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April 23, 2009

This is precisely why I've always been a fan of underwire bras/Bullet bounces off US woman's bra


A US woman had a lucky escape when a burglar's bullet bounced off the metal underwire in her bra.

Police in the city of Detroit said one of three intruders fired a shot when the woman looked out of her window and saw them raiding the house next door.

The bullet smashed the window and hit her, but instead of causing serious injury - or worse - it was deflected off the wiring in her bra.

The unnamed 57-year-old woman was taken to hospital and released the same day.

"It did slow the bullet down," said a police spokesman. "She sustained injuries but they're not life-threatening."

Continue reading...

* Thanks for the link, Zee Myers!!!

March 26, 2009

Pranking gets more fun with age!! I hope to be the guy on the left in my golden years.


Thanks to Justine Ganz for the email forward containing this gem!

March 5, 2009

What should this photo's caption be??!! I think I'm going to stick with my original thought: "I don't heart these sunglasses"


March 3, 2009

Sexy Einstein: My favorite photo of 2009.


December 13, 2008

Kucoon/Andrea Spratt's LA Fashion Week Show!!! I couldn't be prouder of you, evil twin!!!


December 11, 2008

Has it been too long since you've had a good ole puke? Well you're in luck.


December 6, 2008

OMG: White Supremacist Mug Shots Before & After


* via BuzzFeed!

November 23, 2008

Best. song. ever. They don't make music like this anymore series, Oh Shiela


October 31, 2008

Banksy show: If there's nothing else you do today, you MUST see this!!!

Great art show you will LOVE!*
Location: 89 7th Ave between W.4th & Bleecker

If you search online there are plenty of photos of the show but I encourage you NOT to do this. Just go. The surprise is worth it. This is what the front of the exhibit looks like. It takes place in a pet store:


* It perfectly highlights my conflict: I feel such a kinship with animals yet I eat them.

October 2, 2008

Paul Newman taught me how to peel a cucumber...
My eating habits were so bad for many years that I didn’t actually know the intricacies of making a salad. So when the man who has made $250 million for charity with Newman’s Own dressings and sauces asked me to help him make a salad in 1986, while I was writing a profile of him for The Times Magazine, I mangled my cucumber so thoroughly that he snatched it away and showed me how to do it.

At a moment when America feels angry and betrayed, when our leaders have forfeited our trust and jeopardized our future, we lost an American icon who stood for traits that have been in short supply in the Bush administration: shrewdness, humility, decency, generosity, class.

When I asked W. in 1999 if he identified with any literary heroes, he said no, but he was drawn to Paul Newman’s defiance in “Cool Hand Luke.”

The Texan cast himself as an anti-hero and rebel. But as president, he knew how to strut only in photo-ops, not when actual calamities loomed or hit.

Newman was a rare liberal who loved the label; he made it onto Nixon’s enemies list for supporting Eugene McCarthy’s anti-Vietnam run. In 1997, I called him when he began writing a bit for The Nation (where he was an investor). He ranted about right-wingers “popping out of rat holes” but also faulted the Clintons.

“Everything is about what’s winnable, not about the morality of the issues,” he told me. In politics, as in racing cars, he said: “You can do anything if you are prepared to deal with the consequences.”

I was nervous the first time I met the star, because he’d been a teenage crush — along with William F. Buckley Jr. (I loved Buckley’s sesquipedalian dexterity — a lost art in the anti-intellectual conservative set of W. and Sarah Palin.)

We met at a restaurant on the Upper East Side, where he proceeded to interview me.

Newman: “What do you know about nuclear disarmament?”

Dowd: “Ummm.”

Newman: “How can you justify The Times’s editorial position on the moratorium?”

Dowd: “Ummm.”

He was deeply uncomfortable at getting adulation for playacting, acknowledging that “there’s something very corrupting about being an actor. It places a terrible premium on appearance.”

With a Butch Cassidy grin, he told me that he pictured his epitaph being: “Here lies Paul Newman, who died a failure because his eyes turned brown.”

He did not want to talk about his movies; he wanted to talk throw-weights. He liked Bach and Budweiser and playing goofy practical jokes. (Once, when we were driving, he began high-speed bumping the car in front of us, driven by his friend.) He was bored by fashion and embarrassed by women who brazenly flirted with him or asked him to take off his sunglasses to show his blue eyes.

Once, when he was handing out punch at a Westport charity event, a dowager asked him to stir her drink with his finger.

“I’d be glad to,” Newman replied, “but I just took it out of a cyanide bottle.”

He recalled how utterly flummoxed he was the time a stunning call girl approached him on Fifth Avenue and offered to dispense with her fee.

“You want to send her off with something classy and stylish, the way Cary Grant would, or Clint Eastwood,” he said. “You think, how would Hombre handle this? And when this woman came up to me — the guy who played Hud — what comes through? Laurel and Hardy. Both of them.”

He said he was not like his sultry, flamboyant characters: “You don’t always have Tennessee Williams around to write glorious lines for you.”

He and his wife were reputed to have one of the happiest marriages in Hollywood, but the outspoken Joanne Woodward admitted that it took a lot of therapy to cope with the fact that, even though she got an Oscar first, he was able to stay a leading man for four decades. She told a magazine that she was always “uncomfortable and even angry” that “Paul was so much bigger than I was ... Because he was living my fantasy” to be a star.

She would not talk to me for The Times’s profile that her husband did to promote “The Color of Money” — even just on the topic of his role as the director of five movies that she had starred in. She said she did interviews only solo or jointly with him — not about him. That byzantine deal reflected the rivalry that threaded through their romance.

He said that he appreciated her, as he looked around his elegant Fifth Avenue apartment, observing dryly: “If anyone had ever told me 20 years ago I’d be sitting in a room with peach walls, I would have told them to take a nap in a urinal.”

* Via Cool Hand Paul By Maureen Dowd.

September 14, 2008

Anti-Theft Lunch Bag: Brilliant!!!



August 19, 2008

Manga Avatar: Introducing's. Where's yours?

Face your manga takes 2 seconds and voila, you're cuter than you'll ever be in real life - so worth it!


August 15, 2008

Great Banksy quote


August 12, 2008

Prescriptions for Health, the Environmental Kind By Amanda Schaffer, NY Times

This article in today's NY Times Health section is about our friend Natalie Jeremijenko's great new project - as always, she inspires!!!

