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I didn’t do a whole lot of anything on Valentine’s Day, it was mostly quiet and spent in- but there was a lovely breakfast which was quite nice. However, the day previous to the sometimes blacklisted VDay there was a whole lot done, without even batting an eye at the coincidentally preceding Friday the 13th (dun dun dun). This included finding tasty new Cajun food at the Big Mamou’s out in Williamsburg (4 handclaps) and seeing a much anticipated REPO! The Genetic Opera…
(caution: personal opinions and spoilers ahead)
or, the lukewarm reception this store was met with
“According to demography, this is what a significant portion of my fellow observable 18-24 year olds purchase and wear.” This was the rationale I had in my head when crossing the stone threshold at the recently opened Urban Outfitters that fell in the middle of my downtown earlier this summer. It only took about five months for this Urban Outfitters to gestate- remember that. But there it was, with it’s deceptively humble white neon sign perched atop the sculpted granite lentil. I opened the door to the store to find the number of people inside to be sparse and a cheery “Hi, welcome to Urban Outfitters!!” was promptly communicated at me from a near by sales associate. I reciprocated a responsive false signifier, and made a blitzkrieg for the men’s section. Read the rest of this entry »
I cried when I watched Obama’s speech tonight, I was so happy. Tonight was such an emotional roller coaster as Ian and I watched the election unfold. We were also totally mesmerized by the mysterious floating 3D senate/house display and will.i.am’s appearance via hologram on CNN. What was this? Star Wars? Thankfully, CNN was nice enough to provide us with some superior quality eye candy to keep us nerds engaged. How could we take our eyes off of Anderson Cooper in that fabulous suit? Shoot, I’d give up my legbite street cred for him (who is also, allegedly, a legbite. This possible fact only augments his amazing hotness, and, by extension, my street cred). Can I get a witness? Read the rest of this entry »
Dear Karl Lagerfeld,
I am so very sick of the weaponry-as-fashion movement that hipsters nationwide have appropriated for their very own. I’ve always interpreted all of those bullet-earrings, hand-gun pendants, and other silk-screened guns on “vintage” T-shirts as a confused fetishization of both capitalism and violence. At the end of the day, though, I’ve always thought: Fine, they can have their violence. If I were to alert them to their problematic gesture, they would probably just sigh, claim said gesture is “ironic” and continue reading Vice magazine through their Ray Bans.
But high fashion wants the handgun now? You finally drove this “movement” over the edge with those shoes you dreamed up for your Chanel Cruise 2009 Collection. Read the rest of this entry »
For some of you, this may come as old news. But for those of you who haven’t done a thorough google search of our favorite beauty queen lately, now hear this: allegedly, this pit bull hockey mom has her lipstick tattooed on. I guess compulsively reproducing, threatening women’s rights, and conducting business e-mail out of a Yahoo account all while pretending to be a feminist leaves very little time for lipstick application. It’s okay, Sarah, I understand. My real worry for you is that you’ll never be able to experience the joys of M.A.C. Lip Glass like the rest of us.
Anyway, the full “story” is here.
I suppose the real question is…should we care? Well, of course we should! You see, the internet is in the middle of a very important decision: is Sarah Palin a “milf,” a “vpilf,” a heartbeat away from being a “pilf,” or all three? In my opinion, this is breathtakingly milfy and I know milfy aesthetic when I see it, gosh darrnit you betcha!
By Ian Drinkwater & Trampas Locke
All of the fangirls;
Creaming their panties at once;
Destroys the whole world.
