2.26.2010
2.24.2010
The Genuine Gentleman on the Infamous Penis Pants
Yes!!!! Finally, another way to compensate for a small penis.
I mean, you have the classic ways to compensate for a small penis:
· Big Boat
· Huge Truck
· Corvette
· Enormous biceps with a sweet arm band tattoo
and now PENIS PANTS.
(Designer Isabel Mastache kicked off Madrid Fashion Week with her avant-garde, penis trousers for men.)
Penis Pants? Really, Penis Pants? I have never thought of myself as a fashion forward gentleman but I have almost always understood the trends until now! These pants are utterly reDICKulous.
Imagine yourself at the bar, trying to get a drink and you feel this thing on your hip. First you don’t mind because the bar is super crowded and you are trying to get your drink on. As you try to ignore it the bar gets more crowded and the thing continues to rub up against you. Seconds become minutes and now you can’t understand what is bumping into you. You look down and see a fabric covered dick on your leg! What the F! You know what happens next.
Penis Pants? Do we need these? I already assume that every man has one. Just go to the gym and head to the locker room. You will see plenty of penises just hanging out there but that is what I expect when I change. I just don’t need to be sitting in a meeting and have some banker walk into the room with a cloth dick just hanging there.
God, can you imagine your dad wearing these!
Keep checking The.Well.Set for more Genuine Gentleman articles. The image in your head of your dad in the dick pants will haunt you for the rest of the day. ENJOY!
Naomi Campbell Shockingly Still a Biatch
Photo: Gareth Cattermole/Getty Images, Thomas Concordia /WireImage
After the very sad passing of Alexander McQueen his staff started immediately recalling all of the Spring 2010 samples they'd sent out in preparation for London Fashion Week. His loving staff did this to protect his legacy and insure that none of the pieces were misused for personal gain.
Naomi Campbell, not surprisingly, kept the samples and has been wearing them despite his staff's wishes. I understand that yes, she is Naomi Campbell and yes, that they were, possibly, close friends but this just seems off. Return the dresses Naomi! You aren't fooling anyone this isn't about fashion darling McQueen- it's all about you. Boo on you.
But, what else would you expect from a person that beats their assistants with cell phones? What a j.e.r.k.
2.23.2010
Free Music Courtesy of the Lovely Jordan Jeffus
2.19.2010
The Pope's Top 10 Albums of All Time?
According to this site, the Vatican daily paper, L'Osservatore Romano, has started dabbling in pop culture. Drum roll please: The Top 10 albums are, in no particular order:
Interesting, no?The Beatles' "Revolver"
Pink Floyd's "The Dark Side of the Moon"
Oasis' "(What's the Story) Morning Glory?"
Michael Jackson's "Thriller"
U2's "Achtung Baby"
Fleetwood Mac's "Rumours"
Donald Fagen's "The Nightfly"
Carlos Santana's "Supernatural"
Paul Simon's "Graceland"
David Crosby's "If I Could Only Remember My Name."
Straight Pimpin': "I'm Talking About Mountain Dews Baby"
"I'm talking Mountain Dews Baby!" -What do you think the CNN reporter thought of that? Priceless.
I know, I am geeking out a lot right now, but my adolescent angst was steeped in snowboarding in New Mexico: I was one of those uni-sexual snowboarders (you saw the girls right? you couldn't tell what they were once the helmet was on) falling down continuously- one time I face planted so bad my board hit me in the back of the head while it was still attached to my feet {yes, I called it 'my board'} and knocked my sunglasses off my face.
It's real hard.
Needless to say, I appreciate and respect Shaun's talent. You need to watch his gold medal victory lap below. It is spectacular.
2.16.2010
WTF: Where do you even get stickers like this?
At first glance you might think, "ah, this sticker is cute." If you think this then you obviously did not take the time to mentally process/count the cats in this pic. So, let's do it together: one dog, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 regular sized/live cats, one dead cat {ahem, the halo} and one very large cat named Sadie who is apparently larger than the human daughter of the family. What exactly are they feeding that cat?!
