It's been a while since I last posted, right? Well here's a pretty good summation of my past week:
more to come on classy panties later....
more to come on classy panties later....
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
A Waldorf For Your Whistle
The tie was an impulse when I picked up the sweater and saw iit laying underneath. I was worried about turning into Avril Lavigne (you remember two years ago. I know you do.) when a friend ran up to me and said "Wow, waydabe Blair"
Don't know how I missed it, but am still in love with the outfit. I think I'll wear it on Saturday in NYC, which by the way, is happening in less than two days!
Bring on the sketch. I am so ready.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Don't Egg-leston!!!
hahahahaha, geddit?
As style.com has mentioned a few times recently, The Whitney debuted its William Eggleston exhibit on Friday, and from what I can tell it looks pretty AMAZING. I'll admit, I hadn't heard of the photographer before, but a quick google search and a scan through the porfolios on his website remedied this rather quickly.
For those of you who, like me until recently, have not heard of Eggleston, you should know three things:
1. He was born in 1939
2. He was one of the first to pioneer color photography
3. He's dead.
Other than that, I think the images speak for themselves. Many have an almost architectural element to them. Lines cut sternly across a pallet of siena and gritty blues, leading to--what? A toilet, an absurd party of car crash victims. There is a sense of magical realism throughout his work. Ordinary scenes: a dinner, a living room, a parking lot, are viewed through a charmed, often humorous, lense that gives the viewer a nostaligic appreciation for the life and times of America's middle class.
As style.com has mentioned a few times recently, The Whitney debuted its William Eggleston exhibit on Friday, and from what I can tell it looks pretty AMAZING. I'll admit, I hadn't heard of the photographer before, but a quick google search and a scan through the porfolios on his website remedied this rather quickly.
For those of you who, like me until recently, have not heard of Eggleston, you should know three things:
1. He was born in 1939
2. He was one of the first to pioneer color photography
3. He's dead.
Other than that, I think the images speak for themselves. Many have an almost architectural element to them. Lines cut sternly across a pallet of siena and gritty blues, leading to--what? A toilet, an absurd party of car crash victims. There is a sense of magical realism throughout his work. Ordinary scenes: a dinner, a living room, a parking lot, are viewed through a charmed, often humorous, lense that gives the viewer a nostaligic appreciation for the life and times of America's middle class.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
OBAMARAMA
I try to avoid emotional involvement with politics--our country is far too big, and our politicians far too calculating to view the system with anything but an equally calculating frame of mind. So, although I have supported Obama throughout the election, I have never bought into the mania surrounding his candidacy; we now know where that kind of polarization can lead.
Despite this, I could not help but to be moved by his speech last night. Obama could have indulged his supporters with bestial egotism and cheap, irreverent celebration. He didn’t. He could have gripped Grant Park with a vague, sweeping glimpse of future utopias. He didn’t and, with this simple act, this refusal to give America anything but the solemn truth, a portrait of the challenges ahead, I saw something I had been previously reluctant to search for, and even more reluctant to find: hope
The word has worn thin with use over the past few months, and threatened to become nothing more than a cliché, but the eloquence of Obama’s address restored to it a newfound significance; hope does not mean blind faith. Hope does not mean an easy solution or instant gratification. Hope means having the foresight and the strength to stand together through the storm, to sacrifice a little now, so that, later, every one may receive a lot. It is not an easy virtue; it deals in uncomfortable shades of grey, missing the saccharine thrill of partisanship. BUT, it is necessary, and, last night, not only was Barack Obama brave enough to say this, but hundreds of thousands of people cheered in recognition of it. I watched the scene on my tiny television, sitting in the dim light of my kitchen, and could not help but cheer as well.
I'm sure the neighbors appreciated it.
Despite this, I could not help but to be moved by his speech last night. Obama could have indulged his supporters with bestial egotism and cheap, irreverent celebration. He didn’t. He could have gripped Grant Park with a vague, sweeping glimpse of future utopias. He didn’t and, with this simple act, this refusal to give America anything but the solemn truth, a portrait of the challenges ahead, I saw something I had been previously reluctant to search for, and even more reluctant to find: hope
The word has worn thin with use over the past few months, and threatened to become nothing more than a cliché, but the eloquence of Obama’s address restored to it a newfound significance; hope does not mean blind faith. Hope does not mean an easy solution or instant gratification. Hope means having the foresight and the strength to stand together through the storm, to sacrifice a little now, so that, later, every one may receive a lot. It is not an easy virtue; it deals in uncomfortable shades of grey, missing the saccharine thrill of partisanship. BUT, it is necessary, and, last night, not only was Barack Obama brave enough to say this, but hundreds of thousands of people cheered in recognition of it. I watched the scene on my tiny television, sitting in the dim light of my kitchen, and could not help but cheer as well.
I'm sure the neighbors appreciated it.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Booty (Role) Call
While I was unable to stop by H&M as I had intended during my trip (there are no stores by where I live), I did manage to pick up a few things. Role call as follows: 
1. Betsey Johnson Eagle Bracelet: I've been hankering after her jewelry for AGES and this was on sale! At $30 down from $60, I couldn't pass it up. It's just too glam-bam-thank-you-ma'am for words.
