Monday, January 31, 2011


Chloe Sevigny ♥'s Kate Bush and I ♥ the Chloe Sevigny drag queen! Her outfit descriptions are spot on, case and point:

I descended upon a store entitled Wasteland where I created an outfit sensation with brass knuckles by CC Skye, high-waisted mom jeans by Marithé + François Girbaud, and a half blouse by Lily Pulitzer. 

Too good!

Kate Bush Appreciation Week

I've been listening to so much Kate Bush lately that it's become tiresome to try to post about anything else. She has completely monopolized my thoughts so I've decided to devote an entire week of content to her and the various inspirations behind her music. The ultimate goal is to turn someone out there into a Kate Bush mega-fan freak, let us know if this is you!

Saturday, January 29, 2011

For the Roses

Finally, a still life that I can relate to! By Aurel Schmidt

Friday, January 28, 2011

In Between #1

I can't say enough good things about the new Guy Bourdin book In Between, it's absolutely incredible. The vast majority of the work is from Paris Vogue spanning from the mid-fifties to the late eighties.  There is so much good stuff in there, I couldn't begin to cram it into one post. Here is the first installment.... 

Thursday, January 27, 2011

I'll Give You Candy

The Room

Last month I showed you guys the dress of my dreams, now say hello to the bedroom of my dreams! It belongs to Serena Rees & Joe Corre (Vivienne Westwood's son), the co-founders of Agent Provocateur. I ripped this page out of Vogue over a decade ago and I still dream about this place. 

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Summerland Sale

The Summerland Fall/Winter sale is now on with 30% off a lot of things that need to be in your closet right now! I know last week you said "wow, I really wish I had a super chill swing jacket with brass buttons and a gigantic hood to keep this sleet of my face" and "hey, wouldn't it be cool if someone made a dress with adorable scallops down the front that didn't cost $895?" Summerland has that and more, there's even an astronomical bunny print going on!!!

Cinéma Vérité

Ellen von Unwerth for Vogue, 1995. See the rest of the editorial here.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Dear Katy Perry

I like to think that I'm too mature to write posts like this but Katy Perry brings out an ugly side of me. This is for the haters...

Dear Katy Perry, 
Just because you have #1 singles, your own personal fragrance with a campaign shot by Miles Aldridge, an album cover by Will Cotton, a close friendship with Rihanna, and a closet full of Miu Miu and Ashish, does not mean that you are cool. In fact, you are totally creepy and represent everything that I hate about contemporary music, if you can even call it music. It was weird when you said that Lady Gaga's video was blasphemous because you write songs for ten year old girls about "freaking in jeeps" and being so hot that you'll "melt" some dudes' "popsicle." I mean, really? Your husband is also creepy. And I resent the fact that you wrote a song called "California Gurls" which desecrates my home state and The Beach Boys. Hasn't Brian Wilson been through enough? I also haven't forgiven you for your barsexual anthem "I Kissed a Girl". You totally ruined cherry chapstick for me.....forever. And now, on top of everything, you are capitalizing on my favorite fashion micro-trend: cats. Bitch, please

UPDATE Is that a Jesus tattoo on her wrist? How unfortunate for Jesus. My thoughts are with him during this difficult time.

You don't drink, you don't smoke. You don't do anything you're supposed to do!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Killer Queen

Lets all pause and take a moment out of our day to appreciate how incredible ♥Pam Grier♥ is. She is a fantastic (albeit underutilized) actress but what really draws me to her is the sense of tough femininity that she exudes. To me, she is the perfect woman.

Stills from Jackie Brown

Thursday, January 20, 2011


This is officially my #1 prized possession, custom portraits of my two cats/the Summerland mascots Muffin and Cupcake. I first found Sarah McNeil through a late night Etsy binge and instantly fell in love with her drawings. They're reminiscent of old Victorian prints, perfect for an ex-romantic goth like me haha (more on that later).