Natalie Jeremijenko.jpg

In a bright studio at New York University, Natalie Jeremijenko welcomes visitors to her environmental health clinic. She wears a white lab coat with a rotated red cross on the pocket. A clipboard with intake forms hangs by the door. Skip to next paragraph RSS Feed

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Inside, circuit boards, respirators, light bulbs, bike helmets and books on green design clutter the high shelves. In front of a bamboo consultation desk sits a mock medicine cabinet, which turns out to be filled with power tools.

Dr. Jeremijenko, an Australian artist, designer and engineer, invites members of the public to the clinic to discuss personal environmental concerns like air and water quality. Sitting at the consultation desk, she also offers them concrete remedies or “prescriptions” for change, much as a medical clinic might offer prescriptions for drugs.

“It’s a widely familiar script,” said Dr. Jeremijenko, 41, who has a doctorate in engineering and is an assistant professor of visual art at N.Y.U. “People know how to ring up and make an appointment at their health clinic. But they don’t really know what to do about toxins in the air and global warming, right?

“So the whole thing is how do we translate the tremendous amount of anxiety and interest in addressing major environmental issues into something concrete that people can do whose effect is measurable and significant?”

Continue reading...

August 8, 2008

New (adorable) Sony Cybershots: 10 pixels & Smile Shutter!

What do you think about the Smile Shutter feature? Will it be what makes everyone capture all the right moments or will it just be ineffective and annoying? Taking bets...


Vacation: The best movie and car

I was (and am) seriously in love with this movie. I actually wanted to be in that car with them (and Aunt Edna until she started to smell funny). The 80's were the best. This is one of my more pointless posts.



Simply breakfast blog: Simply delightful!

Thanks to reader Amy Z, we now know of this lovely site which transports me to a cozy breakfast nook where I am wrapped in an old, soft blanket, classical or jazz music plays softly in the background and I sit down to enjoy the most important meal of the day, simply and serenely.





July 24, 2008

Mike Tyson Mansion: The Rise and Crash of the American Dream


Mike Tyson Mansion.jpg

July 23, 2008

Obama & McCain in 2012? When you are creating an aging algorithm, you shouldn't omit the "black don't crack" phenomenon

No way Obama will look like this.
McCain will look like this if he's lucky.


I wish this foot were my face: I love fishes!

July 16, 2008

Funny & cute! Dress your kid in a Chinatown outfit!!


July 11, 2008

Michael Jackson's shopping get-up

This image makes me want to cry. So tragic. For the record, I refuse to call him Wacko Jacko because calling him that is like pointing to a homeless person and laughing, "you don't have a house! you don't have a house!"


* via BuzzFeed.

July 7, 2008

Jonah Peretti talks viral videos on NPR, I'm a proud wife series!


Talk of the Nation, June 30, 2008 · When a video clip on the Internet gains widespread popularity through e-mail and other venues of Internet sharing, it becomes what's known as a "viral video." The often highly pixelated and wobbly images have such an air of authenticity about them that it's hard to watch without thinking, "Maybe I can make a video that goes viral!" The truth is, it's not only harder than it looks; people are paid a great deal of money to make things go viral.

Internet entrepreneur Jonah Peretti, hula-hooping viral video star Lauren Bernat and TV Week contributing writer Daisy Whitney talk about the highly controlled world of "viral video" and what's real, what's fake and how video became a big gun in the online marketing arsenal.

June 24, 2008

Jennifer Chung Internet Crush: I've got it bad

I am pretty sure that if we met we would be BFFs and bandmates in Andrea & Jennifer's Cover Band.

June 19, 2008

Stray: The new gay straight guy

Great new word for an old and beloved phenomenon.


BuzzFeed shout-out!

BuzzFeed has been so awesome lately! More content means more checking back every minute or so for goodies from the internets! If you haven't checked it out, I encourage you to do so now.

June 17, 2008

Face Transformer!! Edward involuntarily volunteered!

This website rulz!

Check out my brother's transformations:








June 10, 2008

Working on an asbestos case and remembered my tasteful cartoon on the subject


GGirl hated being judged for railing asbestos when she ran out of the good stuff. But two hours later all she could think was "I'm so over myself" as her nose bled down her pretty dress.

June 9, 2008

iPhone hand-me-down please!!!

The better, faster, stronger, lighter, hotter iPhone will be available on July 11th and you deserve it!!! Please hand over your old iPhone and I will hack it so that I can use it while remaining enslaved to T-Mobile in order to avoid the penalty fee of cancelling my contract. Call it your blogger charity. xoxoxoxoxox.


Down Syndrome Dolls

What do you thoughtful people, who won't laugh or cringe at this, think???!!


May 13, 2008

Dressed for a Meeting, Ready for Mayhem by Christine Hauser, NY Times

I love this article for combining detectives and fashion - what more could a girl want??! Also, it makes clear what many people seem to have forgotten - that what you wear is what you convey to the world that you are! Remember when Juicy Couture sweat suits didn't exist??!! Those were the days. I practically gouge out my eyeballs every time I see one.


From his precinct on the fringes of Hell’s Kitchen, Detective Kevin P. Schroeder has cracked the case of a corpse in a Dumpster, wrestled a man into handcuffs on the sidewalk, and chased suspects across rooftops and down fire escapes.

When he prepares for a day at work, he puts his handgun in a holster, clips his cellphone and radio on his belt, and tucks handcuffs into his waistband, letting one of the cuffs dangle outside where he can easily grab it.

And then, in a well-worn tradition that has endured for more than a century, Detective Schroeder adds one more crucial piece of gear. He puts on a tailored suit jacket that has been cut with extra material around the waist.

That way, there are no unsightly bulges from gun and gear.

“I like room in it because of my pistol, my handcuffs, my radio,” Detective Schroeder said. “You want it a little bigger than you normally would get.”

“I try to wear my less expensive suits if I am going out to track a bad guy,” he added. Continue reading...

April 23, 2008

Fantastical Bjork video!! Wanderlust.


* via BuzzFeed.

April 22, 2008

Graffiti Taxonomy Print --- E!

How cool is this??!! Graffiti that looks like calligraphy - get it while you can (I know I am personally responsible for reducing the inventory of 100 by three)!





World's Largest iPhone!


April 15, 2008

Somebody has to be in control: The effort behind George Clooney’s effortless charm. By Ian Parker, New Yorker Magazine

I was surprisingly captured by this article. It's probably because "oh my god, George Clooney is so dreamy!" but it was also because I enjoyed Ian Parker's writing style and his frequently spot-on insights to Cloons' psychology. Enjoy!