2. Studded Cuff: Is it a cuff? I'm not so sure actually. It seems a bit thin to be labeled as such, but whatever the case I'm in love with it. Robin's egg blue enamel makes the silver studs both feminine and irreverant. Simply perfect and under $20 (thus is the joy of non-name brand items).
2. Studded Cuff: Is it a cuff? I'm not so sure actually. It seems a bit thin to be labeled as such, but whatever the case I'm in love with it. Robin's egg blue enamel makes the silver studs both feminine and irreverant. Simply perfect and under $20 (thus is the joy of non-name brand items).
3. Heart Pin: Not really a purchase, but pictured nonetheless because it's adorable. One of the girls gave it to me as a swap (one of GS's many traditions). I removed the label she had put on it (sorry Ada!) and voila! I can already see the outfits it will be worked into.
4. DKNY Stockings (not pictured): I can't find them right noe, which is a little worrisome, but these are some tight-ass....well, tights. A pinky coral color with a slightly metalic sheen. They're probably in my room somewhere, under the mountain of unfolded clothes that's been accumulating.
If I can find the tights, I think I will work them and the bracelets into an outfit tomorrow. I can see them working really well together, just not quite sure HOW yet. For some reason, my mind keep drifting back to this dress:
or this one:
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Home Again
Back from the Girl Scout Convention in Indianapolis?
Yes.
Had a good time?
Yes.
Will expand later?
DOUBLE YES
For now?
A thought:
The uniforms for Girl Scouts today are atrocious. There is no grace to any of the clothes, and unfortunately, it reflects badly on the organization.
In the exhibit hall at the convention, there was a booth that displayed earlier versions of the uniform and they were so adorable! One of my favorites, a mint green dress with matching bloomer shorts, was both elegant (the tailored sihoutte, the princess seams that subtley emphasized the waist), functional (the sturdy fabric and BLOOMERS), and fun (seriouslu the cutest shit ever). There were a few more mascuine pieces in camel-colored canvas (5 time fast? Yes?) that had an appealing military feel to them.
This swimmong suit for brownies was actually at the exhibit. See how the orange piping curves inward? Made me wish I was six again. 
The rest of these are just examples I found online. This one SCREAMS the Delias's catalogue. Vintage t-shirts, anyone?
From around WWII. Notice how it has a SHAPE.
I've been looking for pants like these for ages. High-waisted, cropped just below mid-calf, and perfectly baggy. Too bad they're made for Brownies.....and are non-existent.
Okay, Why are they not still making this bag? WHY?
My question is, why can't Girl Scouts make uniforms like that today? Membership has been steadily declining over the past few years, as negative scout steryotypes have become increasingly prevalent. One of the most basic solutions to this problem is image. Yes, it's shallow approach to the situation, but let's be honest; pop culture is shallow, and that's what most girls model themselves after. If we used this situation, instead of fighting against it, and changed the way the public views Girl Scouts, I am certain membership would improve. I personally would jump at the chance of wearing the vintage pieces I saw. They are COOL.
So, hey Girl Scouts, you wanna hit me up with some modern interpretations of the class you used to embody? Do ya?
Yes.
Had a good time?
Yes.
Will expand later?
DOUBLE YES
For now?
A thought:
The uniforms for Girl Scouts today are atrocious. There is no grace to any of the clothes, and unfortunately, it reflects badly on the organization.
In the exhibit hall at the convention, there was a booth that displayed earlier versions of the uniform and they were so adorable! One of my favorites, a mint green dress with matching bloomer shorts, was both elegant (the tailored sihoutte, the princess seams that subtley emphasized the waist), functional (the sturdy fabric and BLOOMERS), and fun (seriouslu the cutest shit ever). There were a few more mascuine pieces in camel-colored canvas (5 time fast? Yes?) that had an appealing military feel to them.
This swimmong suit for brownies was actually at the exhibit. See how the orange piping curves inward? Made me wish I was six again. The rest of these are just examples I found online. This one SCREAMS the Delias's catalogue. Vintage t-shirts, anyone?From around WWII. Notice how it has a SHAPE.I've been looking for pants like these for ages. High-waisted, cropped just below mid-calf, and perfectly baggy. Too bad they're made for Brownies.....and are non-existent.Okay, Why are they not still making this bag? WHY?My question is, why can't Girl Scouts make uniforms like that today? Membership has been steadily declining over the past few years, as negative scout steryotypes have become increasingly prevalent. One of the most basic solutions to this problem is image. Yes, it's shallow approach to the situation, but let's be honest; pop culture is shallow, and that's what most girls model themselves after. If we used this situation, instead of fighting against it, and changed the way the public views Girl Scouts, I am certain membership would improve. I personally would jump at the chance of wearing the vintage pieces I saw. They are COOL.
So, hey Girl Scouts, you wanna hit me up with some modern interpretations of the class you used to embody? Do ya?
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