What exactly is it that you do all day?

I go to F.I.T. for Fashion Design, but maintain a dayjob so I can support my ultra-glamorous lifestyle of going to work, running to school afterwards, then doing homework until 3am. I've had lots of friends ask me if I'm "done yet, for godsakes?", but I just started in January 08, so I think my friends are actually from the future. Neat.

Anyway. Here is the first draft of a design project I'm working on now for an art class. We had to pick a certain time period between 1600 and 1800, and use that as inspiration for one bridal and one evening gown. I chose 1600 to 1650. You wouldn't believe how hideous clothing was back then, so I figured I hadn't any face to lose on the design.



hubba hubba.


These are just a few of the rough drafts, but you get the idea:

Iceland street fashion

Did you know all Icelandic girls look like fairies? They're all scathingly hot with perfect noses, and dress solely to amuse themselves. There's not enough room in the suitcase to keep up with them if you're just visiting, so it's probably just best to wear your little black outfit every night until it's too beer-stiff to climb into anymore, and leave the fantasy costuming to the professional elves.

Gabe, this is the only street photo I took, and also the point at which I decided that I was going to stop trying, because I'm no photographer, and just soak it alllll in, man.

Maybe I've turned into a little bit of a hater lately, but I really can't be blamed. Every time I turn around there's something new in my path that's very, very stupid. Today's topic: weird things involving eyeballs.

3: Eye jewelry. As in, a contact lens with tiny jewels or crystals dangling from it, attached by micro-thread. Thank artist Eric Klarenbeek for this one. Sure, he's an artist, but I'm not known for issuing artistic licenses, so I judge him as I judge you. Without mercy. As I see it, the basic function of jewelry is seduction...would you hit that??



2. Eyeball implants. Inexplicably cute little titanium objects (hearts, stars, clovers...more Lucky Charms than the usual body modification icons of, like, Satan) inserted into the surface of your eye. Yeah. Supposedly you could get this done in the Netherlands (surprising noone with that, I assume) in 02...this website would suggest it continues, in case this has awakened a burning desire in you.



1. Eyeball tattooing....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Know what, dude? And I'm sorry you had to get your effing eyeball tattooed before somebody told you this, but that thing you've done to yourself right there? That's permanent makeup. Might as well be trailer park eyebrows.



Just be glad I didn't post the pic of them actually DOING the procedure, kay.

La Mode Est Agaçante

I'm not going to apologize for being away for so long. I'm just not.

I am going to give you a special treat, however.

A peek into the world of fashion which you did not ask for and I very much doubt will appreciate: the incredible phenomena of the fashion aristocracy trying to out-do and out-irritate each other. Observing it in the wild, as the below video shows, is especially striking - watch how the children loiter in innocence and curiosity, so unknowingly close to the heart of darkness-of-indeterminate-age.

Fear not, you really only need to watch the first 15 seconds:



IN THE LEFT CORNER, we have Diane Pernet, who made her name as a fashion designer in the 80s, as a fashion journalist with Vogue and Elle, and with her fairy popular fashion blog, A Shaded View.

IN THE RIGHT CORNER, weighing in at what must be 400 lbs with that seasonably inappropriate fur, we have Catherine Baba, a widely recognized, though biographically stunted, stylist. Pretty sure she lives in France at the moment, but I would bet dollars to donuts she's American, somewhere deep, deep down. The accent sounds somewhat like a Long Island grandmother extolling the virtues of her French Provincial divan cover.

Who won, here? I think we should have a vote on this...

A big day for sticks everywhere

This isn't JUST an important time in American politics. This week the stick was inducted into the Toy Hall of Fame, joining other childhood favorites such as the bicycle and the...um...cardboard box.



Don't worry matches, your number will be up soon enough.

So THIS is what hope feels like

Pretty unbelievable, huh?

So I did a little poking around and found out what I KNOW you all were wondering last night, as the adorable First Family-to-be filed, glowing and giggling, onto the stage. WHAT is Michelle Obama wearing? So bold, so unusual, so...well, kind of hard to look at on a tv screen...

(btw, I ganked the above from nymag.com)

It's Narciso Rodriguez, Spring 09, and whether I have particular le boeuf with this choice of outfit, I absolutely LOVE that we're going to have a strong, signature style in the White House. The family's so clean and cool and, though I don't necessarily support the term, all-American!

Reminds me of the following Verbal Cartoon from Dan Liebert:

Family.

A family is like the fingers of a hand: each finger is weak but together they can make a fist to beat up other families who don't know the "fist trick."

I'm a sucker for familial coordination myself, though one has to wonder how long the girls are going to stand for it.

I give the older one two more years before she shaves her head.

Side note, I LOVE THIS PHOTO:


eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesoexcited!!!!!!!

GOBAMA!

Unfortunately, in real life I received nothing, not a sticker or a pin, in exchange for fulfilling my civil responsibility. This may or may not affect my ability to collect on my free extra scoop at Ben & Jerry's today, but my elation at today FINALLY coming around is sweet enough. Also, my dresses have been a little tight lately.