March 11, 2008

Angelina Jolie & Andrea Harner separated by Brad Pitt, according to Katy. LOL!!


March 6, 2008

Congratulations to Christian Siriano!!!!!!

The fierce, ferosh and flagrantly talented Christian deserves the $100,000 to start his line!!!




February 19, 2008

Zee's shoes and panties!!



January 14, 2008

They don't make costumes like they used to

Kenyatta ruled as a chicken:


December 20, 2007

The Golden Suicides by Nancy Jo Sales, Vanity Fair

More from the Theresa Duncan - Jeremy Blake tragedy: cuar01_suicides0801.jpg

November 16, 2007

Chicken bag

Sometimes you are overwhelmed by love for your friends when they write, "Look! I bought a chicken bag! Isn't it great?!"

The answer is yes, Zee. Yes yes yes yes yes!!


November 12, 2007

Amy Sedaris' Home in House & Garden

Other than her apt having too much stuff and leaning too much in the gay man kitsch territory for me, we have several interior design similarities - children's room like vibe and all the animals!! In our bedroom alone we have a horse, a flea and octopi!




* Thanks to Lily for the tip via Design Sponge!

November 5, 2007

Partytime in Brooklyn above Dashing Diva!!

The moment I set eyes on the large gray kitty George, I was in obsessive love. He was gregarious, hilarious, filled to the brim with 'tude and even though huge, he thought he was svelte and sexy. Unfortunately he terrorizes Black Cat - the only black cat in the photos and whose eyes you see in the background of a photo in which she sits atop a dresser, her only "safe place". George doesn't realize his awesomeness nor his terrorist tendencies. He may be looking for a new home. If and when that day comes it will be a fight to the death to see who gets to lay their paws on George first!





















* Thanks again to Evan Roth & Michele Walther for a fun party!

October 29, 2007 in 50 years.


* Thanks for the photo, Lily!!

October 15, 2007

Artists do the darndest things!

Some people have a hankering for donuts. Some have one for a third ear!


* Thanks to Mary for the tip!

October 5, 2007

Lashes needed curling, Japan summer '07


* On the Yurikamome.

Cute Kyoto Couple, Japan summer '07


* Ginkaku-ji in Kyoto.

October 4, 2007

My best friends, Japan summer '07

There was nothing these girls couldn't intellectualize! We had a blast!!


* Shibuya, Japan.

Beauty tools, Japan summer '07

I have a big day of beautification ahead of me!! Tomorrow I will have an unbelievably firm face, neck and chin, tight calves and perky boobs...YES!






* One of my favorite stores in the world, LOFT in Shibuya.

October 2, 2007

Cute pink look, Japan summer '07


* Kyoto

Guys! -> Accessorize!!! Japan summer '07



* Man about to exit the Ginkaku-ji in Kyoto & Man en route to ride the yurikamome.

T-Shirt Talk, Japan summer '07



* In Kyoto.

September 27, 2007

Men's Vogue 13 Visionaries articles online now!

The Men's Vogue article about my super hubby Jonah Peretti whom I am ceaselessly proud of is now available online so read up if you're interested!


What they would look like if they weren't famous










* Thanks to Sally for these pics from her wallet!!

This lamp clearly belongs in my apartment


September 18, 2007

Jonah Peretti in Men's Vogue - Apparently Men's Vogue agrees with me that Jonah's a visionary!!

Oh wait, that's me! How did Andrea Harner finagle that, you ask??!! Answer is I was fortunate enough to be asked to join the photo shoot (wearing my favorite color!) so now you know what the mystery event was! And here's the accompanying article!


September 17, 2007

Salvatore Newport Ferragamo, Paul's new shoes


Models can't be bothered to carry their portfolios so the FedEx man does it



* Broadway & Prince.

September 14, 2007

Yesterday was Stripes Day! Did you obey?!


September 7, 2007

Lightening Bolt Heels, F train


September 6, 2007

World's Smallest Mirror


* Mini-mirror present from my Mom - can be found at Yojiya!

September 4, 2007

Mommy Loves Tokyo, Japan summer '07


* Harajuku

Nice skirt! Kinda...Japan summer '07


* Shibuya's Dogenzaka area

August 30, 2007

You can be whoever you want to be, Japan summer '07


* Seian University of Art and Design ad

August 28, 2007

Edward's Suit Dance Part II, Japan summer '07


Style collision, Japan summer '07


Nice blazer & tie! Japan summer '07


* My brother Hiromi in Mitsukoshi department store in Sakae, Nagoya.

One's better dressed than the other, Japan summer '07


Cigarette break, Japan summer '07


One person has better fashion sense, Japan summer '07


* Sakae region of Nagoya.

August 27, 2007

Edward's Suit Dance Part I, Japan summer '07


August 20, 2007

Madonna of old

While catching up on my Perez Hilton studies I was reminded that Madonna had a birthday on August 16th and I fondly reminisced on the Madonna of old. I loved her. She was my greatest inspiration as a youngster. She was a true star.


Conspiracy of Two by David Amsden, NY Mag

Still as intriguing as ever, here's New York Magazine's take.


August 14, 2007

Spandex can never be too small, Paul Ohan


* Early August, uptown Bloomingdales.

August 9, 2007

Perfect rain shoes for NYC!


* Thanks for designing these, Sally Rumble!! LOLOLOL.

To Punish Thai Police, a Hello Kitty Armband by Seth Mydans, NY Times


* Thanks to Annie Maxwell for having a google alert on 'Hello Kitty'! LOLOLOL.

August 8, 2007

American Apparel Cameltoe shorts

American Apparel continues to gross me out.


Staircase to Nowhere, LAist

Interesting comments and post.

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August 7, 2007

These Converse aren't going to clean themselves!


Lips make sexy lady


* Chinatown, NYC.

Eyebrow shows your elegant


* Chinatown, NYC.

August 6, 2007

Jeremy Blake & Theresa Duncan, Halloween


The Theresa Duncan Tragedy by Kate Coe, LA Weekly News


The most revealing article thus far which paints not such a nice picture of Theresa but feels like a more whole picture than has been reported thus far. Interesting quotes, the first of which makes one suspect mental illness in the family:

“She claimed [her father] had serious mental-health problems and was notorious around town for doing bizarre things,” recalls Gesue.

“She was losing her grip on reality, and Jeremy was so devoted to her that he would go along with it . . . It became impossible to ignore, and so my [girlfriend] and I began to extricate ourselves.”