When you're younger everything your parents do is generally embarrassing and you are just overly sensitive, but this one truly takes the cake. Now I like cats as much as the next hipster-impostor-20-something-female, but I think if this was my childhood vehicle I'd fire this at my parents: "Please take that ridiculous sticker down, now everyone knows that you could be on Hoarders and our house smells like cat pee. I hate you!"
Happy Mardi Gras!
Missing NOLA this Mardi Gras. There is truly no place like New Orleans. The glitter, the androgyny, the camaraderie, and of course the ever present red solo cups for people's roadies.
Wishing I was there and not here at my desk. There's no place like New Orleans, there's no place like New Orleans, there's no place...
Except for Vegas. My two debauchery centered loves:
Vegas & Nola.
2.11.2010
John Renaud on Losing More Than Just a Fashion Icon
When I heard the news this morning of the death of Alexander McQueen I was in shock. I could not believe what I was reading. I’m used to the deaths of celebrities and people I had admired but this felt like I was being told a close family member had died. Someone you know, and expect to always be there. It hurt. I felt sick, and the room started to spin a little. The inevitable “why?” came over my mind. I felt angry and sad and alone. But, I knew I wasn’t the only one feeling that way.
To thousands of the world’s designers, Alexander McQueen was more than just another label hanging on the racks at Neiman’s. He was our leader. He was, in essence, the guy every designer wanted to be. His unprecedented talent, creativity, and execution left other designers shaking in their boots. His innovative approach to fashion design put him on the map, mixing classic tailoring with modern concepts and dark undertones. His execution was always flawless and he did things with materials that most thought would be impossible. He didn’t just push the limits of fashion, he pushed them right through the window.
Every one of his shows was as meaningful and important as any artist hanging in the Met, MOMA, or the Louvre. His ventures into robotics, holograms, video, and giant chessboards were as creative as his clothes. The designer’s ability to merge fashion and technology was inconceivable. He always did it first, and he always did it the best. There was no denying that. His showmanship was the most original of any fashion designer ever. He aimed for the stars and he brought down the galaxy. Every time.
McQueen’s clothing was the most original and inspiring work of any designer in the last two hundred years. McQueen, in the midst of 90’s minimalism, brought to the fashion world a mix of extreme futuristic concepts, Edwardian tailoring, classic sensibility, and a blatant sexual charge that only he could do right. When you look at the McQueen archives, you couldn’t date the stuff he did twenty years ago from the stuff he showed last fall: McQueen was timeless, in everything he did. He balanced every one of his collections so that every woman could be a McQueen girl. He is the only designer I have ever seen that had such a universal appeal to so many different body types and ages. The legendary Isabella Blow, Beth Ditto, and Lady Gaga were all frequent clients of McQueen. This diversity of appeal is what made a McQueen collection so brilliant to look at. There was the body conscious, the relaxed, the sleek, the messy, the sexy, the flamboyant and the tailored all mixed together to create a collection that spoke to everyone who watched. And it was always so powerful. His messages never were subtle, never simple, but you always understood what he was saying with his clothing.
He was quoted as saying,
“... I believe in that one-on-one sell. I don't really believe in flooding the market with loads of goods that don't mean much, and (you) lose your identity.” McQueen’s words speak to his honesty, his integrity, and his vision, all of which he was successful in building his empire on. He proved that fashion could be sell-able and unique.
Most of all I will miss him because, like many designers, he made me want to get into fashion. As a kid in West Texas I remember going through W and British Vogue magazine at the local Barnes and Noble studying every one of his pieces that made it into the photo shoots. He understood a woman’s body so well. He did it so successfully and always in a unique and new way. I knew what I wanted to do, because of McQueen. For me, I feel like I have just lost my teacher. I feel like I have just lost the man who showed me my path in life and what I needed to do. I never met McQueen, and I am absolutely positive he had no idea who I am, but Alexander McQueen meant so much more to me than I can put in words.