This is definitely the best Christmas present ever, my fiancé scored major points!!!!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Meow Mix

Rihanna in We are Handsome. So chill.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Color Me Barbra

My favorite image of 2010 is this Terry Richardson photo of Barbra Streisand from Harper's Bazaar last month. It was part of a larger story about Barbra and her home. She just wrote a book called My Passion for Design (barf) which is comprised entirely of photos of her various houses and properties. She has the worst taste ever (neo-victorian shabby chic) and she actually built a fake street in her basement with fake stores. Like an old-timey, cobblestone street with a doll shop, a dress shop, a gift shop, a shop where she wraps presents, a candy shop, etc. She also bought an old farmhouse and made up this story about a family that lived there in the past---and renovated it accordingly! For example, if she imagined that the children would play on a swing in the back yard she would build a f★★★★★g swing. She is crazy. But back to the photo, have you ever seen anything so ostentatious in your life? It makes Slim Aarons' interiors look like Nan Goldin's. I love everything about it. 

Monday, January 17, 2011

Taking it back to 1987

Try as I may, I can't pass up the opportunity to weigh in on the fashions at the Golden Globes last night. Helena Bonham Carter, Tilda Swinton, and Justin Bieber were my faves, everyone else looked like they walked straight off an episode of Dynasty and not in a good way. Angelina and J.Lo were giving me major Alexis and Krystle vibes, respectively. Julianne Moore looked great but she still had a Dynasty vibe. Or maybe it's more of an Angelica Huston at the 1985 Oscars vibe. I can't tell. Either way, it's so weird that celebrities choose to dress like this. Don't they realize how boring they are? I wish that Helena Bonham Carter, Lauren Hutton, Diane Keaton, and Cher were required to attend every single awards ceremony. 

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Friday, January 14, 2011

Girl Power

Stealing this Vogue from the gym was a pivotal moment in my young adult life, I really wish I still had it!  On a related note, check out this amazing essay that ♥Kathy Acker♥ wrote about The Spice Girls for The Guardian a few months before she died.

All Girls Together by Kathy Acker

The Spice Girls are the biggest, brashest girlie group ever to have hit the British mainstream. Kathy Acker is an avant-garde American writer and academic. They met up in New York to swap notes - on boys, girls, politics. And what they really, really want.

Fifty-second street. West Side, New York City. Hell's Kitchen - one of those areas into which no one would once have walked unless loaded. Guns or drugs or both. But now it has been gentrified: the beautiful people have won. A man in middle-aged-rocker uniform, tight black jeans and nondescript T-shirt, lets Nigel, the photographer, and me through the studio doorway; then a chipmunk-sort-of-guy in shorts, with a Buddha tattooed on one of his arms, greets us warmly. This is Muff, the band's publicity officer. We're about to meet the Girls . . .

They are here to rehearse for an appearance on Saturday Night Live. Not only is this their first live TV performance, it's also the first time they'll be playing with what Mel C calls a 'real band'. If the Girls are to have any longevity in the music industry, they will have to break into the American market; and for this they will need the American media. Both the Girls and their record company believe that their appearance here tonight might do the trick. There is a refusal among America's music critics to take the Spice Girls seriously. The Rolling Stone review of Spice, their first album, refers to them as 'attractive young things . . . brought together by a manager with a marketing concept'. The main complaint, or explanation for disregard, is that they are a 'manufactured band'. What can this mean in a society of McDonald's, Coca-Cola and En Vogue? However, an e-mail from a Spice fan mentions that, even though he loves the girls, he detects a 'couple of stereotypes surrounding women in the band's general image. The brunette is the woman every man wants to date. Perfect for an adventure on a midnight train, or to hire as your mistress-secretary. The blonde is the woman you take home to mother, whereas the redhead is the wild woman, the woman-with-lots-of -evil-powers.' So who are these Girls? And how political is their notorious 'Girl Power'? 

Even though I have seen many of their videos and photos, as soon as I'm in front of these women, I am struck by how they look far more remarkable than I had expected, even though Mel C is trying not to look as lovely as she is. I had intended to say something else, but instead I find myself asking them: 'If paradise existed, what would it look like?' Geri speaks first, and she is, I think, reprimanding me for being idealistic. 'Money makes the world what it is today,' she says, almost before I have time to think about my sudden outburst, 'a world infested with evil. All sorts of wars are going on at the moment. Everyone's kind of bickering, wanting to better themselves because their next -door neighbour's got a better lawn. That kind of thing.' 'Greed,' Victoria adds.