Art dealer and gallery owner Christine Nichols, who had known the couple for years, told the Weekly that Duncan sometimes found it hard to see Blake working with anyone but her. Their relationship was so intertwined, Nichols says, “You were either in complete agreement with everything they said or you were an enemy.”

Theresa Duncan & Jeremy Blake suicides theory

Jeremy, having met Theresa when he was only 23 (she was 28 at the time - note the emotionally significant ages and the vast difference in maturity between them) embodied the younger man looking up to the older woman dynamic. Theresa's career was firmly established and on the rise. Undoubtedly she taught him, supported him and was a crucial ingredient to Jeremy's success. Over the years however while Jeremy's career took off, Theresa's was flailing and she increasingly lost touch with reality as she saw conspiracies as reasons for her failed projects . Her despair and fears permeated Jeremy the way any close couple shares their pain but this situation was insidious because her mental problems went largely unchecked because she was an artist and a writer and they say and do wacky things and it's extremely difficult for people on the outside to know when there's a real problem. In this atmosphere Jeremy was the younger guy taking the lead from his older woman - whatever she said portrayed as reality was his reality. Their paranoia became a self-fulfilling prophecy - the more skeptical friends and family grew of their accusations, the more they felt misunderstood and even attacked by their surroundings and reinforced the belief that they could only trust each other. Jeremy's mother is quoted saying Jeremy was a loyal caretaker - how incredibly apt. That statement plus Jeremy, seemingly out of left field, accusing a colleague of trying to ruin Theresa's reputation all point to him as an impressionable guy so wrapped up in Theresa's perspective it became his and he was doing all that he could to protect her and ultimately them. He wasn't able to step out of the dynamic and see things differently than she did. In terms of his art and whether he was able to conceive of going on in life without her, she was his one worthwhile audience member and critic. His critique of the art world was growing as was her/their paranoia and the two of them became sealed as each others trustworthy muse and critic. In the end he couldn't go on without either. To the core, Jeremy was influenced by Theresa and until the end lived and died by her perspective. As his suicide note simply says, he wanted to be reunited with her. After all, the only adult life he knew was with her and in the last few years of their lives, insulating and endangering themselves in the 'us against them' cocoon they built.

The Puzzling, Tragic End of a Golden Couple by David Segal, Washington Post

Another article with a little more info.

The world as Jeremy Blake and Theresa Duncan saw it by Chris Lee, LA Times


Wow. The most comprehensive reporting to date on the deaths of Jeremy Blake and Theresa Duncan.

Two snippets:
In a 27-page "chronology" written by Blake in October in preparation for a lawsuit against the church that was never filed, he alleges the couple was "methodically defamed, harassed, followed and threatened" by Scientologists. The document lists Tom Cruise, filmmaker-artist-author Miranda July, writer-director Paul Thomas Anderson, former Viacom Chief Executive Tom Freston, alternative rocker Beck and Art Forum Editor Tim Griffin, among others, as players in the dispute. In addition, a number of Hollywood talent agents and major league art collectors were accused of being in on the conspiracy.

"I think Theresa, in one of her rare moments of self-reflection, recognized she had burned all of these bridges in Jeremy's career with the paranoia," Schlei said. "Jeremy was her creation. And she was killing the thing she created, this great, terrific artist. She realized what she had done. To let him live, she had to go. But in a symbiotic relationship, one couldn't last without the other."

August 3, 2007

My Architect by Nathaniel Kahn


This is such a well-made, heartfelt film. It took five years and you can tell! Very nicely sewn together and such a strong pull of a story: a son seeking to understand the father he barely knew who was both an esteemed architect and a failed family man. While I'm sure it's possible to watch this without crying I teared every 20 minutes or so. An excellent documentary worth your time!

August 2, 2007

Muse on South Beach, Miami '07

This woman conjured up images of an older Giulietta Massina. I was smitten. Look at how bold, beautiful and commanding she is!




July 31, 2007

Theresa Duncan & Jeremy Blake deaths

Update: Jeremy Blake's body identified. RIP.


I am obsessed with this case of apparent double-suicide. Journalists are suggesting that harassment by the Church of Scientology and other seemingly paranoid thoughts as detailed in Theresa Duncan's blog post from May feuled this tragedy. I can't stop scouring the internet for updates because there are so so many unanswered questions and it's plain creepy.

Did she really kill herself? Her blog doesn't seem like the blog of someone who would kill herself - obviously one can beguile their readers but still...she didn't seem in the depths of despair. If so, then why? There must have been a trigger. Did she have a history of depression? Pills and booze found next to her body plus the conspiracy stuff...conjures up a little Marilyn...A long suicide note? What does it say?

As a romantic it fits in my world view that Jeremy Blake was unable to fathom living without her so he took his own life. I can get that. Or...he faked his death for an art piece about death and fame. It's his final act in resignation from the art world. He killed her. He broke up with her and his guilt overwhelmed him. The body that washed up onshore that they're suspecting is his probably is...otherwise, is he sipping on a pina colada on a remote beach?

Who knows but why aren't more people talking about this online? It is because the art world is snooty and insular and private? Or is this all a hoax?

Mystery event hair & makeup!



The mystery will be revealed in the fall!

July 26, 2007

Peach is the new pink!

Another in the very exciting subway series of guess who?!...



July 24, 2007

'Remember you will die' watch

I love and appreciate the concept of this watch - life is short! be nice to your loved ones! live to the fullest! The face is beautiful but too bad the stainless steel case is so bulky and where the band connects to the case so airy, otherwise I would have bought one. Take note: Only a handful of the 100 limited pieces are left so act quickly!


* Thanks to cousin Angelina for posting this first!

July 23, 2007

Too old for MTV, Miami '07


* Collins & 7th, South Beach.

July 16, 2007

Cool Japanese dolls, Paris '07




* Window shopping in the Marais.

New Parisian shoes - Bjork inspired, Paris '07

Someone got cute new shoes!


July 5, 2007

Fashion Caution! Paris '07


* Fellow passenger on the Vedette de Paris.

June 20, 2007

Kucoon Designs by Andrea Spratt!

I could not be prouder of my dearest and oldest friend (she's 57) Andrea Spratt (pictured below) with whom I spend every waking hour of my very special 14-16 year old existence. She has followed her passion for designing original, sexy, eco-conscious clothing and of course it's all coming together. Check out her stuff online or if in LA you can check out her upcoming show or if you want to be more intimate you can stop by her studio and home (I'll give only psychos her address). Love you Flatty! Congrats and see you in August!





June 11, 2007

Trash The Dress - sign me up!

