Dirty pretty things.

Incase you were all wondering what I'm getting you for your birthdays, its coming from this website: Nicole Lochers.
But I want someone to buy me the "Will fuck for shoes" necklace. Any takers?

Its not the clothes that make the man.

This Parisian duo, Raffaele Borriello and Julien Desselle have quite the portfolios, having worked for the likes of Gucci, Costume National, Yves Saint Laurent and Dior, so their marriage of talents have produced the line Requiem.  
Obviously aquatinted with immaculate tailoring, the line is what they consider a mix of "couture and industrialism" and if you look at their latest collection, they've done an excellent job of achieving that. 
With a mix of basic black and bold/bright colors, their line is extremely wearable and timeless. Composed mostly of little dresses with splashes of colors, like neon yellow and kelly green seen above, these pieces will be in your closet forever. 

Its like a room full of people but no bodies there.

Check out this neat website- Gargyle 
its a showroom based out of Brooklyn (this is the online boutique) and the whole backbone idea is a country club lifestyle from back in the day. Think Lacoste meets Balenciaga. Preppy but avant-garde. 
And check out the shoe section for a killer sale!

Nose your blow vs. blow your nose.

If you're anything like me, and your sick of your drugs coming loose in your handbag and getting the interior of your bag high, then this pouch is perfect for you.  If you buy this, be sure to pick up one for Lindsay Lohan; something like this could be really useful for her car. 

Street smarts.

Found this on the PegLeg website, and I thought it was hilarious.

The sidewalk holds diamonds like a jewelry store case.

Ugh, I know I've been talking about summer a lot lately, but you know those first couple of nice days you get that lead you into spring? Ya, well, they've come and I've got spring fever more than ever. 
Stopped into Kusbi the other day to visit the assholes who work there (whom, of course, I love), and of course left with a new pair of denim shorts just in time for summer.  Nothing says summer lovin' better than buying a new pair of shorts in 40 degree weather! (They'll be tucked away till its possible to wear them without getting pneumonia) 
You can buy Ksubi products on My Catwalk or go visit Madison, Kevin and Stacey at the Ksubi store on Mulberry between Spring and Prince. Tell them I sent you, but don't expect a discount.  

Drug free wednesday

Last night, after talking about it for about a month now, Gavin, Abby and I set off to get our new tattoos. Knowing that my boy Jonny Lennon is decked out in all types of ill ink, I asked his advice. He sent us to Big Steve at Daredevil Tattoo on Ludlow between Stanton and Houston.  Daredevil is a cozy little tattoo parlor, that houses some of NYs best artists.  Be prepared to drop a decent amount of cash (they're artists charge $200/hour) But also know that you'll leave there with a gorgeous life-long tattoo.

Sorry no photos of our tattoos yet, but be on the lookout for the soon to be posted video Gavin took of my painful little scar.
Word of advice: Don't annoy Steve, he'll make you regret it in the chair.

(if you're wondering what we got, Gavin got "XXI" on his hip, Abby got angel wings, a la Nicole Richie, in henna ink on the heel of her foot and I got "je m'en fouts" on my upper ribs. )


Some hearts are true.

Ahhhhhhhh spring is in the air. I just bought my first pair of shorts and sandals, and now I'm ready to switch my winter perfume for something fresh and summery. Below is my list of ways to avoid smelling like shit when the weather gets warm, and everyone sweats. Just think how grateful the person standing next to you on the subway will be when you sit down next to them and don't smell like vomit. 
1. Creed, Virgin Island Water. - if the name doesn't scream "summer", the scent will. 
2. Sud Pacifique, Vanilla Coco - very sweet, try their other fragrances.
3. Le Labo, Neroli 36 - This place is really fucking cool; they mix up your perfume right in front of you, and then put your name and the date it was made on the bottle. Oh, and the scents are all incredible. This is my favorite. 
4. Bond No. 9, Little Italy - I can assure you, this doesn't smell like the street of little Italy at all- on the contrary, it smells like fresh grapefruits, oranges and mangos, and vanilla undertones. uh-mazing. (Thanks, Maxi) 


The cats out of the bag.

I usually hate Louis Vuitton unless its about 20 years old, and nearly falling apart. But this little clutch from the new vintage inspired collection is awesome, and is reminiscent of my aunts faded LV trunks. 
Now if someone will only give me the $1,780 to shell out for this puppy, I'd rock it all summer long. 