To be honest, I don’t care to know how he did it, why he did it, or anything else about his death. Right now, it’s just too much to try and comprehend. McQueen was a genius and I know his passion will live on somehow. I prefer, instead to think of the image of him taking his bow at his remarkable Spring 2010 show. He walks out among the giant video screen, lifts one arm sluggishly and waves to the crowd. People scream and cheer as he does a quick polite bow (more of a nod really). He turns to his right and makes a slight awkward smirk and then scuffles offstage behind the long line of models, out of site of the crowd. Into darkness he goes, one last time.
McQueen, thank you. Thank you for everything you gave this world, the industry, and me.
RIP Alexander McQueen
Alexander McQueen found dead at home
By RAPHAEL G. SATTER Associated Press Writer © 2010 The Associated Press
Feb. 11, 2010, 10:28AM
LONDON — British fashion designer Alexander McQueen was found dead at his London home on Thursday, his spokeswoman said. He was 40 years old.
Company spokeswoman Samantha Garrett said McQueen's body was discovered in the morning but that she had no information "in terms of circumstances." Police did not directly comment when asked about how McQueen died, but said the death was not being treated as suspicious.
Known for his dramatic statement pieces and impeccable tailoring, McQueen received recognition from Queen Elizabeth II in 2003, when she made him a Commander of the British Empire for his fashion leadership.
"McQueen influenced a whole generation of designers. His brilliant imagination knew no bounds as he conjured up collection after collection of extraordinary designs," said Alexandra Shulman, the editor of British Vogue.
"At one level he was a master of the fantastic, creating astounding fashions shows that mixed design, technology and performance and on another he was a modern day genius whose gothic aesthetic was adopted by women the world over."
He received his training at the Central St. Martin's College of Art and Design, long recognized for its fashion-forward approach and encouragement of young designers.
McQueen worked for traditional Savile Row tailors Anderson and Sheppard and also Gieves and Hawkes before branching out into his own more theatrical designs.
He became chief designer at the renowned Givenchy house in 1996 and moved to Gucci as creative director in 2001.
His runway shows — more often like performance pieces because they were so dramatic, and sometimes, bizarre — were always a highlight during the Paris ready-to-wear fashion week.
One of his previous collections included a show built around the concept of cycling, with models donning extravagance headwear made out of trash. His last collection, shown in October in Paris, featured extravagant and highly structured cocktail dresses.
His edgy creations have been seen on numerous red carpets, worn by celebrities including Lady Gaga, Sandra Bullock, and Cameron Diaz.
His work was widely praised in New York City on Thursday by fashion writers leaving the BCBG show, the opener at New York Fashion Week at Bryant Park.
Hal Rubenstein, a fashion director for InStyle magazine, said McQueen started out tough and angry — in his work and attitude — but softened over time as he felt more appreciated by the industry. McQueen, he said, was a master of integration of technology into fashion.
"He changed the way so many of us see shows," said Rubenstein
Cindy Weber Cleary, another of the magazine's fashion directors, said of McQueen: "He was a huge talent, a master of tailoring and always willing to push the envelope. He was forward thinking."
Cindi Leive, editor in chief of Glamour magazine, said: "Everyone in this tent is shocked. ... He was obviously incredibly talented and had a creative energy. There was a real sense of energy in everything he did.
Leive said he was "always extreme" in his collections.
McQueen's death came days before London Fashion Week, although McQueen was not scheduled to show in the British capital.
Fashion guru Isabella Blow, who helped launch McQueen's career, committed suicide almost three years ago.
2.10.2010
Kell on Earth: Reminder of Why You Pursued a Real Job
I hope you all have enjoyed Kell on Earth as much as I have these last two weeks. She is a mess. Her office is a mess. Her staff is a mess. The shows she produces are messes. It is TV genius. I can't get enough. Not to mention, it really helps me gain perspective on why I decided not to pursue my fashion dreams in NYC. Statements like this are ludicrous I know, but really, what job satisfaction is there in getting yelled at all the time by a crazy incense burning boss?