I so so so want to do this. Wear my beautiful dress which would otherwise never be touched again, in a photoshoot, the sole purpose of which is to create awesome photos without regard to the precious dress - radical! Anyone done this?


* via BuzzFeed!

June 8, 2007

Funny Face

Funny Face is one of my top 5 favorite movies of all time and admit to having watched it too many times to count. Audrey Hepburn is at her best and plays a book-ish, funny looking girl who gets noticed by premier fashion magazine photographer played by Fred Astaire and whisked off to Paris for fashion week - in a word, divine. Everything about this movie from gorgeous Paris in the 50's to the funny philosophical struggle in the story line to the vibrant colors ("Think Pink!") and clothing designed by's a treasure.


May 30, 2007

Purple Rain!

My new go-to dress:


* Thanks to Gabby Golightly for this link!!

April 24, 2007

Aisha Tyler & Angelina Jolie: Identical Twins

I have always thought the two of them are nearly identical. Don't not agree with me just to be exact and precise and bo~~ring. You know they could be twins:


March 5, 2007

Dahl: The cute girl from Project Runway strikes!

I loved Alison Kelly's personal style from last season's project runway so I am delighted to hear that she's launched her clothing line! I'm excited for her because judging from these pieces, they could be popular but unfortunately I'm not so into them - I'd prefer she let me rummage through her closet instead. Aly, slumber party in your closet!!


* via BuzzFeed.

February 26, 2007

Comfy shoes









Thanks to Hannah for the link!

January 18, 2007



* Shibuya Sentaagai, 12.06

December 15, 2006 an awesome site!!

Do you notice something amiss???

my pimped pic!

You may have a statistics final to study for, a homework problem set to complete and a 10 page paper to start and finish all by Wednesday but you'll play in this site for a long time. I have one data point (my behavior) to prove this.

* Jonah, Arianna and me, summer 2006

December 6, 2006

Victoria's Secret Fashion Show

Anyone else watch the angels on the runway and JT bring back sexy last night??

It's simply riveting to listen to models talk. Cool behind-the-scenes production POV though!

November 14, 2006

[Could you be] the most beautiful girl in the world?

Yes, Kate Moss, you are.

I think Kate Moss is the most beautiful woman in the world and I think it's weird that so many women feel this way about her too, yet she seems pretty personality-less (except if a fondness of coke equals personality). So I ask you, my dear readers who are equally ready to support and respect me as you are to burn me at the stake...Do you agree that Kate Moss is the most beautiful woman in the world?...and...Isn't is disturbing that the woman so many of us think easily holds this title seems to have much more personal style than personality? The obvious retort is that she's private and good at being private however I don't buy that. I'm not so sure I'd enjoy hanging out with her. So what do you have to say to that?!


* This post is dedicated to Anil Dash, Stuart Michie and everyone else who recognized the title of this post as a Prince song and to Peggy Wang for the great link after a discussion where we agreed on Kate Moss' superior style status and to Lily Whitall for loving Kate Moss as unreasonably as I do.

October 17, 2006


If you're a people watcher and also a street/unique fashion watcher, you will love Facehunter. Actually you're probably "reading" it now. Check it now! If you've found Mary-Kate's (you know who I'm referring to) cameo you should get back to work - that's enough facehunter for you today.


October 3, 2006

Hermes perfume in theory and in practice

I love, love, love perfume. The quest to find the best perfumes is so enchanting and addictive...yet I make sure to stop and smell the perfumes along the way.

This is an interesting New Yorker article about the making of an Hermes perfume and some Hermes perfume history and let me tell you, the Hermes perfume I use and adore, Un Jardin en Mediterranee is truly divine.

Who knows...our olfactory machines could be wired completely differently and you may find it revolting but isn't life about taking risks? Especially the really important risks worth taking??


P.S. I also love Creed's Neroli Sauvage and Serge Luten's Fleurs d'Oranger.

May 12, 2006

Disturbing article on beauty treatments, sheep and Oprah.

Read this article.

In case you needed more proof, you'll discover that people are sheep. It's truly sad that so many women have lost their minds and souls.

Is it such a crazy idea that what makes for the most beautiful woman is one who has learned to embrace her so called flaws and aging and through that process has become truly confident and attractive??!!

Thanks to Celeste for the article!

January 19, 2006

Fashion Nerd: Diana Eng

I love this fashion nerd (and she's not identifying as a nerd to be cute) who unfortunately got booted from Project Runway a couple weeks ago:

Check out her blog - the mention of her grandmother/mentor at the top is priceless.


March 23, 2005

Dare To Bare: Vanessa Beecroft

Her basketcase-ness is sad but intriguing...

Sunday March 13, 2005
The Observer

Shortly before taking the Long Island Rail Road out
to spend the day with Italian conceptual artist
Vanessa Beecroft, I eat a huge American-style
breakfast at the Empire Diner in Chelsea - two fried
eggs, potato chips, English muffin, two slices of
toast - and end up with stomach ache. This
over-fuelling stems from the knowledge that
Beecroft, now 35, has struggled to control an
obsession with food since the age of 12. Bearing
this in mind, it's unlikely she'll be offering me
anything to eat. My hunch proves correct. When I
arrive at the scenic, coastal home that Beecroft
shares with her husband Greg Durkin, 28, a social
researcher, and their two sons (Dean, three, and
Virgil, seven months) her British assistant, Ian
Davis, mutters knowingly: 'I hope you had breakfast

Everything in Vanessa Beecroft's life revolves
around food. She and her husband bought their rural
retreat in Cold Spring Harbor, Long Island, partly
because it would cut Beecroft's access to the
24-hour convenience stores available on every street
corner in New York City - too much of a temptation
when the craving for a binge comes on. They also
bought it because it had an indoor swimming pool.

Beecroft suffers from what psychiatrists call
'exercise bulimia', a compulsive need to burn off
unwanted calories using excessive exercise. For
Beecroft, swimming was, until recently, an
intoxicating drug. When she was pregnant with Dean,
she insisted - despite the protests of her husband
and his mother, Sheril Durkin, a registered
dietician - on swimming 100 laps a day to ensure her
weight gain was kept to the minimum. Today, she no
longer swims, instead practising ashtanga yoga
('power yoga') seven days a week. Without it, she
says she would 'go crazy'. In her teens, she tried
unsuccessfully to vomit food she wished she hadn't
eaten - all that saved her from rampant bulimia was
her body's refusal to play ball. The spectre of
anorexia haunted her teens and twenties, too, when
she smoked to keep her weight down, attempted
crash-dieting with amphetamines, undertook damaging
fasts, exercised beyond any sensible limits of
endurance, and kept a diary - The Book of Food -
detailing every single morsel that passed her lips
between 1983 and 1993 (for example, if she ate an
orange, she'd note the date, time and how it made
her feel). Even now, a decade after she stopped
keeping the food diary, there are still days when
she longs to note what she eats, such was the power
of this coping mechanism.

