Thursday, April 30, 2009

back to her roots

now, if you readers are anything like me, you'll understand the following post. remember back when leighton meester used to be on entourage? and remember that honey blonde hair she had that just screamed 1999? well apparently it's her natural hair color...

...and she decided to go back to it. spotted, shopping around the streets of LA with this summery new do.

i just want the brunette bevy we see on gossip girl to come back...

...which brings me to another point. ladies, it is very rare that a woman can go from blonde to brunette and back to blonde and being able to pull of both looks. unless of course you are my sister, or cameron diaz. so if you're normally brunette and you want to go blonde for spring, please, think twice.

Did I miss the memo?

Or did fangs suddenly become fashionable?
wildfox couture

karen walker eyewear

i mean as much as i loved the movie Twilight, I don't think I would go this far.

Behind the scenes

with my best friend & favorite make-up artist! she's the best!

stay tuned to see what exactly the photo shoot was for. ;)

I think I just threw up a little...

Paris Hilton had the balls to walk around Robertson Boulevard carrying this HUGE Chewy Vuitton dog bed. I think its gross...but that's my opinion

Also I had to flash back....

to this, an image from Eva's shoot with Steven Meisel for Vogue Italia. I tried to refrain, but I couldn't help it.

Pretty Baby

Eva Mendes featured in Lula Magazine #8.
I love her.
Dont lie,
so do you.
Chloe and Marc Jacobs threads
oh yes.

The First Straw by Jeffrey McDaniel

on the same straw to see whose thirst was stronger,

but then I whiffed the crushed walnuts of your nape,
traced jackals in the snow-covered tombstones of your teeth.

I used to think love was a non-stop saxophone solo
in the lungs, till I hung with you like a pair of sneakers

from a phone line, and you promised to always smell
the rose in my kerosene. I used to think love was terminal

pelvic ballet, till you let me jog beside while you pedaled
all over hell on the menstrual bicycle, your tongue

ripping through my prairie like a tornado of paper cuts.
I used to think love was an old man smashing a mirror

over his knee, till you helped me carry the barbell
of my spirit back up the stairs after my car pirouetted

in the desert. You are my history book. I used to not believe
in fairy tales till I played the dunce in sheep’s clothing

and felt how perfectly your foot fit in the glass slipper
of my ass. But then duty wrapped its phone cord

around my ankle and yanked me across the continent.
And now there are three thousand miles between the u

and s in esophagus. And being without you is like standing
at a cement-filled wall with a roll of Yugoslavian nickels

and making a wish. Some days I miss you so much
I’d jump off the roof of your office building

just to catch a glimpse of you on the way down. I wish
we could trade left eyeballs, so we could always see

what the other sees. But you’re here, I’m there,
and we have only words, a nightly phone call - one chance

to mix feelings into syllables and pour into the receiver,
hope they don’t disassemble in that calculus of wire.

And lately - with this whole war thing - the language machine
supporting it - I feel betrayed by the alphabet, like they’re

injecting strychnine into my vowels, infecting my consonants,
naming attack helicopters after shattered Indian tribes:

Apache, Blackhawk; and West Bank colonizers are settlers,
so Sharon is Davey Crockett, and Arafat: Geronimo,

and it’s the Wild West all over again. And I imagine Picasso
looking in a mirror, decorating his face in war paint,

washing his brushes in venom. And I think of Jenin
in all that rubble, and I feel like a Cyclops with two eyes,

like an anorexic with three mouths, like a scuba diver
in quicksand, like a shark with plastic vampire teeth,

like I’m the executioner’s fingernail trying to reason
with the hand. And I don’t know how to speak love

when the heart is a busted cup filling with spit and paste,
and the only sexual fantasy I have is busting

into the Pentagon with a bazooka-sized pen and blowing
open the minds of generals. And I comfort myself

with the thought that we’ll name our first child Jenin,
and her middle name will be Terezin, and we’ll teach her

how to glow in the dark, and how to swallow firecrackers,
and to never neglect the first straw; because no one

ever talks about the first straw, it’s always the last straw
that gets all the attention, but by then it’s way too late.

remember that...