First of all, the staff in the People's Revolution office are somewhat incompetent and its always exists in the state of cluster f*ck. Is this how all of the fashion world is? Well, I am glad that I dodged that bullet because that looks stressful and inefficient. The two things I hate most in my work life are stress and inefficiency (thank you boss who shall remain nameless).
Secondly, the ungodly clothes of the office... Ugh.
Perhaps "fugh" is more appropriate to say here? Me thinks so.
This picture speaks for itself:
Evidently, the office goes by the
same dress code as summer camp.
Photo: Courtesy of Bravo
Without further ado, I present to you the NYMag's always hilarious view of this conundrum of a show... Pretty hilarious:
Last night on Kell on Earth, Chado Ralph Rucci fired Kelly Cutrone. The episode picked up this week with the burgeoning IT disaster in the People's Revolution office. The printer wasn't printing seating assignments for 30 percent of the Chado Ralph Rucci list. Though Kelly blames the tech issues for the disastrous seating situation, the glitch seems like was only one of the many problems that led to her firing. Kelly's staff had some sort of backup system in place to hand out seats, but people made it into the tent without assignments anyway. And everyone got upset within an inch of their lives over all of it. Oh NO! The list is ALL MESSED UP! No one stopped to remind themselves it's just a list — sometimes we put to-dos on them! And groceries we need to buy! — or that the Third World War brewing in the office is just over postage stamps and paper bags. And so begins our summation of Cutrone's Hierarchy of Personality Traits from last night's episode.
HOOKERS
• Stefanie Skinner, who has completely sold her soul to People’s Revolution and Fashion Week. She walks into work with blinders on, failing to allow for the possibility that the cause she is working for — lists and seating charts for fashion shows — is so empty and insignificant that it needn’t bother her at the core level if shit goes wrong. But instead she has taken cues from the elders around her and absorbed The Fear that if something goes wrong with the Chado Ralph Rucci list and seating arrangements, her life and the world will end. The Fear has consumed the bubbly personality it’s not hard to imagine she once had. Now she is a shell of a person with no soul and no sense of self, who really believes she hasn’t had time to put on makeup in three weeks as the skin around her eye sockets disturbingly darkens with each passing minute. If she hadn’t completely sold out to People’s Revolution she would realize that yes, she can put on makeup! Yes, she cancan walk in the sunlight and feel the rays on her skin! Hooking is a dangerous thing.
• Everyone who tried to sneak into the Chado Ralph Rucci show, for believing in New York’s faux smile! Yes, she tiers of social importance. They don’t care about seeing Chado Ralph Rucci (they won’t see shit in the standing section anyway), they just want to be able to tell their friends at 1Oak later that they went to Fashion Week.
BITCHES
• Kelly, for yelling her head off at the interns for doing the gift bags wrong. On the one hand, okay, how should they know how the gift bags are supposed to be done if Stephanie Vorhees never told them? But if they’ve seen every gift bag leave the showroom a certain way, shouldn’t they know the labeling method? But we’re siding with them, because they’re gift-bag labels and who cares. Is it really cause for Kelly’s outburst? “I have worked my ass off for twelve fucking years to build this company. Do not make one fucking decision about my clients,” she screams. “This isn’t college, this is hundreds of millions of dollars of people’s money.” Or, you know, jeans in paper bags.
• Emily, who tells Stephanie Vorhees to go sit down in her chair after she messes up intern scheduling. Telling a grown person to go sit down in their chair in an office is as embarrassing for the person who does it as the person who obeys.
• Kelly, who had no sympathy for the model who collapsed at the Genetic Denim presentation. The set for the show consisted of Swarovski crystals hanging from the ceiling by clear thread or something. Anyway, the ambulance had to come and save the model. Kelly went outside to tell them to turn their sirens off so people don’t think what’s going on in the show is a big disaster. Except, hello? The show was a big disaster. Jeggings were the star garment, a model fainted, the set looked cheap, and we didn’t even see very many people there. Frankly, everyone involved in organizing it missed out on the publicity they would have gotten if the world had known during Fashion Week that model had collapsed. Bloggers eat that shit up.