Beecroft announced herself boldly to the art world
in 1993, when she showed The Book of Food. After a
professor at the Accademia di Belle Arti di Brera
Scenografia in Milan, where she studied from 1988 to
1993, invited her to participate in a group show at
the city's Inga-Pin gallery, she adapted what
remained of The Book of Food (the first four years
of entries were lost by a friend hired to type them
up) into a white cube-shaped book. The book, placed
in the centre of an empty gallery, was supplemented
by a 'live sculpture' or 'live painting' of 30
girls, consisting of fellow Brera students or girls
found on the streets of Milan, who were instructed
to move around the space, aloof, numb, dressed in
Beecroft's own clothes - mostly red or yellow (two
of Beecroft's favourite colours). Many of the girls,
chosen for their uncanny resemblance to Beecroft,
were themselves struggling with eating disorders. On
the walls, drawings and watercolours of girls
wrestling with eating disorders, primitive brightly
coloured stick figures (sometimes just an arm or a
torso or hair or a leg) reminiscent of sketches by
Tracey Emin (all chronologically titled VBDW01,
VBDW02, VBDW03, the acronym standing for 'Vanessa
Beecroft Drawings and Watercolours').

This first 'performance' set the blueprint for
Beecroft's future as a conceptual artist. Since
then, she has staged a further 53 performances
around the world (all titled VB01, VB02, VB25, VB45,
etc), each more elaborate than its predecessor.

Earlier performances tended to feature a handful of
girls wearing high heels (Beecroft calls heels
'pedestals'), cheap costumes and wardrobe, allusions
to European cinema (films by Fassbinder, Godard,
Visconti) and classical painting (Rembrandt,
Holbein, della Francesca), and red, yellow or
platinum wigs. As budgets grew in proportion to her
reputation, she started using professional models,
strikingly presented by make-up artists such as Pat
McGrath, and wearing clothes and accessories loaned
or specially created by fashion designers such as
Miuccia Prada, Tom Ford, Helmut Lang, Dolce &
Gabbana, and Manolo Blahnik, all eager to associate
themselves with Beecroft's complex vision (even if
Beecroft's assistant tells me 'The fashion in
Vanessa's work is a red herring' and Beecroft
herself says, 'I don't follow fashion').

Many of these mutually beneficial artist/designer
collaborations (Beecroft gets kudos from the fashion
press, the designers get intellectual cachet from
the art press) are brokered by Beecroft's long-term
friend/mentor Franca Sozzani, the influential editor
of Vogue Italia, who sees a very clear role for
fashion in Beecroft's work.

'Fashion is important in her performances because
she subdues it to her will,' Sozzani tells me. 'It's
not important as a logo, trend or status symbol:
fashion items are used to underline the woman's body
and to express the concept behind her performances.'
The 'girls' (Beecroft's term for the models) have
also become increasingly stripped, to the extent
where most performances since VB23 have featured
partial or full nudity. These beautiful and
disturbing tableaux vivants, which are always staged
twice (once for the public, once for photographing
and filming: Beecroft's network of dealers trade in
limited-edition photographs and DVD/video films of
each performance) have confounded critics eager for
easy categorisation, been pronounced 'dope' by
celebrity fans such as Leonardo DiCaprio, been
slated as vapid art/fashion fusion catwalk shows,
and enraged older generations of feminists while
thrilling the younger. As Maria Elena Buszek, an art
historian at the Kansas City Art Institute,
explains: 'Beecroft is the veritable poster-girl for
our current, third wave of feminist art history.
There's an ambivalence in her work that is present
in the work of many of her contemporaries, which is
the result of a culture that has both internalised
feminist goals more than any generation that
preceded it, and chafes against what it perceives as
feminism's restraints.'

On 8 April, at the Neue National galerie in Berlin,
she will stage her biggest performance to date,
VB55, featuring 100 girls. The resulting three
prints and solitary DVD are expected to set a new
record for sales of Vanessa Beecroft's art.

Arriving at Beecroft's house, my taxi driver clocks
the silver BMW in the garage, the indoor swimming
pool and the sprawling countryside surrounding the
house, shakes his head and says, 'Damn, these
motherfuckers got it all.' At the door, I'm greeted
by one of two full-time nannies, a smiley Virgil in
her arms.

In the living room, I find Beecroft sitting on a
white-leather couch, talking with her assistant. As
she introduces herself in a lilting Italian accent,
I note her healthy weight, the toned, muscular
ashtanga arms, her big eyes - at once little-girl
vulnerable and tomboyishly tough.

It transpires that, in a moment, she is heading
outside to pose naked for the photographer and his
assistant, the four inches of snow that fell
overnight making for a beautiful backdrop. 'I'm
letting society take revenge,' she says, alluding to
critics who hone in on her willingness to put naked
women on display, while never - with one or two
exceptions - appearing in the performances herself.

She tells me she hates being photographed. 'When I
am photographed, in my face and in my eyes there is
too much heaviness. I look at a camera and all the
heaviness comes. But the girls, they're pure.' The
girls (with the notable exception of VB39 and VB41,
both of which featured male members of the US Navy
as 'models', her performances always consist of
female models) are self-portraits according to
Beecroft, diary entries translated to a safely
distant, removed canvas of space and anonymous
flesh. She assigns the girls - who vary in look from
heavy to plain to model-beautiful to tattooed to
pierced to unhealthily thin - her shame, her
self-disgust, her anxieties. She turns the girls,
some of whom have been diagnosed with eating
disorders, into a reflection of her own ugly
emotional panorama.

Art magazine Parkett has also noted that there's a
'cruel classicism' to her aesthetic: she makes the
girls stand for up to three hours in uncomfortable
high heels, sometimes several sizes too small; she
has had the models' pubic hair shaved to make their
public violation more complete; and she gives them
strict rules (don't talk, don't move, don't make eye
contact with the audience). It's no wonder that
Fassbinder, a master of cruelty and control, is one
of her favourite film directors (Fassbinder
actresses Irm Hermann and Hanna Schygulla were cast
as 'characters' for VB51 in Germany).