Mel C: 'Instead of trying to be better than someone else, you have to try to better yourself.'
In a few minutes, they are explaining to me that the Spice Girls is a type of paradise, Spice Girls is a lifestyle. 'It's community.' That's Geri again. She and Mel B - one in a funky, antique Hawaiian shirt, the other in diaphanous yellow bell- bottoms and top - do most of the talking. Mel C, in her gym clothes, is the quietest. Geri: 'We're a community in which each one of us shines individually, without making any of the others feel insecure. We liberate each other. A community should be liberating. Nelson Mandela said that you know when someone is brilliant when having that person next to you makes you feel good.''Not envious,' adds her cohort, Mel B. These are the two baddest Girls. At least on the surface. I suspect otherwise. 'It inspires you.' Geri again. 'That is what life's about. People should be inspiring.'

I can't keep up with these Girls. My generation, spoon-fed Marx and Hegel, thought we could change the world by altering what was out there - the political and economic configurations, all that seemed to make history. Emotions and personal - especially sexual - relationships were for girls, because girls were unimportant. Feminism changed this landscape; in England, the advent of Margaret Thatcher, sad to say, changed it more. The individual self became more important than the world.

To my generation, this signals the rise of selfishness; for the generation of the Spice Girls, self-consideration and self-analysis are political. When the Spices say, 'We're five completely separate people,' they're talking politically. 'Like when you're in a relationship,' Mel B takes over, 'and you're in love, you feel you're only you when you're with that person, so when you leave that person, you think 'I'm not me'. That's so wrong. It's downhill from then on, in yourself spiritually and in your whole environment. In this band, it's different. Each of us is just the way we are, and each of us respects that.'

'As Melanie says,' adds Geri, 'each of us wants to be her own person and, without snatching anyone else's energy, bring something creative and new and individual to the group. We're proof this is happening. When the Spice Girls first started as a unit, we respected the qualities we found in each other that we didn't have in ourselves. It was like, 'Wow! That's the Spicey life vibey thing, isn't it?' 

Geri turns even more paradoxical: 'Normally, when you get fans of groups, they want to act like you, they copy what you're wearing, for instance. Whereas our fans, they might have pigtails and they might wear sweatclothes, but they are so individual, it's unbelievable. When you speak to them, they've got so much balls! It's like we've collected a whole group of our people together! It's really, really mad. I can remember someone coming up to us and going, 'Do you know what? I've just finished with my boyfriend! And you've given me the incentive to go 'Fuck this!'

At this, the Spices cheer.Giving up any hope of narrative continuity, I ask the girls if they want boys. 'Some of us are in relationships.' Mel B. 'I live with my boyfriend. For three years now, yeah.'

I tell them that I've never been good at balancing sexual love and work.'Of course you can. It doesn't make me a lesser person; to be in a relationship makes me a better person. Because I can still go out and . . . flirting is natural.' I'm listening to Mel B, but all I can think, at the moment, is how beautiful she is. 'I can stay out all night and come in when I want. Your whole life doesn't have to change just because you're with somebody else.''It depends on the individual,' says Geri.'I think whoever we would chose to be with should respect the way we are . . . and our job as well . . .' Mel B. 'The way we are together. None of us would be interested in a man that wanted to dominate, wanted to pull you down, and wanted you to do what he wanted you to do.'

I wonder what man could handle all this.'If one of us was to go out with a dweeb of a man,' says Mel B, 'he would probably feel threatened by the five of us. Because we do share things about our relationships, so it's like a gang. Like a gang, but we're not. We can have relationships, but they have to be on a completely different level.'

Emma talks only about her mother, and Mel C is very quiet. What hides, I wonder, behind that face, which appears more delicate and intense than in her photos? Victoria, I learn later, is upset about an ex-boyfriend's betrayal of her confidence; throughout our discussion she looks slightly upset. Several times she says that, above all, she wants privacy. Perhaps paradise is not as simple as it seems.

I know that, to find out more about these Girls, I must change the subject, but instead, I just blurt out: 'Let's stop talking about boys!'

'Yeah,' agree the Girls.

