Dynamo Leather dress by Acne. para me.

Virtual Christmas Gift

Black Private Short Military Scarf by Ute Ploier. Oh yes, manfriend. This one is def for you.

via B Store

Virtual Christmas Gift

Pearls Before Swine Claw pendant via Reborn. Perfect for my sis that always receives chicken paraphernalia. She doesn't have a thing for chickens, I just have a thing for giving her chickens. I couldn't tell you. I got her this for her birthday, she probably hates me for it-but I thought it was cute.

This outfit is fiiierce! I love it to death. All red, all the time. The cardigan, at least, is by Rad Hourani. The rest of the outfit is pure stylist genius.

via Reborn

Virtual Christmas Gift

Alexander Wang black folded clutch. 

via Reborn

My manfriend needs this. Tunnel pocket tee by Fifth Avenue Repair Shop.

via Reborn

Gimme

Mink, goat skin, ostrich feathers and silk by Sharon Wauchob.

via Reborn

I Know Someone Who Would Love This

Yes, langosta, it's you. I'll get it for you as part of my langosta fee. If you hate it the way you hated the vagina lip clutch, then I'm a fired langosta.

Trapazoid for Issey Miyake by Naoto Fukasawa has a sloping bezel that displays numbers that are stretched like road markings so they appear normal when looked at from straight on.

So I wondering about the difference in tartan and plaid so I googled it, and according to wikipedia (my personal authority on anything true) the tartan is the pattern and the plaid is actually the fabric. The two are used interchangeably here in North America but plaid comes from the word plaide. The plaide is the garment that preceded the kilt. Who the fuck cares? Not even me at this point. 

The shit above is hideous, I bet my ex-stepmom owns two (maybe one with the nipples cut out, gross bitch).

Gimme

I want that red plaid backpack really bad.   I could keep my computer and my giant lumberjack axe in it.  I could get out my axe and swipe at the hombres on the street that try to holler. Maybe they wouldn't holler at me anymore cause I would look like a dyke. Sweet.

From the Head Porter Gingham Collection.

Via Kanye

Dude Shoes

Super sweet shoes for guys (and the ladies, too).  N.D.C (Nom de Code) was created in 2001 by friends Enrique Corbi and Arnaud Zannier.  Their focus is to produce hand made shoes, that are very well constructed and stylish. Yes, ma'am.

via selectism

At first, this sounds extra cool.  A soft, sinkable tub, like a giant bathing pillow. Ok, maybe it doesn't actually sound good.  But it looks extra sweet.  This is from Dutch designer, Maren Hartveld, and it's made of polyurethane coated foam rubber. It's definitely easy on the eyes and would look better than the blind man caulked bath hole that sits in my raggedy ass bathroom. I'll put it on the long list.

Happy Thanksgiving

Barf. 

Cute Attack NY

Dear Toaster-

I'm a little obsessed with this blog, Cute Attack NY. She doesn't update every day but she is hysterical-makes me laugh out-loud she does. Please check it, if you like to laughs. Let's keep it cute ok.

Sara

Gimme

I'll never forget how I couldn't afford you. Gimme. OAK is having a sale on Thanksgiving check it out here.

Def Recession Tights. Love it.

via The Sartorialist

I'm a little obsessed with this new store. Def check out the website.  Barbara Feinman Millinery is one of the coolest little stores I've been in for quite some time.   You can order online or visit the shop at 66th E 7th St. They are one of the few New York shops where the hats are actually made on the premises, hand blocked and hand crafted. Barbara will give you proper jew too, she's a bit of a hoot.

I just read this article about this artist, Andres Serrano, who is obviously old news because his show came and went in Sept/Oct.  He really sorta pissed me off. What a fucker!  It seems like the prime example of artists becoming old, lazy, and self indulgent.  I am not against self-indulgence-don' get me wrong.  If you're inspired-then by all means, whatever.  But if you are lazy and tired, then get out of here.  When I first started the article and realized that he took pictures of his own shit for his exhibit-I thought, ok, sounds pretty disgusting, but I get it. Is art shit/Is shit art? Could be interesting if well thought out. But no, he stops there. This asshat progresses to quip that he had to have bullshit in the show and for that he went to Ecuador. Oh, Ha Ha Ha-so clever. ZZZZ just fell asleep. Please jump off a bridge.  Have you seen two girls one cup-that's more art than your "bullshit". At least I recoiled at that. At your dumb project I fell asleep. That's bad.