After 54 performances, many remain unsure what to
make of Beecroft's work. Some see the fashion
element as superficial, some see the naked Helmut
Newton-esque images of these women as little more
than 'hooters for intellectuals' (as one review
famously dubbed her work). Some say she's demeaning
women, parading them like hunks of meat, in the
process creating a male wet dream, while others say
she's reclaiming sexualised images of women from the
pages of Penthouse and recontextualising them as
symbols of feminist empowerment.

Laura Piccinini, a journalist for Italian women's
monthly Amica, told me that Beecroft's eating
disorders, her obsession with fashion, her
deliberately provocative use of nudity, make her a
perfect tabloid-friendly artist for our
confessional, celebrity-gossip and
reality-TV-obsessed times. Beecroft's art is one of

'I had a difficult childhood,' says Beecroft, still
shivering from the photo shoot, as she warms her
hands on a mug of Yogi Tea. We're sitting at the
dining table, a whole shelf of Helmut Newton books
behind her (when Newton photographed her wearing a
leather bikini for Vogue, he screamed at her: 'I am
the father of your performances!'). She was born in
Genoa, Italy, on 25 April 1969, to a British father,
Andrew (a teacher, then classic-car dealer, today
retired and living in Beckenham with his second wife
and their two children), and an Italian mother,
Maria Luisa (a classics teacher, also retired, who
lives alone in Rapallo). Her parents chose the name
Vanessa after seeing Vanessa Redgrave in Antonioni's
Blow-Up while Maria Luisa was pregnant.

Straight after Vanessa was born, the Beecrofts moved
to Holland Park, west London. When she was three,
her parents separated (Beecroft would not see her
father again until she was 15) and her younger
brother (currently training to be a judge in Italy)
was sent to live with Maria Luisa's parents in
Genoa. ('As of today, I still ask my mother why and
she says she couldn't take care of two children,'
Beecroft says.)

Vanessa and her mother moved to a tiny village,
Malcesine, on the slopes of Lake Garda. There, her
mother taught at a local school and kept an austere
house which included a strict macrobiotic diet.
Running an atheist, manless home, working full-time
and subscribing to far-left political ideals hardly
endeared Maria Luisa to her fiercely Catholic,
family-centric neighbours.

They called the Beecrofts 'the foreigners', treating
them with suspicion. Today, Beecroft is proud of her
mother, though, calling her a 'progressive feminist'.

'It was a very strange and primitive state of
living,' she explains. 'No phone, no TV, no car, no
meat. My mother was against modern society. She was
angry about everything - men, the Pope, religion,
meat. But she was not a hippy at all because she was
a well raised Italian woman.'

Her earliest memories are of running through fields
with boys and drawing pictures of her dolls. When
she was 11, her mother moved them to Santa
Margherita, a seaside town just along the Ligurian
coast from Portofino, so Vanessa could re-establish
contact with her brother (their father was in London
and she wouldn't see him again until she was 16,
when he dismissed her from his doorstep for being
'too intense').

'People were more spoiled,' she says. 'When we
arrived, I was wearing wooden shoes and they laughed
at me. That was difficult. But at school, I was good
at drawing. I saw a way of escaping in art, so I
decided to focus on studying.'

Her problems with food started with puberty. 'When I
was 12, I started to become a woman and my body
began to change. I was devastated because I couldn't
be a boy any more. I lost my boyish look. When I
started to become something else, I didn't know how
to keep it together. It was really painful - the
more you eat, the more like a woman you become.
That's when my obsession with food started. I felt
very alone, but now I see that every woman in my
family has an eating disorder.' At 14, she went to
art school in Genoa. In her spare time, she read
Vogue (her mother wouldn't let her read it at home),
visited galleries across Italy with her mother and
spent weekends with her best friends - three
aristocratic, anorexic sisters. She also started The
Book of Food. 'The anxiety of having eaten something
and having it inside and not knowing how big and how
much... I thought, "I'm going to write it down and
look at it and see if it's really so much. And one
day, I might give it to a doctor so they will
analyse if it's OK." But then it became an obsession
and I wrote down everything I ate. I would go all
day thinking, "I ate an apple at 12 o'clock, I must
write it down, I mustn't forget."'

Alongside food entries, she added comments like: 'I
am a pig', 'Slut', 'Terrible anxiety', 'Dogged
bulimia', 'I'm bursting', 'Apathy fear fatigue',
'Trying to vomit', 'Monster'. As The Book of Food
attests, things got worse. One day, in a fit of
despair, she ate a whole bag of walnuts, shells and
all, and had to be rushed into hospital and treated
for peritonitis. 'The doctor said, "What are you
eating?",' Beecroft says, with a sigh. 'I told him I
was eating walnuts, the whole thing, with the shell.
I was smashing them with a hammer and swallowing the
whole thing. I thought it would be purifying.' The
doctor referred her to a psychiatrist. 'He was a Red
Brigade,' Beecroft recalls, laughing. 'I loved
seeing him. But I had to leave because we couldn't
afford it. Instead I started to smoke cigarettes so
I would become skinny.'

When she was 18, she enrolled at Genoa's Accademia
Ligustica di Belle Arti Pittura, where, to
Beecroft's frustration, she was unable to make
herself throw up, unlike some girls there. 'Every
other girl could and I couldn't. I would try in the
bathroom with my head in the toilet for two hours
and eventually I'd start bleeding because I was
hurting myself and I got scared. My best friend
there used to be obese, and then she looked like a
model because she smoked cigarettes all day and
threw up, and I was so jealous.' Unhappy, she
transferred to the Brera Academy in Milan,
supporting herself by working as a live-in au pair.
Accepting that she couldn't throw up her food, she
started excessively exercising when the family was
out ('I would stay in my room and jump by myself and
write down: 30 minutes jumping, 50 minutes jumping,
in The Book of Food') and began colour-coding her
diet (a trick usually used by bulimics so they can
identify specific foods when they vomit that
Beecroft re-appropriated in a bid to turn herself
into one of her own sickly stick drawings).

'I thought that if I eat green, I will become green.
So, for a long time, I ate only green food. And then
orange food. And I was looking to my skin to become
more green if I ate spinach, or orange if I ate
carrots. I was trying to colour myself like in my
drawings. I wanted my skin to be transparent, and
the colours underneath orange and green and red.'
When she showed The Book of Food at Inga-Pin
Gallery, she closed the diary: 'The day I decided to
use The Book of Food as art was the day I stopped.'