Do they think the Spice Girls will go on forever? And if not, what will they do after it ends? What do you really want to do? 'We talked about that the other day, didn't we?' Geri, sitting on the floor, turns around to the three girls sprawled on a black sofa. Emma, in a white from-the-Sixties dress, perches on a high chair. Their hair has been done, their faces powdered, and they're ready for the photo.'I want to own restaurants,' Victoria takes the lead. She wears a skin-tight designer outfit, perfectly positioned Wonderbra and heels seemingly too high to walk on. Unlike the other girls, she never lets her mask break open.'The entrepreneur,' remarks Mel B fondly.'Restaurants and art,' Victoria continues. 'I've always liked art. Ever since I was . . .' She pauses. 'And I'd like a nice big house, and to fill it with, you know . . .'

'Sculptures!' Mel B.

'Nude men.' That's Mel C.

All the girls are laughing. Victoria admits - and her emotions finally start to show - that's she's always fancied doing art. A few years ago, she and Geri were going to return to college, but they didn't have the time. Now the others are teasing her about her shoes.

I like these girls. I like being with them.

'I don't know what I want to do.' Mel C.The Spices who haven't yet said anything are now talking. 'At the moment I am completely into what I'm doing, and I find it hard to think, right now, what I want to do later on.' Mel B.
'I want a big family, like the Waltons,' Emma admits. 'I like taking care of people, I love kids.' 'You can look after mine.' Mel C.

Everyone's saying something. Victoria wants to live with her sister, and maybe her brother; Emma's thinking of her mother. I'm beginning to realise how different from each other the Girls are. Mel C says she likes living alone, but wishes she were geographically closer to her family.

'Me and Geri,' pipes up Mel B, who's rarely silent for more than a minute, 'come from up north. It's like living in a little community, isn't it? And moving down into London, it's like moving into the big wild world. I don't even know my next-door neighbour, do you?'

'No,' answers Mel C.

I like these girls. They're home girls. 

'I'd be in a cult, or join a naturist camp or something, and just live there, like back in the Sixties in the hippy days,' Mel B is gesticulating, 'where everything's just One Love, everything's free, and there are no set rules, where nobody judges you…'

Geri tells me that she is a jack-of-all-trades. After speculating whether she might do her own TV show, or go into films, write a movie script, she announces that her model is Sylvester Stallone.

I think of Brigitte Nielsen. 'I'll tell you why.' He couldn't get a part in Hollywood, she explains, so he wrote, directed and produced Rambo himself. 'I just think that's what it takes; I always love it when the underdog comes through.'

The Girls have been in show business for years. Emma started when she was three. All of the others were professional by the age of 17 or 18. I'm beginning to understand why these Girls have been picked, consciously or unconsciously, by their generation to represent that generation. Especially, but not only, the female sector. In a society still dominated by class and sexism, very few of those not born to rule, women especially, are able to make choices about their own work and lifestyle. Very few know freedom. None of the Spices, not even Victoria, was born privileged nor, as they themselves note, are they traditional beauties. Christine, a student of mine, watching them on Saturday Night Live, remarked to me: 'They're not even slick dancers or exceptional singers! They're just the girl-next -door!'

And they are; they're just girls; as more than one of them remarked to me, 'We never really had a chance until this happened!' They're the girls never heard from before this in England; look, there are lots of them; ones who've known Thatcherite, post-Thatcherite society and nothing else, and now, thanks to the glory and the strangeness of British rock-pop society, they've found a voice. Listen to the voices of those who didn't go to Oxford or Cambridge, or even to Sussex or to art school…

Geri: 'I didn't really know that much, you know, history, but I knew about the suffragettes. They fought. It wasn't that long ago. They died to get a vote. The women's vote. Bloody ass-fucking mad, do you know what I mean? You remember that and you think, fucking hell. But to get back to what Victoria was saying about us, that we never got anywhere, you know, the underdog thing. This is why I feel so passionate. We've been told, time and time again, you're not pretty enough, you're too fat, you're too thin . . .'

All the Spice Girls are now roaring.'. . . You're not tall enough, you're not white, you're not black. What I passionately feel is that it is so wrong to have to fit into a role or a mould in order to succeed. What I think is fan-fucking- tastic about us now is that we are not perfect and we have made a big success of ourselves. I'm swelling with pride.'But you are babes. They all protest.

'We were all individually beaten down . . . Collectively, we've got something going,' says Geri. 'Individually, I don't think we'd be that great.' 'There's a chemistry that runs through us and gives us . . . where I'm bad at something, Melanie's good, or Geri's good at something at which the rest of us are bad,' says Victoria.