Now you're all gone, got your make-up on, and you're not coming back.

I'm on spring break- and since I've been home in Philly, I've done the following things:
1. Hair colored, x 4 (finally back to black).
2. Hair Cut
3. Family lunch with my dads side.
4. Lunch with my step-dad
5. Funny Games with Mom (who's eyes were shut during 75% of the movie)
6. Got a new cell phone
7. Avoided phone calls from people I don't feel like seeing
8. Tried to convince my parents to take me to Italy with them
9. Tried to convince my brother to convince my parents to go to Italy with them
10. Slept. Especially during family dinners.

And lastly, yesterday my Grammy and I went up to Best Buy, and I purchased the complete DVD set of Freaks & Geeks.  And yes, its awesome. I've even got my 16 year old brother, who definitely surpassed the 80's by 10 years, into it. Last night we watched the first disk and to be honest, I'm not sure the box will make it back to NY unwatched. Its addicting. 
My next purchase? Duh. My So Called Life.



Check out this friggin' awesome new blog that I'm freshly addicted to:

Sign, sealed, delivered.

Sorry for my recent lack of posts- I recently went Redhead, and all the chemicals have seeped into my brain and caused me to not be able to function properly. Oh, and I got a bad haircut. 
Im going back to black on Friday, a la Amy Winehouse.
Anywho, I was recently on NotCot and I found this fancy fort, called a Nomad Yurt. Im not sure there's a difference other than this is exactly what my child's mind imagined the ultimate play house or fort would look like; yet I don't think anyone actually thought it up. 
So here I am, a 20 year old child, drooling over this play house. Can you imagine all the drugs that would be done in here? Its like a Bonnaroo tent meets the Taj Mahal. 


Is jail the new rehab?

Fashion is going in odd directions these days. See previous Fendi do-it-yourself bag, for example.  And Chanel's runway show proved that there still are such things as fashion-firsts. 
Poking fun of DUI-plagued celebrities everywhere, Karl Lagerfeld has created the perfect accessory by way of house arrest anklets.  These micro-ankle-bags probably fits lipstick, keys and a credit card (not that a crackhead needs much else) and fits securely to the ankle so you can dance and frolic without worrying about that bitch stealing your bag that you just threw on the couch. 
So if the question is would you wear a Chanel house arrest anklet? 
Baby, would I EVER.

(Thank you Lindsay Lohan for being an inspiration to all of us)

Do It Yourself.

I guess growing up without TV (other than the occasional Court TV or History Channel) made me pretty crafty. Forced to constantly come up with new ways to entertain myself, I often turned to the traditional arts and crafts. Ie: giving my Barbie's haircuts, giving my dog pedicures, butchering my clothing and paint-by-numbers.

Well, Fendi has taken crafts corner to a new level with their new Paint-Your-Own Baguette.

For $1,300 you get to be your very own Pollock or Picasso, and draw all over your blank Fendi Baguette with the 10 Pantone markers they've included. 
Afterwards, you and your neighbors can play manhunt or kick-the-can and make sand art in your parents basement.  Leave it to Fendi to revert you back to a 2nd grader.


You don't have to do this, you know.

Cobe got a SAG dvd of No Country For Old Men, so last night I buckled down to watch the over-hyped Oscar-winning flick. Most people I talked to raved about it, citing Javier Bardem's performance, but all I saw was a lack of character development in anyones performance, but his. Overall, I really didn't like the movie- I thought it disturbing and the plot thin. I would hardly compare it to There Will Be Blood, which in my opinion, should have taken home that golden statue for best picture.

Above is my favorite scene from No Country.

And I remember counting down until the year would be done, so I could scatter all my notebooks on the prepschool lawn.

Its about this time of year when I would start making calendars in my history notebooks, x-ing out each day as it came closer to summer, which naturally meant freedom. And today, even though its still 45 degrees out, the sun coming through my window makes me feel like its nearly summer.

And summer time means breaking out grand-ma's vintage Hermes scarves!! So in the spirit of all things spring and summer, visit the site and check out the new collection of vintage-inspired scarves and whatever other fun things you can find.

Cigarettes and speed for living, sleeping pills to feel forgiven.

Living in Manhattan for the past 3 years has got me feeling like I've lived here my whole life, for I've certainly longed to. And, within those 3 years, I've discovered places in the city that even my Manhattan-ite friends have never been to or heard of. But it took a visit from my boy, born in San Francisco and currently living in Pittsburgh, to introduce me to my favorite New York coffee place.

