Lot's Wife

"Universal Lonliness"

(From left: Yohji Yamamoto's oversized caging, Undercover's disconcerting "execution hood", Viktor & Rolf's fencing mask)
Robin Givhan wrote a fantastic piece earlier this year pulling sense from some of Fall '06's more provocative Ready-to-Wear collections. Unfortunately, the article was written three days before Junya Watanabe marched out his battle-entrenched, damaged models.  If Takahashi's hoods for Undercover evoked some sense of dread, Watanabe's masks were confrontational pieces of wartime horror.
Watanabe's obfuscations are thematically akin to Takahashi's and Yamamoto's, yet are also the  most important of the season's conceptual collections-- a move from the personal to the personal-political, a rigorous and well-executed distinction.
Full text of Givhan's article after the jump.

You're Fucking Kidding Me

(via gawker)

The whole I Am African campaign seems totally OK compared to this fucking bullshit.  I'm HORRIFIED:

 

My Entire Existence Has Been Justified

Isaac Mizrahi on NPR's Wait Wait:

IM: Fat is coming back. Vince Vaughn is so cute and sexy.

Peter Sagal (my boyfriend): Really? I'll have a dozen more donuts, Isaac Mizrahi says it's ok.

IM: Yeah, go for it!  I say, fat is the new black!

Update: another nugget of perfection:

"As a fashion designer, you're just surrounded by people who have so much style that you can't possibly compete with it. And, also think about the SIZE of those girls and boys who model clothes, I mean, they're like, you know, Tomaguchis? Remember, you know, like, those Japanese pets? They barely have an expression and they can, like, die and you can bring them back to life. That's what models are like. I call them Tomaguchis. And, so, faced with that-- faced with these underfed, tall people-- you always feel huge. So, you end up wearing afghan shaped trench coats and afghan shaped t-shirts to divert attention away from how fat you feel all the time."

Minus the groping, I love this man.

The Story of My Life

if you've ever wondered what goes on behind my eyes...
it's mostly just like this:

Laura vs Vinny vs Malandrino

Who's Sexiest?  New (and as always, genius) PR recap over at fourfour.

The Perfect Man

When I am an old man, I want to be Tom Wolfe: Sassy, Sexy, Genius...

Sure, he's a great writer or whatever-- but it's the thought of the iconic white suit (shown here sans vest! SHOCKING!) looking as fantastic as ever (even after Labor Day, the ol' rebel) on his sexy, sexy old body. 

Wolfe in W, about the curse of Men in Khakis:

What people wear on the street today is so bad-- rags, practically. They look like they're fleeing before an invading army. Casual Fridays! It's crazy. Any man over 35 should wear a jacket and tie. It just makes you look better. To see old men in October wearing shorts, it's ghastly.

Speaking of, I could really use a good sport jacket. I own not a one. Not a One! Sugar Daddies, come hither.

Anyhow, can't wait to be old.  Can't motherfucking wait.

"I know all sorts of Juxtapositions"

This kind of gave me a boner.  (via Video Dog)

I totally lied: more tennis

Have you SEEN the fabulousness in Queens?  We're all weeping with joy that Andre won last night. But what is really causing The Emotions to surface (something that I rarely experience) is seeing the ubersexy James Blake wearing a vintage Agassi tribute outfit.  So fantastically early 90's.

On a genius roll or whatever, Nike recently unveiled the "Maria Sharapova is Pretty" campaign.  I love it because it mocks the last five to ten years of athletes like Venus and Serena Williams and Anna Kournakova being marketed as sex symbols with little regard to their enormous athletic prowess.  When Sharapova grunts, smashes a backhand (almost killing the linesperson), silencing the crowd that was singing "I Feel Pretty" -- it's pretty fucking fantastic.  And it works because, well, she IS hot.  Check out what she wore earlier today:

This is why I love tennis.

pure, delicious sex

I've been searching the intraweb but can't seem to find out who designed the fantastic dress worn by my beloved Mary Lynn Rayksub (Mr. Show, 24, genius stand-up) at the Emmys.  First person to let me know gets sweet, sweet head.

Federer as Jesus

I promise to not write about tennis for a long, long time.  Unless a miracle happens at the US Open. Until then, read this David Foster Wallace piece from last Sunday's NYT:

Federer as Religious Experience

Almost anyone who loves tennis and follows the men’s tour on television has, over the last few years, had what might be termed Federer Moments. These are times, as you watch the young Swiss play, when the jaw drops and eyes protrude and sounds are made that bring spouses in from other rooms to see if you’re O.K.