Look, I say, I'm feeling stranger and stranger about these politics based on individualism. There are lots of girls who have the same backgrounds as they do, right? 'Right.'

So what is holding those girls down? Keeping them from doing what they really want to do? They start to discuss this. I can hardly make out who's saying what in the ensuing commotion. I hear 'society and conditioning'; another one, Emma perhaps, is talking about being in showbiz, receiving job rejection after job rejection; she's saying how strong you have to be to keep bouncing back. Geri mentions Freud, then states that parents' beliefs often hold back a child, parents and then the child's reception in her school.

'When you go and see a careers officer,' ponders Mel C, 'and you sit down and say, 'I want to be a spaceman', instead of responding 'Go study astrophysics', they go, 'Yeah, but what do you really want to do?' That is so wrong. I think there should be a class in - what do you call it? - self-motivation. Self-motivation classes, self-esteem classes.'

I still feel that a bit of economic realism is missing here, but I can't get a word in edgewise. Not in all the girl excitement. These females are angry.

'I think it all goes back to everyone wanting to feel that they're part of an ongoing society,' Geri tries to analyse. 'The humdrum nine-to-five, you know what it's like . . . What do you do when you leave school? You go and get a job to have money to pay off the mortgage, you get a flat and have a nice boyfriend, pay off your bills, you go to work with your briefcase and your suit, and that's it. That's people's normal, everyday thing, isn't it? And if you branch out from that, it's . . . well, what does she think she's doing? It's going against the grain a bit - which not many people do. It's not even going against the grain; it's just clinging on to the bit you want to do and thinking I'm going to do it, who cares?'

The Girls, including Geri, tell me that they've got an American philosophy, an American dream. 'But me,' says Mel B, 'before I was in the band, I thought I'd like to be a preacher. I still do. Something like that. They've actually got this place in London which is called Speaker's Corner. You get up on your stand there; you can speak about anything. I'd like to speak about people, the emotional or mental blocks people have, especially regarding other people, things like that. That's what the tattoo on my stomach means, 'Spirit Heart And Mind', because that's what fuels me; communication fuels me. You learn about yourself, about other people and life in general, through communication.' She says that's she's been writing since she was 11, writing everything down, 'why the world is this shape, what would happen if everyone on earth died . . .' 'Stoned questions . . .' murmurs another Spice.

'I'd love to go back to the Sixties,' Emma says in her clear voice. 'I'd love that. I wouldn't wear headbands though.'

What about some of the politics of the Sixties, I ask. Malcolm X? The fight against racism?
'The other day I watched The Killing Fields.' Now Geri's doing the talking. 'That was in the Sixties, Vietnam. I think it's very healthy that there's an element of that today. Through the media today we can see people demonstrating for human rights. In Cambodia, on the other side of the world. I think it's brilliant when you see people standing up, when they have a voice, it kicks the system, a little bit, into touch.'

But what about in England today? I mention that in the US, racism is still a big issue.
Mel B and Geri start talking about racism. Geri tells me that she's learned about racial prejudice from Mel B, who says, 'The thing I find really bizarre about America and England . . . You say that the racism thing is worse in America, yet if you look at television here (in NYC), they're really scrupulous about making sure, for instance, that they have a black family in an advert. On the adverts in England, you wouldn't find that.'

Suddenly all the Spices are talking among themselves. I can't understand anything. Then we're on the subject of Madonna, of people who have inspired us, and Geri starts speaking about Margaret Thatcher. Why she admires her. 'But we won't go down there!'

'Don't go down there!' advise the Girls.

'We won't go down there, but . . .' and Geri, who never seems to listen to reason, begins. She says that when politicians discuss the economy, they're just talking about shifting money from one spot to another, and someone always suffers. This is the same distrust of government that so many Americans, both on the right and left - and especially among lower and working-class people - are feeling and articulating.

Mel C says softly, 'We talked about suffragettes and getting the vote to women, and all that. But a lot of women don't vote; a lot of our generation doesn't vote. I don't. I don't feel I should because I don't know anything about politics . . .''That was what I was going to say,' adds Emma.

They blame the lack of political education in schools. Whether they like or dislike Margaret Thatcher or Tony Blair, they distrust both the political industry and the related media. 

'Intellectual people chatting in bathrooms,' comments Mel B.'We are society,' exclaims Geri, 'so really . . .' ‘We should be running it,' Mel B finishes the statement.

