Archive for November, 2012
- I am always fascinated to read about Christine Jorgensen, born George Jorgensen in the Bronx, who became the first person ever to have a widely publicized sex change operation, returning post-surgery from Europe and becoming—briefly and improbably—the toast of Hollywood. (BBC)
- Talk about the belly of the beast: these pictures of from inside the gargantuan warehouse spaces where Amazon stores its books are stupefying. (imgur)
- This color-coded map of the world’s most and least emotional countries is good for a laugh or two. (Washington Post via Refinery 29)
- Definitely don’t look at this one if you haven’t had breakfast yet. (Daily Mail)
- And finally: If there is a hell, I sincerely hope there is a special room for defense attorneys who argue that 11 year-old victims of gang rape were in any way asking for it. (chron.com)
As graphic and elegant a throw pillow as a girl could hope to find.
An accessory pouch and a wild party all in one.
Is this bronzing powder not almost too cute to use?
Every time I look at these headphones, I picture them on Donna Summer or Grace Jones or some other fantastic creature of 70s disco.
It seems unlikely that one could use these melamine plates and be in a bad mood at the same time.
I’m beginning to think that all the best leopard print scarves are the ones that come in colors. This excellent red is too good to pass up.
Why shouldn’t one’s makeup bag throw a little fabulosity out there into the universe?
And how about an actual animal print?
My iPhone is so ancient that it’s positively Flintstonian, and I keep putting off buying a new one, because the functions I need my mobile device to perform remain simple and few. But I have just now glimpsed this new iPhone 5 case by Danijo, and its post-millennial psychedelic fabulosity has put me in another frame of mind entirely. It’s part of a collection of seven, all apparently based on kaleidoscopic images of Danijo designs. If it came in a dress, this print might be a bit much. But as a wild fastasia of color the size of your hand? Crazy good fun.
- “I always knew I shouldn’t have said that,” and other notable quotes from everyone’s favorite late-night crush, Jon Stewart. (Flavorwire)
- Nobody brings the sartorial crazy more delightfully than the Brits; check out his slideshow from the British Fashion Awards and see if you agree. (British Vogue)
- Well, this is just as thoroughly dorky as it is completely amusing. (Time)
- The New Museum’s just-announced mega-retrospective, 1993: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star, could not be a more bold-faced move to pack the crowds in by capitalizing on 90s nostalgia. But I am one thousand per cent down with it nevertheless, and hope it comes with a soundtrack. (New Museum)
- Jesse Pinkman, now and forever. (Vulture)
Yayoi Kusama’s “I like myself” tee: twice as cool and twenty times more affordable than anything you’d find in her Vuitton collaboration.
Who among us could argue with the sentiment behind this slick little Yoko Ono water bottle?
Like the coolest version of a collectible plate ever.
Doesn’t the time feel right for a full-on early 80s Keith Haring radiant baby revival?
This achingly beautiful Robert Mapplethorpe orchid candle is almost too much to take.
A very cool way to remind your dear friend that her nasty little habit is killing her, courtesy of Yoshimoto Nara.
- It’s always something, indeed. (Gawker)
- I love when professional athletes get all cute like this. (Deadspin)
- And you thought your ex-boyfriends were the worst. (Sidebar of shame)
- It’s never too late to get the early word on season two of Girls. (SplitSider)
- Must to bookmark: Double Take, a new blog on the New Yorker’s website devoted to pieces from the magazine’s archives. First up: Mavis Gallant’s 1968 account of the Paris student uprisings, introduced by the magazine’s fiction editor, Deborah Treisman.
Aside from the scent, which can be lovely, they’re just a wonderful opportunity to invite a little moment of good design into your life. I’m partial to those with lots of typography, because they feel less girly and boudoir-ish, and more like you could burn them in every room of the house.
Scotch Plaid shirts. Retroishly, but not grunge retroishly. More like Ice Storm-crossed with back-to-school-issue-of-Seventeen circa 1979 retroishly.
For instance, this is a piggy bank.
And this? A fetchingly cubist salt and pepper grinder.
Just the most graceful little letter opener ever.
A keychain that is also a speaker.
This opens bottles.
And this is a tea strainer—but of course.
Nothing short of a scenario involving hot coals and pointy objects could get me out to stores on Black Friday—no judgment against those who do, but I just don’t have that kind of stamina. Cyber Monday is so much more my style: just plunk on down in front of the magic box and go. What could be better than browsing through all those hard-to-find indie designers at Brooklyn’s own Dear Fieldbinder, for instance, without ever having to get on the F train? (Just enter CYBER35 at checkout.) And how infinitely more pleasant is it to sort through a whole mess of Rebecca Minkoff bags without having to do the actual, physical, sorting? A few other highlights: Danijo—for all of your sparkly bib necklace-of-the-moment needs; Joie, who only make the cutest tops anywhere; Nars (makeup never goes on sale!); Otte, Cosabella, (again! never goes on sale!); Barneys; and jeweler Melissa Joy Manning. Also: and high-end style sites Style Bop and The Corner.