Instead, now able to afford gym membership, she
binged on exercise - mostly aerobics and swimming.
The exercise brought relief and offered an antidote
to her problems. 'Instead of this food,' she
explains, 'instead of vomiting or doing what these
other girls were doing, if I exercised, life was
still worth living. I could go back to real life.
Because as soon as food would come in, I would start
to feel guilty, that I didn't deserve to eat. Why
should I eat? What should I eat? And the only way to
deal with this was to exercise.'

Beecroft's big break, the one that catapulted her on
to an international platform, came in 1995, when
influential New York art dealer Jeffrey Deitch saw a
photograph from VB09 in an art magazine. 'I saw a
tiny image of her work which was presented at a
gallery in Germany,' says Deitch. 'The image was
just so arresting, because it was a new kind of
reality that she had developed. It was not a
painting or a sculpture, it was not a normal
photograph, it was not just people sitting there in
real life. It was something in between. It was like
nothing I had ever seen before.'

Intrigued, he invited Beecroft to stage a
performance in January 1996 to open his new second
gallery, Deitch Projects. The result confirmed in
Deitch's mind that here was an entirely new artist
at work.

'Her work comes out very much from the tradition of
Italian painting and sculpture - Italian Mannerist
painting, Baroque painting, sculptors like Canova -
and the tradition of performance art: Duchamp, Yves
Klein, Gilbert and George. The foundations are
classical Italian tradition and the tradition of
radical performance art and live art. And then she's
also very much involved in something more
contemporary, this world of reality TV and fashion
shows. There's an awareness of contemporary culture
that's in the mix as well.'

He became her dealer and Beecroft moved from Milan
to Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Nine years later, Deitch
has made a very tidy sum from selling Beecroft's
work to 'collectors of great works of pop, minimal
and conceptual art', and sees her as spearheading a
new wave of women's art.

'Vanessa's a new kind of woman artist,' he explains.
'Without question Vanessa is a feminist, but she's a
very contemporary kind of feminist. There's a new
group of women artists and Vanessa's in the
vanguard, and I would also add Cecily Brown and
Pipilotti Rist, where the women are using sexual
imagery from a very powerful, very feminine point of
view, and it's a kind of powerful sexual imagery
that can even intimidate the male. If one is present
at a Vanessa Beecroft performance, they are not
erotic. You feel the power of the women's presence.
It is an intimidating image.'

After marrying Greg Durkin in Portofino in September
2000 (the wedding was turned into a special project
entitled VBGD - the couple's initials), Beecroft
spent most of 2001 pregnant.

'I'm on Zoloft [an antidepressant], the only drug
you can take when you nurse, a very little dosage,
very small,' she explains, rubbing her heavily
tattooed arms. 'It makes you numb, I kind of like it
actually. But when I am not, oh my God. I stopped
when I got pregnant with Dean and I got crazy again
- the police arrived one night because I was
breaking the car.'

This wasn't the only time her husband Greg called
the police during this era. The second time was in
autumn 2001 when the couple got into another
ferocious fight, at a hotel in Los Angeles. Beecroft
was handcuffed by LAPD officers and only released
when she calmed down. Once she had given birth to
Dean, her psychiatrist put her back on Zoloft.

'I take it to keep the family in peace,' she
whispers, as if telling me a secret.

'I have to become numb or otherwise I become too
much. I was raised by my mother throwing plates
everywhere - tomatoes, plates - and everything was
destroyed and then she'd cry a little bit and then
it would stop. I thought it was normal to destroy
the house. So I take Zoloft for the children, but
also to survive. I am so high maintenance!'

We are interrupted by Dean, who joins us, doe-eyed,
wanting to blow out the candle flickering on the
table between us. It's getting dark. I tell her I
should get going. 'Do you have anything to eat on
the train?' she wants to know. When I say no, she
hurries to the kitchen and starts to make me a
picnic. On the train, heading back to Manhattan,
hungry, I open the plastic bag and find inside two
apples, two sachets of Yogi Tea, peanuts, each
carefully, individually wrapped.

As I bite into a green apple, I try to make sense of
all the contradictions surrounding Beecroft: she's a
doting mother with a nine-to-five husband who calls
herself a feminist; she considers her performances
self-portraits but rarely appears in them herself;
she is supported by powerful fashion figures yet
claims not to follow fashion; she's plagued by
eating disorders but doesn't care to label herself
bulimic or anorexic; she's obsessed with control yet
surrounded by powerful people; she's very much an
artist of the moment but isn't interested in any
contemporary art after the abstract expressionists;
she's happy to put naked women on public display but
finds being photographed herself agonising.

Her work is no less contradictory and that's why she
is so successful, so on the pulse. It's the perfect
product of a time when we claim to despise reality
TV but secretly watch it; fear globalisation but
cherish that Starbucks latte; see the vapidity of
fashion but save up for a Prada jacket; bemoan our
celebrity-fixated culture while tuning in to see
that exclusive Madonna interview. As a culture right
now, we're a mass of contradictions and, like all
great art, Vanessa Beecroft's performances beam that
uncomfortable truth right back at us.

� Vanessa Beecroft's VB55 will be staged at the Neue
Nationalgalerie in Berlin on 8 April

July 3, 2003

Best Boyfriend Buys Band-Aids

Summer has finally arrived so I did what any silly girl would do...put on her high heel sandals!

After a day of walking I was blistered and seriously in pain...and not just on the outside, my friends!

Next thing I knew, my sweet, lovely, wonderful boyfriend asked me to jump on his back and then he carried me down 6 flights of stairs and 2 blocks to the nearest deli!!

While he caroused in the deli, I took a look at the sad condition of my feet:


And then my knight in shining armour emerged equipped with Band-Aids!


I'm all patched up and good to go! I won't go down that easily, NYC!!!

June 26, 2003

A Very Special Sneak Preview...

While riding the subway home with Artist, Professor of Dirt Style Design and 100% Hip Hop LifeStyler Cory Arcangel, he spotted what is certain to be the hottest new fashion trend...

So those of you who care at all what you look like, go out and get your Looney Tunes Jump Suit!!


If you sift through Cory's pretty site, you'll see that his latest work is in a show opening on June 28th at Team Gallery...if you are ready to NEVER BE THE SAME, I'd suggest checking it out...100% guaranteed to chnage your life.

*Cory's arm frames the left side of the image.

February 27, 2003

I AGREE! Couples SHOULD wear matching outfits!

Are we cute or are we cute?


As you can see, we not only share the same FASHION sense, we also share an ARM!!!

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