'I'd like to run it for a day,' says Victoria, looking directly at me.

'But Victoria, who's going to let you do such a job?' Geri reminds her.

'The only way to go is growth,' says Mel B. 

'I think everyone's turned a bit to the spiritual life.' 'You know,' interjects Victoria, 'if you believe in evolution, we only use 20 per cent of our brain . . . if that. So it's natural that we can evolve to the next level. We've got to, really.' 'Nowadays, people do sit down and ask themselves 'Why am I doing this?" Mel B continues. 'They question themselves and what they've got around them. I know I do it, and you find your own little mission. And you fucking go for it. A lot more people are like that now.' Do they all feel like that? There's a general quiet, then a 'Yeah' all around me.

I ask the Spices to describe themselves. For a moment, they're lost for words.Victoria: 'I love what I'm doing. I'm with my five best friends, and I've seen some great countries. I'm happy, I'm very happy. I care a lot about my family. Regarding my personality, I'm private. There are things for me to know and no one else to find out.' She hesitates. 'I just accept the way I am. You have to make the most of it, make the best of yourself. I'm a bit of a fretter. If I'm going to do something, I want to do it properly. I want to do the best I can. I'm a perfectionist.' Emma: 'Me, I'm definitely a bit of a brat. I worry about what other people are feeling, that sort of thing.' Geri: 'I have quite an active mind.Quite eccentric, really. A conversationalist. I believe in fate in a big way, a very big way.’

Mel B: 'I'm always asking inward questions about things. I live off the vibes, I do, that people give me. If I don't like someone then I won't speak to them, even though something might be coming out of their mouth that I should listen to. I like to think I'm a bit of a free spirit. I don't run by any rule book. I live on the edge a little bit. I always think, well, at least I'll die happy today rather than worrying about it tomorrow.' Mel C: 'I'm very regimented. I really enjoy my own company, although I love being with other people.' I'm watching the Spice Girls perform Wannabe on Saturday Night Live, but not seeing them. In my mind, I'm seeing England. When I returned there in July last year, lad culture was in full swing. Loaded was running what had once been a relatively intellectual magazine culture.

Feminism, especially female intellectuals, had become extinct. 'Where have all the women gone to?' I asked. Then came a twist named the Spice Girls. The Spices, though they deny it, are babes - the blonde, the redhead, the dark sultry fashion model - and they're more. They both are and represent a voice that has too long been repressed. The voices, not really the voice, of young women and, just as important, of women not from the educated classes.

It isn't only the lads sitting behind babe culture, bless them, who think that babes or beautiful lower and lower-middle class girls are dumb. It's also educated women who look down on girls like the Spice Girls, who think that because, for instance, girls like the Spice Girls take their clothes off, there can't be anything 'up there'.

The Spice Girls are having their cake and eating it. They have the popularity and the popular ear that an intellectual, certainly a female intellectual, almost never has in this society, and, what's more, they have found themselves, perhaps by fluke, in the position of social and political articulation. It little matters now how the Spice Girls started - if they were a 'manufactured band'.

What does this have to do with feminism? When I lived in England in the Eighties, a multitude of women, diverse and all intellectual, were continually heard from - people such as Michele Roberts, Jeanette Winterson, Sara Maitland, Jacqueline Rose, Melissa Benn. Is it also possible that the English feminism of the Eighties might have shared certain problems with the American feminism of the Seventies? English feminism, as I remember it back then, was anti-sex. And like their American counte rparts, the English feminists were intellectuals, from the educated classes. There lurked the problem of elitism, and thus class.

I am speculating, but, perhaps due to Margaret Thatcher - though it is hard to attribute anything decent to her - a populist change has taken place in England. The Spice Girls, and girls like them, and the girls who like them, resemble their American counterparts in two ways: they are sexually curious, certainly pro-sex, and they do not feel that they are stupid or that they should not be heard because they did not attend the right universities.

If any of this speculation is valid, then it is up to feminism to grow, to take on what the Spice Girls, and women like them, are saying, and to do what feminism has always done in England, to keep on transforming society as society is best transformed, with lightness and in joy.