EGOMANIACS
• Ralph Rucci, who surprisingly agreed to appear in a reality show about office drama, 20-year-olds who argue about finding postage stamps, and a fortysomething-year-old who yells at her interns for writing on shopping bags.
• Kelly, for doing her job for the cameras rather than her client. Rucci is freaking out backstage, and tells Kelly he needs everyone to get away from him. When managing the backstage press, she orders photographers from Elle and V to “stand over in that corner as far away from him as possible.” She’s clearly stressed with the seating chart DISASTER but relishes doing her favorite thing, bossing people around. No wonder Rucci is so stressed, since Kelly is the stressiest person on the planet.
• Kelly, for forcing her interns to let her talk to their parents on the phone. She thinks that this gesture — though actually sick — makes her a good, kind boss. After the aforementioned outburst, she tells poor Irish Tim’s mother, “I have not been kind to him. I'm actually destroying him and rebuilding him.” Mom responds, “Thank you so much for everything you’ve done.” Sick!
• Kelly, for lighting incense to spiritually cleanse the office. Oh, how eccentric these fashion people are. Isn’t that something.
• Andrew, for thinking he's special enough to go to work with his chest hair spilling everywhere.
DOLTS
• Kelly, for kicking people out of their seats when they didn’t have seating assignments to begin with. Kelly re-seats one man in a suit who said he sat in the front row because Rosina, Ralph Rucci’s PR person, told him to sit there. We’ve seen Kelly kick people out of their seats for reporters before. She seems to love the power, but forgets to share it with her clients, which is probably one reason she got fired.
• Emily, for shouting over the crowd waiting to get into Chado Ralph Rucci to ask if any of them had legitimate seating assignments. Well, this is great publicity! Just announce to the entire tents that no one who was invited showed up!
• Stephanie Vorhees, who can’t seem to do anything, yet somehow made it through school as a finance major. As Andrew says, “Vorhees is just one of those people who never ran into many problems in her life. She just pranced around in her dresses and got asked out left and right.”
• Andrew, for telling Stefanie Skinner he’s so busy and exhausted he didn’t even take a shower that morning. They sit like a foot apart. Someone who wears black sequined nun’s habits all summer should bathe twice a day, minimum.
Read more here.
HOOKERS
• Stefanie Skinner, who has completely sold her soul to People’s Revolution and Fashion Week. She walks into work with blinders on, failing to allow for the possibility that the cause she is working for — lists and seating charts for fashion shows — is so empty and insignificant that it needn’t bother her at the core level if shit goes wrong. But instead she has taken cues from the elders around her and absorbed The Fear that if something goes wrong with the Chado Ralph Rucci list and seating arrangements, her life and the world will end. The Fear has consumed the bubbly personality it’s not hard to imagine she once had. Now she is a shell of a person with no soul and no sense of self, who really believes she hasn’t had time to put on makeup in three weeks as the skin around her eye sockets disturbingly darkens with each passing minute. If she hadn’t completely sold out to People’s Revolution she would realize that yes, she can put on makeup! Yes, she cancan walk in the sunlight and feel the rays on her skin! Hooking is a dangerous thing.
• Everyone who tried to sneak into the Chado Ralph Rucci show, for believing in New York’s faux smile! Yes, she tiers of social importance. They don’t care about seeing Chado Ralph Rucci (they won’t see shit in the standing section anyway), they just want to be able to tell their friends at 1Oak later that they went to Fashion Week.
BITCHES
• Kelly, for yelling her head off at the interns for doing the gift bags wrong. On the one hand, okay, how should they know how the gift bags are supposed to be done if Stephanie Vorhees never told them? But if they’ve seen every gift bag leave the showroom a certain way, shouldn’t they know the labeling method? But we’re siding with them, because they’re gift-bag labels and who cares. Is it really cause for Kelly’s outburst? “I have worked my ass off for twelve fucking years to build this company. Do not make one fucking decision about my clients,” she screams. “This isn’t college, this is hundreds of millions of dollars of people’s money.” Or, you know, jeans in paper bags.
