-riddle me with love. Be-riddle me with shiny, metallic delights. Be-riddle me with fine men.

I am delirious.

Just got back from a pleasant stroll towards the beauteous Spanish Steps. We made love with Valentino. We caressed the fine cotton of Dolce & Gabbana. We stroked the fine leather of Gucci. Prostrated ourselves in front of the  Ferragamos. The fine male hired to be a live manniquin at D/G became objectified in our lustful eyes. Good. Good.

No false idols, just expensive ideals. I swear.

More lates. We are off to a fùtbol game tomorrow.

Gracious

Stick together.

This, I have discovered. As always, I have an overly vague/broad/incoherent stance on the topic, and concede that the degree of “funniness” varies with each audience. For example, some people just don’t understand the beauty of awkward irony.

Ah, the beauty of this picture eludes the Bell-Square-nese

Like people at Bellevue Square.

I’ve been there way too many times this week. It’s actually detrimental to my cool points. Visiting that mall makes me feel really cool AND really uncool: cool for not being so transparently rich and mainstream, but uncool for being there in the first place. What a paradox. You know what another contradiction is? Shopping at the Bellevue Mall Thrift Store. Absolutely UNthrifty. Too bad that to say that I’ve never shopped there is a lie. Too bad… I went to school in Bellevue. Too bad I used to hang out at Bellevue Square (ah, before the Great Remodeling) a lot. I’ve even shopped at Hollister, which needs to D.I.A.F (Die In A Fire) as soon as possible. Even the Zebraclub, with its elitist cuts and enviously hip silhouettes (I always have to google that word to spell it right), has prices that make me want to D.I.A.B (Drown In A Bucket). Why, capitalism? Why, materialism? Why, temptations of beautiful-pretty-things?

The dude is just sun-tanning on top of the P.D.A. No biggie.

And in the face of all these meaningless protests, I’d also like to know (just as meaninglessly) why monks and/or nuns absolutely have to wear the most unflattering things… there is an attractive aesthetic called minimalism… <<<fail.

Intentional bald spots are never intentional

And this might not relate, but it’ll fulfill the theme of incoherency in terms of this post: blogging as a second conscious (or conscience) is self-flattery in the form of paranoia. And it’s detrimental to the range and writing of the blog. Paranoia, thou’rt banish-ed!

Write you lates,

G

Alexander McQueen is simply fantas-magnifi-orgasmic. He is an artiste.

Fashion is so cliche as it is; the names that make it big are different than the names that make their items marketable.

For example, I’ve been introduced to the work of two different freelance stylists, and their approaches are incredibly different. One practices styling as a pure form of art; the photoshoots are high/editorial fashion; the look is approachable only to a select few (some may point and say “elite”). The other has an incredibly keen edge on what will be marketed to whom; what kind audience will look at a certain edgy shirt and be 1) afraid or 2) stoked to buy it. You can see this in the way they run and manage their shoots.

A lot of fashion houses have trapped their creative director within these boundaries. Sure, there’s a difference between haute couture and pret-a-porter, but there’s a feeling that a creative ceiling exists– while many pieces of either line are unrealistically impractical– have they reached these heights of imagination, wide range of creative freedom?

Mcqueen's 2010 Spring Pret-a-porter via style.com

Resort 2010 via style.com

Spring 2010 Pret-a-Porter via style.com

Spring 2010 Pret-a-Porter via style.com

Spring 2010 Pret-A-Porter via style.com

Spring 2010 Pret-A-Porter via style.com

Spring 2010 Pret-A-Porter via style.com

Spring 2010 p/p via style.com

Clutch... literally! Spring 2010 P/P via style.com

Spring 2010 P/P via style.com

Spring 2010 P/P via style.com

Not to mention the hair!

Spring 2010 P/P via style.com

Spring 2010 p/p via style.com

Spring 2010 P/P via style.com

There’s something strangely hybrid/cyborg like with this line; while futuristic, the bright graphics definitely clash with the usual take on a Star-Treck suit.And the form fitting sculpts really pull it together– taht strange black clutch with holes for your fingers… well. We’ll see what others come up with, now that he’s gone above and beyond…

EXCELLENCE

<3

Graceee

I love the colors. I love how awkward this picture is. I love how the girl is giving herself bunny ears. >>OMG DDDUMB<< via merricat.tumblr

I consumed a pumpkin spice latte this morning. IT WAS DELICIOUS. SO HOT AND SWEET.

SPalin looks like a mugawump as in creature, not mugawump as in 1884 politics

Sarah Palin shots storm the digital news media once more. Online audiences are barraged with shots of the infamous pitbull in lipstick…

If she did that to me, I'd choose to believe she had something in her eye

What a great Internet meme.

But I hate to think I just added to that. <<< I totally did.

Egads

Since I’m such a space cadet this morning, go forth and explore:

JOHNNY DEPP IS THE KING OF SEXY ONCE MORE

A VERY COOL ILLUSTRATION

AN ENVIOUS OUTFIT

BEAU CHAMBERLAIN

CUTE^NESS

NSFW

ME

<3

Graceee

I’m pretty sure I’ve already named a previous post “Ruby Tuesday”, but today is Truly Ruby Tuesday– I met a guinea pig named Ruby, and it feels as Tuesday as ever.

I guess the gossip lately has been about Taylor Swift V. Kanye. MTV awards is usually a spectacle anyway; do people realize that nominations and awards are probably determined through factors other than romantic appreciation of art? But since the obsession with the hilarity that is Kanye/MTV/Taylor Swift continues… well, you know what that means. It means we pull out the pros/cons chart, and venn diagram the shit out of this situation. But I won’t. Because it’s already too rewarding to imagine them open fist slapping each other.