Hey Baby

I've never been a big Hajime Sorayama fan (his sexual proclivities are so incredibly unappealing and I just can't get past it) but I absolutely love this piece. It's so cool to see a dress like that on a Christie Brinkley type instead of the freaky robot chicks that he usually draws, keep up the good work Hajime!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

A Piece of Work

I finally saw the Joan Rivers documentary last week, god it was good! She is such a badass and a total feminist pioneer. It's unfortunate that she failed to be recognized as such because of her plastic surgery---whatever, haters! Watch it now on netflix.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011


Girls, cats and kitsch: my ultimate weaknesses. Read more on the Lucky blog.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Cat Party in Lucky!

I am so excited to be in the February issue of Lucky! I've been reading Lucky for years, it is hands-down the best thing that one could possibly read in the subway. I will also be guest blogging for them this week, check out my first post here

The photo of me was taken by my dear friend and frequent collaborator Sarah Wilmer. The scan does not do it justice so I attached a bigger version for those of you who are curious to know what I look like. In real life I have bags under my eyes which I half-assly cover with cheap drugstore concealer. I know that the pale sisters of the world will feel me on this one! Other than that it's pretty true to life; I basically look like one of those kids from Village of the Damned.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

After the Glitter Fades

I ripped this Richard Gray illustration out of an issue of the short-lived Jalouse USA years ago, it's one of my favorite Stevie portraits ever. The rendering of the dress is beyond perfect, I would kill to be able to draw like that! If I could I would probably spend my days making Stevie Nicks and/or Kate Bush fan art. Or maybe fantasy art of the two of them together! That wouldn't be nerdy at all.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Cat Party in Nylon Korea!

I have no idea what this says but I'm sure that it's awesome! Big thanks to Nylon Korea!

Friday, January 7, 2011


One of my prized possessions is this letter that my late cousin Patricia sent my father after The Beatles played The Ed Sullivan Show in 1964. It's especially cool because Patricia always worked in music and eventually owned her own record store. If there was a fire in my apartment I would grab this so fast, I love that she mixed up George and John!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Beauty Queen

All I can think about today is how much I love this photo of ♥Tori Amos♥ from the late eighties. Who knew that she had a full-on Salt-n-Pepa phase?

Girls, Girls, Girls

 A decade of models by Andrea Mary Marshall for COACD 

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The Dress

Ladies and Gentlemen, say hello to the dress of my dreams! It's Thea Porter and it belongs to the stylist and Marc Jacobs muse Suzanne Deeken. If you look closely you will notice that the print is actually a bunch of dudes on horseback. I think about this dress on a monthly, if not weekly basis. Which is sad, because I ripped this photo out of an issue of Self Service years ago, I'm guessing around 2004-5. Something tells me that I'll still be pining for it when I'm eighty!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

What's up with all these chicks copping Carnie Wilson's style?

Wendy looks pretty fly too. Chynna....not so much. Photos from The Sartorialist, (Chloe), & Garance Dore.

Easy Rider

I love this girl's skirt so much! It makes me nostalgic for my road trip with Megan last summer. From Facehunter.

Are You a Humboldt Honey?

Megan and I were born and raised in Humboldt County, which you've probably heard of if you are a stoner. For those of you who aren't stoners, it's a rural area in northern California that is primarily known for it's redwood forests and marijuana industry. The city of Arcata is the cultural hub of the area, it's a surreal place to grow up. Hippies are everywhere. When Jerry Garcia died there were candlelit shrines all over our town for months, it was the Humboldt equivalent of Princess Di's death. It's also one of few places where the Green Party had a political majority, although that changed after the presidential election in 2000, for obvious reasons. 

The Humboldt Honey poster is an iconic piece of Humboldt history. One would think that it was from the seventies but it's actually from the early eighties. I still see girls around town that dress like this. It was designed by a woman named Ingrid Hart, the "Humboldt honey" was actually a scottish tourist named Leoni Nicol. She had previously fronted a british punk band called The Molesters, whose album cover is even creepier than their band name. Almost everyone I know grew up with a Humboldt honey poster in their house, I found my parents' tattered copy in the back of a closet when I was home for Christmas. Such a score!

Monday, January 3, 2011

Tiny Furniture

If you're an urban-dwelling, creatively-inclined female in the midst of a quarter-life crisis you'll probably relate to Lena Dunham's Tiny Furniture. If not, go see it anyway. More info here.