Lot's Wife

8) Rochas

sorry for my extended not writing. I'm sure you've all been crying yourselves on a regular basis, hitting refresh, hoping.

anyhow, back to me gushing about clothes that I will never see on a real person. I do live in Seattle, after all.

Rochas, as always, gets length and column right-- but this time, rather than stand-alone pillars, the towers come shooting out of wispy, smoky... smoke? The theme is chimneysweeper, but the actual (and beautiful) chimney came to life-- rather than a person scraping through layers of soot and ending up look like a dying Uma Thurman in that awful version of Les Miserables. Olivier Theyskens showed variety-- sturdy day garb in ladder motifs and softened versions of boyshorts and severely cut tops. But the best floated above the chimney: four or five of the year’s most beautiful and radiant gowns were heightened, shining cleanliness.

La La La: Download My Music

I just figured out (I'm kind of an idiot) that typepad gives me a buttload (mmm) of storage space. So say hello to a free daily song download. A soundtrack to this, if you will. Or even if you won't.
First up is the new Sparklehorse. It's been five years since his last album and I've kind of been dying a little inside with each passing day, waiting for my Mark Linkous fix. Dreamt For Light Years in the Belly of a Mountain was, to not avoid the cliche, worth the wait.
"Morning Hollow" (Mourning Hollow would be more fitting, but whatever) is Sparklehorse at their best: fragile, restrained and... about horses!
Download 09_morning_hollow.mp3

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.

back, so to speak

I can't decide what is more horribly inappropriate and obnoxious:

That someone found this to be a good idea...

(via Slog)

...or that I felt it somehow necessary to start a blog.  You know, since there is a lack.