Ninth Street Espresso is a place that you would walk by a million times without stopping in. A little, nondescript store front on east 9th street, between avenues C & D that brews by far the best coffee I've yet to taste in Manhattan. The coffee is strong and fragrant, the cappuccinos are perfect, the lattes frothy and the mocha's are made with a bitter chocolate (don't expect Starbucks, babe).

According to their website, they're opening a 3rd location in the east village on 10th street. And for those of you who insist on living on the west side (gag me), they have a stand in the Chelsea market so you can get your fix too.

Don't forget to try their cookies; they're as good as the coffee.


Gives new meaning to the term "trick or treat".

What's the big deal about Absinthe? I remember the first time I tried the green, licorice-y crap- I nearly had alcohol poisoning and did the walls melt into each other and did I see wonderful colors? No, I just puked in a bathtub while my boyfriend held my hair back.
And what's with the whole process of burning the sugar with a spoon and mixing it with water, yada yada yada; I'm trying to get plastered, not shoot up green heroin.

So, even though Absinthe and I aren't old friends (are you noticing a pattern of my hatred for green-things?), I do love candy, and these Absinthe flavored lollypops are the best things to come on a stick since corn dogs.

According to the website they're made of real, legal Absinthe.  Can't you imagine the look on your parents faces when you stick these little babies in the trick or treat bags of your neighbors kids? 

Pretty soon they're going to start making cocaine you can drink!
Oh, wait- they already did.

(Thanks, McCallan!)

To An Athlete Dying Young by A.E. Housman, 1859.

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.


The luck of the irish.

St Pattys day is apparently coming up- this literally means nothing to me because I'm not Irish, and I don't particularly like drunk-Irish men wearing loads of green, talking in faux-Irish accents. Actually, I can't think of much else that I dislike more than that.. 
BUT, I do LOVE holidays that allow you to get off from work or school, and Guiness is trying to make that happen with their petition to make St. Patrick's day an official holiday. Sign the petition and maybe next year you won't be stuck in an office or classroom, whilst the rest of the world gets bloody wasted at 11am. 

Less common, more sense.

The photo above is product of what happens when you're bored, scanning photographers portfolios at your internship: you start to draw puzzle pieces which quickly turns chaos. 
Also, you read silly websites like the one Miranda July made for her new book, "No one belongs here more than you do".  I am only promoting this because her name is Miranda (and is mine as well) and I was born in July. And I think thats cool.  Also because her website is nothing short of hilarious.
Ok more scanning, less blogging. 


You shouldn't forget the importance of entertainment.

Finding the editorial page in a fashion magazine is like finding Chanel at Walmart, errr.. a needle in a haystack. So, I never bother to look for them. Thats why it came as a surprise when I found 2, NOT ONE but 2 interviews with Brady Corbet. First in March '08 I-D and then a joint interview with Brady and Michael Pitt talking about Funny Games, the remake of Michael Hanekes movie, set to come out this summer. 
You may remember the coming-of-age-movie-gone-wrong, Thirteen (2003) with Evan Rachel Wood, pre Marilyn Manson. Brady stars as Wood's brother, and plays a more complex role in Mysterious Skin, with Joseph Gordon-Levitt.  Both movies are worth skipping 6th period french class to see, which was what I did for Thirteen when it came out. (Evan Rachel Wood making out with equally hot Nikki Reed? Fucking hot.)

Anyway, check out the trailer for Funny Games and be on the lookout for more work by Corbet (rhymes with sorbet), 'cause he's a brilliant and talented kid. And yes, at 19 years old, you can still call him a kid. 

You may remember Brady from 

Just imagine all the time we could kill.

These posts are long overdue- sorry to those of you who actually visit my blog.. So anyway, I'm talking to my friend today who has a show tonight and he mentions how we're gonna drink hot toddies before since a little liquid courage and some throat coat never hurt anyone before singing. 
So I decided to post some good recipes. My personal favorite is a classic honey, lemon, whiskey and hot water.
you need:
-1 1/2 oz. whiskey
-1 oz. honey
-1/3 oz. lemon juice
- 3 oz. hot water
I would recommend using more or less whiskey depending on what you're using this for.  This is also a great recipe for a good night sleep- puts me to bed immediately. 

Here are a few other ways to prepare hot toddies:

And simply garnish with a cinnamon stick... 
or something.