• Emily, who tells Stephanie Vorhees to go sit down in her chair after she messes up intern scheduling. Telling a grown person to go sit down in their chair in an office is as embarrassing for the person who does it as the person who obeys.
• Kelly, who had no sympathy for the model who collapsed at the Genetic Denim presentation. The set for the show consisted of Swarovski crystals hanging from the ceiling by clear thread or something. Anyway, the ambulance had to come and save the model. Kelly went outside to tell them to turn their sirens off so people don’t think what’s going on in the show is a big disaster. Except, hello? The show was a big disaster. Jeggings were the star garment, a model fainted, the set looked cheap, and we didn’t even see very many people there. Frankly, everyone involved in organizing it missed out on the publicity they would have gotten if the world had known during Fashion Week that model had collapsed. Bloggers eat that shit up.
EGOMANIACS
• Ralph Rucci, who surprisingly agreed to appear in a reality show about office drama, 20-year-olds who argue about finding postage stamps, and a fortysomething-year-old who yells at her interns for writing on shopping bags.
• Kelly, for doing her job for the cameras rather than her client. Rucci is freaking out backstage, and tells Kelly he needs everyone to get away from him. When managing the backstage press, she orders photographers from Elle and V to “stand over in that corner as far away from him as possible.” She’s clearly stressed with the seating chart DISASTER but relishes doing her favorite thing, bossing people around. No wonder Rucci is so stressed, since Kelly is the stressiest person on the planet.
• Kelly, for forcing her interns to let her talk to their parents on the phone. She thinks that this gesture — though actually sick — makes her a good, kind boss. After the aforementioned outburst, she tells poor Irish Tim’s mother, “I have not been kind to him. I'm actually destroying him and rebuilding him.” Mom responds, “Thank you so much for everything you’ve done.” Sick!
• Kelly, for lighting incense to spiritually cleanse the office. Oh, how eccentric these fashion people are. Isn’t that something.
• Andrew, for thinking he's special enough to go to work with his chest hair spilling everywhere.
DOLTS
• Kelly, for kicking people out of their seats when they didn’t have seating assignments to begin with. Kelly re-seats one man in a suit who said he sat in the front row because Rosina, Ralph Rucci’s PR person, told him to sit there. We’ve seen Kelly kick people out of their seats for reporters before. She seems to love the power, but forgets to share it with her clients, which is probably one reason she got fired.
• Emily, for shouting over the crowd waiting to get into Chado Ralph Rucci to ask if any of them had legitimate seating assignments. Well, this is great publicity! Just announce to the entire tents that no one who was invited showed up!
• Stephanie Vorhees, who can’t seem to do anything, yet somehow made it through school as a finance major. As Andrew says, “Vorhees is just one of those people who never ran into many problems in her life. She just pranced around in her dresses and got asked out left and right.”
• Andrew, for telling Stefanie Skinner he’s so busy and exhausted he didn’t even take a shower that morning. They sit like a foot apart. Someone who wears black sequined nun’s habits all summer should bathe twice a day, minimum.
Read more here.
2.09.2010
Free Indie Music Downloads
Despite the fact that my boyfriend thinks I only like music because it is new, I wanted to share some free music downloads from band that are, aghast, newish to me and yes, I do like them. This is all coming from a man who prefers the oldies of his youth, but can't help but jam to Animal Collective when he hears it enough...
GOWNS(artists Erika Anderson, Ezra Buchla, and Corey Fogel) final release, at a startling 17 minutes long, "Stand and Encounter," is a song that is supposedly comprised of what made them so famous. Here's their description from their blog:
"At 17 minutes long, it’s a good representation of everyone doing the best of what they do best: it’s got Corey’s frenetic yet graceful drum patterns, Ezra’s swelling viola drones, a rhythmic and powerful guitar line, and a vocal and lyrical style that is at once direct and oblique."