**So the photo of Andres' shit was pulled by the Village Voice (it was crap anyway). I replaced it with a picture of Piss Christ, one of Andres' most famous pieces. I like it better-crucifix in piss, yea that's good!

Pretty sweet. Look Mom, No Hands. Def Check this out.

Nick Darmstaedter

Brendan Lynch

Isaac Brest

Look Mom, No Hands

Still House Show Selects

Scarf maddness.

via The Sartorialist.

pretty fierce. Jean Paul Lespagnard.

Gimme

I Love this so much. Gimme. poncho by Bless 

 

So there is rumor (and a story in New York Magazine, I know) that the infamous Bellevue Crazy house (official name) is in the works to be turned into a high-end hotel.  This is kinda cool, in a completely  freaky, haunted, weirdo way. Let's just say I would def have drinks at the bar but, I'm not sure if I would want a room. This crazy place has housed some definite celebs, i.e. Norman Mailer, Edie Sedgewick, the Times Square nudist. It's also housed some batshit crazy scary peeps.  In the ABC article they say that the layout already lends itself to a hotel shape. Long corridors, small-ish rooms-No shit Sherlock, people used to stay here in those small-ish padded rooms. On that note, I progress to my favorite crazy schizophrenic, Melissa35.  I am addicted to her blog.  She is a real schizo-who is OBSESSED with Kenny Chesney. It's so brilliant, you couldn't make this shit up. I was gonna leave the link (cause seriously, it's the greatest) but it won't open. Oh well, sorry for you-no Melissa35.

Why I Love Homeless People

Amidst all the feelings of annoyance and sometimes downright hatred that I feel for homeless people, I saw one today that I could co-exist with (in the world, not in my house-let's get that straight right now).  Usually I walk around wanting to punch homeless people in their dirty little faces.  Today I saw a man: not bumming for money, not playing his flute badly, loudly and stinkily at the 42nd St stop, not screaming about the "hispanic problem", not trying to sell the sandwich someone gave them earlier in the day (I could go on for hours),  but playing his PSP.  That's right, the world is his home and it's Sunday morning.  He was doing what I wish I could've been doing instead of going to work (if I had a PSP, that is). Excuse the state of my pic. I was trying to be sneaky while the bitch across from me gave me the eye. She was doing the walk of shame back to her apartment early in the morning. She had what appeared to be dried cum stuck to her chin area.  Gross bitch.

Before we get too far away from Halloween, I would like to introduce you to my sister.  Miss Relativa-tina, otherwise known as Albert Einstein in drag. She's pretty brilliant with the Halloween.  I just love this picture so much-it makes me want a blond coif and salt and pepper mustache.  Also I need those brows!

So I'm def pumped to go see Twilight. I felt a little like a tard going to buy the books in the pre-teen section but whatever, get over it. I want a vampire boyfriend like Edward. Seriously, this book turns me back into an awkward, unhappy but boy-crazed 7th grader-not a good time.  I was pretty terrible:ask my mom. And when I say boy-I mean boy.  It's kinda gross. and inappropriate, someone tell me to act my age.

So I'm obsessed with these. Not really for me to wear because...well, no, I don't think so. Maybe not even for me to buy my boyfriend (if I had one) because I'm thinking if he loved this he wouldn't love my vagina. I'm just saying.  Anywho, these are fab! Ok, so they would be my first gift to my manfriend if I won the lottery-he would get me shit too, I know. These feathery ties are part of the Lanvin Autumn and Winter 2008 Collection. 

via blogue

So my manfriend and I joined another friend, who happened to be the DJ at the Fuji Film Z Spot Party the other night. Good times were had by all. Some models were fab, some were crap and hungry, and hopefully fired. This one was so uninspired that every time she posed it looked like she was trying to hold in a quief. "Let it out girl, Work!" Her model 101 poses were not felt at all by the crowd and it was only their politeness that kept them from booing.  Yeah-who knew, Fashionistos polite? The winner rocked the house and was clear from the beginning. I'm pretty sure the real winner were my nips who I'm pretty positive you could see thru my dress in all the pics-too many camera flashes. Oh well, and I thought they loved my boots.  It was an overall great time had by all! Yay Van!! For being the best DJ and buddy. The view from the VIP DJ booth was fab until it got kinda hectic.