Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I've been a bit hesitant to say, out loud, that I like circle skirts. And here's why -- persistent image of pink article with flocked poodle on it. See also: bobby socks. And on the other side of gosh virginal, but equally repellent, is the very vulgar, perfectly illustrated by American Apparel in bitchin' blue. A picture does indeed speak a thousand words. AA has a knack for sleaze. They nail it, spot on every time.
No no no. When I say I like circle skirts, I mean the Urban Outfitter purple example. Not necessarily the purple, the cut. Worn with attitude and under garments. Sassy, fun -- it says, I enjoy being a girl because it's better.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
In reviewing ways to drive traffic to my blog, there was a lot of hideous jargon, unprincipled stuff that I simply won’t stand for. So I’ve decided to offer prizes, or “incentives,” in the parlance of the day, for visitors. They are pictured above, to wit: some mauve suede heel with a disturbing fluff of rabbit fur at the ankle strap. Size 7. Or for those with a more practical bent, a photo display that’s composed of a wire strung between two suction cups with sliding clips on the wire. I tried it on our frige — it works. But a caveat for frige use: better for a side-opening than a side-by-side.
So first two people to leave a comment on this site get swag. Enough of this pinging and tracking back. Who wants it? Not me. Claimants will have to provide, by highly secure means, their address so I can deliver the goods. I probably will not sell it to a budding financial planner or insurance salesman.
I may or may not continue to offer prizes for viewers, fun games, intriguing trivia and contests. One that springs to mind is a photo-documented contest of, say, least offensive wearing of liquid leggings. If someone can send a photo of someone (and that excludes Kate Moss) looking good in these atrocities, I will dream up a special prize. Of course submission may have to pass third-party rulings. Fine print, etc etc.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I wish I was smarter. It would be handy in a number of circumstances but most immediately in being able to position the text and photos so that they coordinate. Very frustrating because, right (write, ha) or wrong, I'm going to talk about Madge and my latest Saver's finds in the same post. It would be nice if the photo coordinated with the text to minimize confusion.
When I say something like, check out the pipes, I'm talking about this photo of Madge. Now I am a fifty year old woman who works out a lot, and I own this very same Nike running top, but that is where the similarities end with me and Madge. Don't get me wrong, good on her for staying fit and not letting herself go and all, but even before I saw this candid I was wondering to meself just how many reps on the dip machine she must be doing to accomplish shredding like this. Cynic that I am, I was thinking a lot. I am not going to say one single thing about steroids but what doesn't make sense here is the tank and furry parka. Or wait a minute.... even as I....hot, cold, 50-year-old woman... I see what's going on here. PeriMadgeal. I hear ya sister.
The two coats pictured are a small part of an enormous Saver's haul totaling about 20 items and $75. The Peck& Peck coat really is camel, 100%, with all the leather buttons in pristine condition - $12.99. The navy blob is the back gathered detail of a wool Louis Feraud swing coat with gathered cuffs and drips of silver Feraud buttons down the front. Has this Louis gotten tattier in recent years, because this vintage (maybe 70s?) coat is positively couture compared to more recent product?
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Is this cool or what? Because I have been very very good, this was next to my Christmas tree, but in even sexier women's step-through style (which I couldn't find a photo of). Imagine that straight top frame bar executing a graceful curve, imagine the flashes of white on the back fender and the decor on the skirt guard (useful since I often bike in a skirt), imagine the silver trim on the front fender and the plush leatherette seat. Then imagine me pedaling down Summit Ave. as if this was just one of the many well-designed items in my life, as if my shoes were offhandedly European and I wore scarves a lot. Which I don't. Fear of choking. This was my Christmas present from the little man who scraped me up and brought me to the ER when both me and my last bike met forcefully with a car, completely unexpectedly. In sharp contrast, I got him a subscription to Harper's magazine. The discrepancy is not lost on me. Anyhoo, this piece of sculpture, an Electra Amsterdam, is still in our dining room because it's art. And because I can't banish it to the dark basement. It's shiny. I don't see myself going very fast on this, but rather stylishly, casually, effortlessly chic. It's sorty of raising the bar on my wardrobe, but nothing I can't handle. It goes without saying (this always prefaces what you're going to say anyway) that this object d'art will never be exposed to inclement weather of any kind. Note to self: move to California for sake of bike.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
I forgot to post this the other day, my new favorite cheap n cheesy source for skanky stuff ...GoJane.com. These virgin (ha!) vinyl gladiators (below) are a mere $22.70. Absolutely the most encyclopedic resource, there must be 500 different soleful ways to say Buy Me.
But seriously folks, which of the above black strappy platforms is Michael Kors for $495 and which is a GoJane vinylicious ticket for $21.20? See what I mean? Can we call this the recession strap? I do not know how designers make it.