Celine SS 2010 wedges. I visit these babies at Bergdorfs from time to time. Just to pet, much like the puppies in the West Village. They like it.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Serious shoe jonesing.
Celine SS 2010 wedges. I visit these babies at Bergdorfs from time to time. Just to pet, much like the puppies in the West Village. They like it.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
These I can afford...after I pay rent.
Whiskey A Go Go in Natural from Velvet Angels on sale for a mere $129. Yes please. via Reverse
PARIS LAPIN WRAP COAT by ALISTAIR TRUNG I must have this, duh. Rabbit fur snuggliness. Oh, www.mycatwalk.com you are a new favorite.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
More McDaniel
The Jerk
Hey you, dragging the halo-
how about a holiday in the islands of grief?
Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.
Your eyes are so blue they leak.
Your legs are longer than a prisoner's
last night on death row.
I'm filthier than the coal miner's bathtub
and nastier than the breath of Charles Bukowski.
You're a dirty little windshield.
I'm standing behind you on the subway,
hard as calculus. My breath
be sticking to your neck like graffiti.
I'm sitting opposite you in the bar,
waiting for you to uncross your boundaries.
I want to rip off your logic
and make passionate sense to you.
I want to ride in the swing of your hips.
My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks,
blazing your limbs into parts of speech.
But with me for a lover, you won't need
catastrophes. What attracted me in the first place
will ultimately make me resent you.
I'll start telling you lies,
and my lies will sparkle,
become the bad stars you chart your life by.
I'll stare at other women so blatantly
you'll hear my eyes peeling,
because sex with you is like Great Britain:
cold, groggy, and a little uptight.
Your bed is a big, soft calculator
where my problems multiply.
Your brain is a garage
I park my bullshit in, for free.
You're not really my new girlfriend,
just another flop sequel of the first one,
who was based on the true story of my mother.
You're so ugly I forgot how to spell.
I'll cheat on you like a ninth grade math test,
break your heart just for the sound it makes.
You're the 'this' we need to put an end to.
The more you apologize, the less I forgive you.
So how about it?
-Jeffrey McDaniel
Hey you, dragging the halo-
how about a holiday in the islands of grief?
Tongue is the word I wish to have with you.
Your eyes are so blue they leak.
Your legs are longer than a prisoner's
last night on death row.
I'm filthier than the coal miner's bathtub
and nastier than the breath of Charles Bukowski.
You're a dirty little windshield.
I'm standing behind you on the subway,
hard as calculus. My breath
be sticking to your neck like graffiti.
I'm sitting opposite you in the bar,
waiting for you to uncross your boundaries.
I want to rip off your logic
and make passionate sense to you.
I want to ride in the swing of your hips.
My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks,
blazing your limbs into parts of speech.
But with me for a lover, you won't need
catastrophes. What attracted me in the first place
will ultimately make me resent you.
I'll start telling you lies,
and my lies will sparkle,
become the bad stars you chart your life by.
I'll stare at other women so blatantly
you'll hear my eyes peeling,
because sex with you is like Great Britain:
cold, groggy, and a little uptight.
Your bed is a big, soft calculator
where my problems multiply.
Your brain is a garage
I park my bullshit in, for free.
You're not really my new girlfriend,
just another flop sequel of the first one,
who was based on the true story of my mother.
You're so ugly I forgot how to spell.
I'll cheat on you like a ninth grade math test,
break your heart just for the sound it makes.
You're the 'this' we need to put an end to.
The more you apologize, the less I forgive you.
So how about it?
-Jeffrey McDaniel
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I haven't coveted this hard maybe ever. And someone is hearing my mojave cry....
Lindsey Thornburg was raised in Aspen Colorado and went on to study philosophy in Santa Barbara. While attending design school in Los Angeles she began creating her first dress collection entitled Fabric. Lindsey moved to New York in 2003 and continued to devise dresses under this moniker. In 2006, after returning from a trip to the Peruvian highlands of Machu Picchu, with much inspiration from the indigenous attire she started to create her self-entitled collection.One of these babies will only set you back a smooth grand. But oh my god, if I find a grand on the sidewalk, I will run not walk.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
New Place of Note: NYC
A most fabulous place that must be visited. And while there, order the tres leches donut. DO IT! The Donut Plant 379 Grand Street New York, NY 10002 (212) 505-3700
Monday, January 18, 2010
The Obvious
We didn't deny the obvious,
But we didn't accept it either.
I mean, we said hello to it each morning
in the foyer. We patted its little head
as it made a mess in the backyard,
but we never nurtured it.
Many nights the obvious showed up
at our bedroom door, in its pajamas,
unable to sleep, in need of a hug,
and we just stared at it like an Armenian,
or even worse-hid beneath the covers
and pretended not to hear its tiny sobs.
-Jeffrey McDaniel The Forgiveness Parade
But we didn't accept it either.
I mean, we said hello to it each morning
in the foyer. We patted its little head
as it made a mess in the backyard,
but we never nurtured it.
Many nights the obvious showed up
at our bedroom door, in its pajamas,
unable to sleep, in need of a hug,
and we just stared at it like an Armenian,
or even worse-hid beneath the covers
and pretended not to hear its tiny sobs.
-Jeffrey McDaniel The Forgiveness Parade
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Interesting company alert
ReMade USA upcycles vintage leather jackets into new leather handbags. You can pick one of a kind, you can pick the style and have them custom make a bag, OR you can send in your old leather jacket to turn into a bag at a discount of $20. Pretty sweet.
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