Anyway, autumn is coming soon and I’m not one to buy a freshly killed fur coat, but a vintage one would suit me juuust fine. Sea of Shoes has been reviewing her own collection lately; and I must say they do look rather divine.

Even the buttons...!

Deeeeelish...!

Ah! The turn of the seasons! It has everyone in crazy cahoots; there are flu strains to avoid as it chills, there are the slowly withering days of summer to enjoy, and we teeter on an anxious ledge of autumn…

More later.

Gracious

If I agree with this ironically, the joke is no longer ironic and therefore obsolete

For all misfortunes that fall upon my life and besmirch any good cheer or attitude for the day’s progression, I blame the grand Disillusionment of Life.

I refuse to believe that This Is The Way It Goes. I think it’d be better to accept Life As It Is and embrace the Looming Gloom of Daily Problems and Mishaps. It’d certainly be easier; but that’s why people have religion.

I wonder what Mario thinks when the B button digs his heels into the ground and makes him spurt out fireballs; I wonder what he thinks as he massacres levels of goons only to have a cute mushroom stooge tell him that the Princess is in another fucking castle. Yes, I’m drawing a parallel with life as a game. How original, you say. What else is a blog for, than to bemoan self-wrapped loathes and loves in textual eruption?

Anyway–

via rushofblood.tumblr

And I stumbled upon an artful erotic photo blog (oh I know, some of you will shriek PORN) chagrin.tumblr.com– quite interesting to take a look at– if  you’re checking to see what part of your body is normal, but more interestingly,  how people feel perceive sexuality and its nuances.

via cacaococoa.tumblr.com

Also, we established this fabulous labor day weekend that Onch (Paris Hilton’s New BFF) shits /farts glitter:

That’s all I want to say for now.

Gracieee

Tweet my Angst Away!!!

Has anyone read Catherine Called Birdy? It’s a funny historical fiction about this girl called Catherine (called Birdy. Naturally) who goes through the crucial teenage years as a daughter of a Lord in the medieval times. My best friend Lauren Singer and I used to crow about the medieval set- angst of Catherine– her piggish father sizing up suitors according to wealth, status, etc., and her own longings to be more than just a housewife! Anyway– she was witty, cool, intelligent– and one of her swears was “God’s Thumbs!”. Lauren used to exclaim it all the time at school (Briar Glen Elementary). It was good times. I used to love that ish.

Anyway– today’s culinary tidbits include a banana for breakfast, a cute quiche for lunch, and a tantalizing bowl of pho for dinner. No one wants to go with me (other than Sarah, who unfortunately has to serve the UW Huskies at their pre-game retreat at Hotel _____) ! Dumb !

Does anyone remember Austin Scarlett? The literally gorgeous man from Project Runway, season one?

Fierce

Peek a Boo I <3 u

I think he’s working for Kenneth Pool now as Creative Director of the Amsale luxury bridal wear collection. His site still features some of his fantastic designs though.

You know, he’s from Oregon. 
I don’t know what that means.

And I intensely dislike how Joaquin Phoenix sings Johnny Cash songs.

<3 Graceee 

Double vanilla lattes do wonders for a hyped up morning! And now, to pit Jack and Cal from Titanic together:

I'd still choose Leo.

I want to get a copy of that Anna Wintour documentary, “The September Issue“. I’m excited to see her meticulously maintained bob crackle in cold fury onscreen.

Crackle Crackle Pop

* glower * Take this fur collar, PETA paupers

She does look fabulous. Gorgeous dress.

Film has received kind reviews for now; it’s (obviously) about the production of the Vogue September Issue, which is usually a huge thing in light of fall fashion lines.

At least the Canadians like it.

<3

Graceee

KWLV?

Self-proclaimed stylist Kanye West has struck again.

Last time was the Air Yeezy– blech- looking sneaks with a strangely useless strap over the laces– but this time, Kanye debuts his Louis Vuitton– Actually, I should rephrase that– Louis Vuitton debuts a Kanye line of sneaks that give out the same, boring  hip-hop vibe. Throw a few LV logo flowers and some purely ornamental buckles and straps, e voile! A Kanye-The-Louis-Vuitton-West creation is made.

Brazil, 1985, Terry Gilliam

Since no one sees me as a suitable intern this summer, this blog may take my cake and eat it too. That might not make sense, but it doesn’t really matter!

I watched a movie called BRAZIL last night– and it’s crazy. I love it. It’s a parable-movie, where they criticize modernity as yewzh, what with technology ‘taking over our lives’ and what-not. It’s sort of like a satire about everything at the time the movie was made. I don’t know if I’m in any position to blog so much about it, as I passed out and didn’t finish it. In fact, I woke up towards the end of the movie to a pretty terrible scene (which I also forgot, but remember the feeling of terror at seeing it).

I’ll finish it later tonight.They also have a great cast– Jonathan Pryce (the Governor/Keira’s dad in Pirates of the Caribbean), Robert De Niro, Ian Holm (Bilbo Baggins), Bob Hoskins (Paris Je t’aime).

Anyway, they had a SHOE HAT in the movie– I don’tknow if Schirapirelli designed it, but designer Schirapirelli collaborated with modern artist Salvidor Dali to make the infamous shoe hat:

Schirapirelli's Shoe Hat

Which is of course ridiculous, but ingenious at the same time.

The shoe hat in the movie was a bit different, but obviously followed the same design in its satirical wit. Terry Gilliam of The Monty Python and the Holy Grail directed it, so it figures.

Here’s some screenshots from the movie:

Gracie