In the spirit of "you don't know what you got 'til it's gone" here's their final performance a la free download here.
In preparation for the Brian Jonestown Massacre's tenth album's (Who Killed Sgt. Pepper?) arrival on Feb. 23rd they've released the first single free and easy and you can download it here. I, naturally, do their latest release zero justice, so please read what the lovelies at RCRD LBL had to say about it:
"Let's go fucking mental" is sort of a moot appeal for California's infamous and storied psych collective The Brian Jonestown Massacre, because we've come to expect them to flip their wigs with relative ease and frequency (no shots, though!). Musically, this one isn't all that nuts–its encircling fuzz clouds and heavy limbed drumming are more drugged desert sojourn than spastic freak-out–but really there are few, if any, bands we'd rather lead us on such a voyage."
2.08.2010
The (Un)Domesticated Diva Strikes Again
By Jackie Hamilton, Austin, Texas
Taking the trash out, laundry, dishes, bills (major yuck!), cleaning my room…the amount of chores an almost grown up has to do seems almost endless. Everyone has their least favorite one. For me, laundry wins the Worst Chore in the World Prize. I don’t know what it is about it, but I put it off for as long as possible. Don’t tell anyone, but I might secretly wait so long to do laundry that I resort to either a. wearing swimsuit bottoms as underwear or b. buying new underwear to put off the daunting task a few more days.
When the time comes that my laundry basket is so overfilled and I no longer have clean clothes or towels, I grudgingly make my piles and begin the laundry task. Unfortunately, due to my vast amount of laziness, when I do wash my towels, they make their trip in the washing machine and usually call it their new home for the next few days. Well, for those of you who are not expert laundresses, if you leave wet towels in the washing machine for a period of time, they will eventually begin to mildew. Surprisingly, just washing them again on hot does NOT get rid of the mildew or the smell. (Mmmm, nothing like being clean and drying off with something that smells like it has lived at the SAE house after Foam- SICK)
Tired of my boyfriend constantly making fun of me and my poor, sick towels, I decided to do something about it (I really hope he isn’t reading this and discovering that the more he hounds me, the greater the chances I will do what he wants). He suggested I try to use Color-Safe Bleach (What? They make color-safe bleach? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of bleach?) I was really excited to try this out. To my dismay, my towels didn’t smell any different. What is the purpose of this color-safe bleach? I still have no idea! Not only that, but that was the only kind of detergent we had for awhile and I’m pretty sure I am allergic to it. Itchy, itchy, itchy.
The only other solution I could come up with was to suck it up and buy all new towels. After my TJ MAXX/lunch excursion and $70 later (I like to have a lot of towels on hand- our apartment is pretty much a hotel during football season- I prefer to call it “ J&S Chalet” but that’s up for discussion), I was telling my coworker about my debacle. She had a great solution for me… Pine Sol! Just add a ¼ to ½ cup with regular detergent in the wash and tada! They came out lemony fresh! Not only do I smell good but so do my towels! Yay! Here’s to being so fresh and so clean, clean…
2.05.2010
Hilarious: Simpsons & College Football Comparisons
The Discriminating Gourmand
Two of my favorite things: The Simpsons and College Football. This can’t miss! The list is a little old but still surprisingly accurate. This blog compares college football programs to Simpson’s characters. Following is just a taste, hit the link for the whole list - and to find out who Texas is…
South Carolina: Edna Krabappel
Like Edna, the Gamecocks have gone a long time with very little to celebrate, and they've gotten used to crushing disappointment. Yet there's that kinda-sexy, kinda-trashy thing about both of them that tell you she could be really hot if only the right guy with the initials SS -- be it Seymour Skinner or Steve Spurrier -- came along.
Arkansas: Groundskeeper Willie
A loner, an outsider, a funny-talkin' sort who comes off as just plain weird to most other people. Yet there's just something indescribably dangerous about them that can be counted on to rear its ugly head every once in a while.