"The heart has reasons that reason does not understand." - Jacques Benigne Bossuel

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Mario Testino for V59

Here's the preview for V magazine's 59th issue... a teaser for what's to come in the summer swimsuit edition releasing May 6th. The cover girls will include Naomi Campbell, Eva Herzigova, Daria Werbowy, Kate Moss, Gisele Bundchen, and Claudia Schiffer. Mario Testino photographs this issue in it's entirety.

This could possibly make me hate wine...

"It's not just wine, it's a lifestyle" *barf* Christian Audigier needs to get over it. faaassst. But he's definitely got the skills in finding every way possible to market himself. I, however, would rather stick to two-buck-chuck than downing vino out of a "cool" bottle simply because it looks "cool"...thank you very much. If you would like to check it out:


Although I've never been a planner keeper, more of a to-do list-er, if production of this Hermes Contre-Temps agenda happens, I will convert! This thing expands from pocket-size to a full-size diary and boasts all that an iphone has and more. Alexandre Fourn, a French industrial design student, is the smart guy behind this...somebody please hire this man, hand him a big pay check and a pat on the back. Everybody needs an excuse to get it together...this would be mine.

So I have to hold your hand to... the door? Designer Naomi Thellier de Poncheville brings to you a door handle named "hand-le" (produced by Pol's Potten). Naomi Thellier has many other intricate pieces like "water carafe" and her "bottle pots". I find myself investigating their structure like a little kid. All of her product creations have cool ideaology behind them, combining unique designs and practical functions. Additionally, her jewelry is worth checking out and her interior designs are fire. A round of applause please!

Color Outside Inside the Lines

Muse Magazine brings to you Georgina Stojiljkovic; wearing a perfect example of how to piece the menswear look with just enough color to embody Spring, and a touch of feminine texture so that you know she's still a lady. Love cut outs in the shoes so that her flirty socks peek through. Photographer Magnus Unnar, once again, kills it...what else would you expect?

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Fellas beware, I've sharpened my claws...

Vogue Paris

Skinny Bitch's Kool-Aid

Me & K*Starr are HUGE fans of the Crystal Light On-the-go packets. They are virtually calorie-less, simple & easy, have immunity/energy boosts, and they taste just like Kool-Aid. Last night as I was making my self a glass, I decided to dubb it the Skinny Bitch's Kool-Aid.

A new Chloe boutique in LA opened...

Gossip Girl star, Leighton Meester, killed it with this number. On and off screen this female has mad style


Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream within a Dream

Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, to deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less 
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?


billowy top, sequined pants, and a dope tuxedo jacket. Check the boots! 

Okay so...

My Uncle Jack is a Jesuit at Santa Clara University. It was "Bronco week" at SCU (mascot=Broncos) and they brought in a mechanical bull.. Needless to say, the students convinced my Uncle to jump on and although he managed to stay on the entire time, this hilarious pic was captured. Please just remember he's a priest on a bull with a face like this:


If Looks Could Kill...

then you would die.


Simply Beachy

San Franpsycho 
"a universe of fast living, surfing, partying, music, skating, art and more."
Love the on site screen printing they've been doing at their events, I mean getting a shirt made while you party it up? Genius. Also dope shots that make you see a different side of SF water, relaxed threads, and cool films that catch the light of surf/skate culture.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

I believe in a thing called love...

A quick flick from Haute Hippie's Fall '09 Release party. Cashmere, feathers, sequins, silk, and extravagant beading...yes I believe in a thing called love. If you haven't checked out Haute Hippie I suggest you do at, their lookbooks are simple and gorgeous and the clothing is always on point. 

"We are passionate about clothes.  We see them as an essential part of our self-expression.  The clothes we wear say something about the people that we are and the choices that we make in life." - Haute Hippie

Too Young To Be Locked Down

So feeling this one....

Be By Myself - Asher Roth

Alexander McQueen

the draping on this dress is stunning

Givenchy Fall 2009 Accessories

is it just me or does it look like Givenchy's Fall 2009 accessory line-up was inspired by Michael Jackson's Thriller?