Thanks for all the kind words, guys. I really miss writing. And I'm moving to London by the skin of my teeth.

So, to celebrate I am also moving blogs. I am now here.

So literal.

The hooded dress. Is it...
a) A sleek and useful fashion concept. You're dressed up but don't have to wash your hair!
b) Omigod! Your dress is eating you! (And boy is it still gonna be hungry when it's done..)
c) Cult-tastic!
d) I'm wearing that now, you snob.
e) Totally weird. This feature sucks, too.


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Trying out a new feature...

Love It or Hate It?


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Remember when, about a year after the fact, the Times announced that knitting circles were the new book clubs? How girls from Williamsburg to Astoria giggled uncomfortably, their necks swathed in homespun woolen goodness, and everyone was like, DuhHow New York remains the epicenter of American fashion is a mystery to me when we have a paper like ( Read more... )

I look into my crystal ball and I see the band of the future. Hands down, best show I've ever been to. Ever, ever. Glam rock. Hot makeup. Glowsticks and kazoos. Falsetto. Fuckin' guns (ok, no...but it's my new catchphrase). Rock.

(Take my advice and listen from the bottom up.)

On why you should never let someone talk you into crawling out of bed around midnight and going to a hipster bar with wall-to-wall bodies to hear a band that sucks. On why you should always wear makeup, even if you're thinking, Hey, it will be dark in there. Why do I need bronzer and blush? On why you should never brag about your shooting abilities ( Read more... )

I’m reading this book called Start Your Own Clothing Store. I’m reading it at work. I don’t really bother to hide it when people come into my office, not that people really come into my office. Today, I slumped in my seat for like thirty minutes and no one saw me. It was the closest I could get to sleeping without actually putting my body flat on ( Read more... )

There's a game that women play at wedding and baby showers called the Memory Tray. It's probably the stupidest game in creation. There's a bunch of items on a covered tray - a playing card, a thimble, scissors, a lipstick, knick-knacks basically (sometimes the items are thematic, like a baby shower would use a diaper pin, a pacifier, the condom you ( Read more... )

Overheard in Colorado.

At the dinner table.Old high school friend: Did you hear about Jimmy R___ ( Read more... )

I am going to start a shopping/style blog, but I’m trying to sort out how I want it to feel and look. In the meantime, I’m distracting myself here. I’m also working on an entry about going to Colorado, the accident, everything, but the truth is that right now, I just don’t want to talk about it.

Thus, more pretty things…

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