Notre Dame: Montgomery Burns
Been around since the beginning of time; the amount of money and power he controls is massive, absurd, and quite frankly, a little scary. The kind of guy everyone in town loves to hate -- but they'd switch places with him in half a second.
Texas A&M: Disco Stu
Once upon a time, both Stu and TAMU were forces to be reckoned with. Now they are sad shells of their former selves, regarded mostly with head-shaking derision.
Michigan: Kent Brockman
Huge television draws both, and because of that, you just can't quite get away from either the Wolverines or Brockman; they demand your attention. Yet neither is quite as relevant as they think. At least three losses in six straight seasons? Now, at the risk of being unpopular, this reporter places the blame for all of this squarely on YOU, the viewers.
Georgia Tech: Comic Book Guy
This one I shouldn't really have to explain.
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Your Feet Will Thank Me: Wedges the "It" Shoe for Spring 2010
Finally, a shoe that is wearable on a regular basis that won't make you walk like a cripple the morning after. Yes, those "I Am Woman Hear Me Roar" shoes are still around, think combat boot-spikes-gladiator-I'm-gonna-stab-you-with-my-stiletto shoes, but the wedge is "it" for spring and thankfully it is both feminine and comfortable- not to mention available in just about every style/color/price point.I love a good wedge, but I caution you to stay away from anything that is too outdated. Outdated to me is anything that is too chunky, think those wedges/clogs you bought at the Buckle in the year 2000 (insert Conan O'Brian melody here: I'm with COCO)- that includes Chanel's Spring 2010 clogs. There I said it, it feels better once you get it out.
To make sure you get a handle on the modern use of the wedge think sleek, open toe booties or lace up/buckle up sandals (left Vera Wang, Intermix, $350 & right TopShop, $145) . Both look great right now with a skinny jean and an over sized sweater or I adore them with any sort of tailored menswear (personal preference perhaps? Tis the season to steal from your boyfriends ladies!), because they are utilitarian enough that they can be worn in these awkward winter-to-spring months with out looking downright silly (hello stilettos in bad weather aka sprained-ankle-town). 
Enough about shoes (is my potential to be on Hoarders showing yet???). I've pulled some of my favorites from the Spring 2010 (Givenchy right) shows as well as some mortal choices. Happy shopping.
P.S. Please don't wear your wedges with socks (Dior Spring 2010) unless you can pull it off because you are a Japanese tourist...
2.04.2010
Just One More Sign That NYC Fashion Week Has Gone to the Gorillaz
The Jersey Shore Cast May Attend and Model in Fashion Week
Photo: MTV and Bryan Bedder/Getty Images
This season the Kardashians are showing their Bebe line in the Tents. QVC is also staging a fashion show there. Meanwhile, more designers are choosing Milk over the Tents, where the cell-phone reception might be total crap, but the vibe is distinctly more fashion and cool and less overly lip-glossed and cable television. So of course one can expect nothing less than to see the cast of Jersey Shore either sitting front-row at Fashion Week or modeling in a show.
I Want an Elephant
Photograph by William Albert AllardBaby elephants are born big, standing approximately three feet (one meter) tall and weighing 200 pounds (91 kilograms) at birth. They nurse for two to three years, and are fully mature at 9 (females) to 15 (males) years of age.
2.03.2010
The Look for Less: Seeing Stripes this Spring
This spring the nautical look is back and it is showing itself by putting stripes on just about everything. Lucky for you and me, stripes are an easily accessible trend because they are tres simple to find in both high & low shops- and between you and me, they look just about the same no matter how much you pay for them- stripes are stripes and as long as the clothes you wear fit you and aren't two sizes too small (hello muffin top) you are going to look smashing.
But don't get carried away! This is one of those good things that you can get too much of... A little goes a long way.
Lust Worthy: Intermix,
Breton Stripe Sequin Sailor Cardigan, $475
Madison Marcus Silk Top, $198
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