Friday, March 18, 2011

NEOPREEN

Neoprene Beret from Alexandra Cassiniti's Summer Bummer

Life is hard enough without having to start my day with the realization that I don't own this hat!


Neoprene first batted its sweet eyelashes at me in Balenciaga's Spring/Summer '08 collection, and since then my thrifting mates have had to listen to many a "does this wetsuit make me look fat?" from a thrift-store dressing room.

Cassiniti's collection (you MUST check it out here) is all aces: in addition to the C & C Music Factory homage, Summer Bummer also includes some seriously sexy little cheesecloth numbers. That's right, I said cheesecloth! Layering their rough-hewn diaphanous XXXX tank dress over the space-age bralette would be hott enough to make all the boys wanna buy me ice cream this summer.




The boyfriend says "fantasy is free." Neoplease! Somebody get this broke-ass blogger a new bonnet. Or at least help me find out where my 90s spirit animal is these days so we can be friends.


Monday, January 31, 2011

It's Spring!!!

Just kidding. I'm just doing some mighty risky poking around on my fave e-hot-spots for some light spring dreamin'. I'm not totally sick of winter yet (I love snow!) but the malaise usually kicks in through the sartorial sphere: I long to see toes poking through sandals, gams jutting out of short-shorts, bellies peeking out from under crop-tops! I even sneakily bought a pair of The Perfect Black Denim Cutoffs at the thrift store a couple days ago, and stopped just short of acquiring a little '90's throwback floral denim minidress from Bongo, cap-sleeves and all. Some of my early Spring shoe picks from only the most shallow of searching:
Topshop Olive Blue Leather Clogs
Forever 21 Floral Mary Janes
Marais USA Prince Wedges
Loeffler Randall Joanna Oxfords
Topshop Monk Lace-up Flats


...Time to go throw on my Frye boots for the 1,000,069th time to trudge through the sludge!






Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Enjoy...A C I D R O C K!!





"I gotta stick up for my generation. It didn't seem gay at the time. I don't know these performers but when we dressed like that we got laid and not in a gay way! We didn't know Freddy Mercury(Queen) or Rob Halford (Judas Priest) and even more amazing.. George Michaels (Wham) were gay. Macho wasn't so narrowly defined back then. To me, it was a lot more fun than the sexual paranoia that sometimes happens now. Rock On!"


Amen.


Friday, January 14, 2011

Moving Lines

Decided to go on a very impromptu mini-date last night for a 30-minute romantic getaway at the MoMA. We watched their screening on abstract animation featuring musically-oriented experimental shorts created by painting directly onto film strips. My favorites:





Watching these on a tiny computer screen will never do them justice. The Norman McLaren film is particularly subtle and hypnotic in full size. Alas, only Len Lye (who directed the second video) made it to the permanent collection: his projection of "Swinging the Lambeth Walk" is a cheery punctuation amongst the sculptures and paintings surrounding it. I sometimes find modern art a tad dour, and films like these are so refreshing in a museum!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Screenshots











Some of the things I've been looking at lately. The Seven Year Itch is amaaaaazing!!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Tony Ward





All images from here

Ok, I'm not one to get celebrity crushes- well, Adrian Brody and Dan Bejar excluded- but can we please talk about how hot Tony Ward is? (yeesh, look at that trifecta and it's clear I'm a sucker for schnozzes)

I never thought the day would come that I'd be jealous of Madonna- who made Ward her boy toy in the early '90's- but I'd vogue with this guy any day. More important than his Lotharian bone structure is the fact that he seems to have a fairly adventurous spirit and a good sense of humor (and, in all fairness, a rather typical preoccupation with sex).

His website lists, among his many talents of acting, designing clothes, and photography, "antimodel".  Is that what you call it when you take extreme close-ups of your own d*ck?  But I'll leave the pretense aside so you can ogle away.  I'm particularly fond of this shoot for FHM Collections (below)- he's hardly androgynous, and I think that's why the theatricality of it works so well.  Plus, I'm a sucker for meaty brohs in chainmail and lipstick!