SARS is funny!

As if to apologize for giving the world SARS, Golden Circle has come up with a new energy drink named LOL. How embarrassing.

I know they say laughter is the best cure, but in this case I'd rather they just fired the idiot at the head of the naming department.

Jacket envy.

Human nature = Knowing that winter is miserable and, in New York, brutal, but eagerly anticipating it's arrival for an excuse to wear big shaggy jackets. My mid years resolution is to find one so outrageously hairy (and preferably containing more than two colors) that it negates the need to wear anything underneath except underwear and stockings.

This is potentially the answer:

Bedroom invader.

A mystery!

Update: I have tracked down the culprit and he has informed me that it has something to do with mosquito bites and that I have to wait to receive the second part. Stay tuned.

Shoegasm Sunday: Marc Jacobs Jelly Platforms

As a kid in the early 90's, one of the greatest injustices of expanding foot size was learning to accept the fact that jelly sandals did not come in sizes larger than a child's 12.

Perhaps nostalgia is impairing my better judgement regarding these platforms.

Just imagine.

Miu Miu Spring 2010

Gucci Fall 2010

My current thoughts on the Fall 2010 campaigns boil down to the conviction that Lindsey Wixson and Nikola Jovanovic should time travel between seasons and spawn prodigiously long legged, crotch-baring babies!

Check it out.

Come along if you're in NY!

Complimentary = Free. Free food, free drinks. Prizes. Oh yeah, and the clothes are pretty rad too.

Drink and Dive!

Transcript, 07/20/10:

Me: J took me to this ping pong nightclub owned by Susan Sarandon... I think it was called Spin.

New friend: Oh I love that place, isn't it cool?

Me (simultaneously): It was pretty much full of douchebags.

Awkward silence.

Sure she was awesome in Rocky Horror, but what convinced Susan Sarandon to open a ping pong themed nightclub I'm not entirely sure. I never saw the appeal of nightclubs in general, let alone ones where models and nerds battle it out over a ping pong table while the remaining patrons focus on gyrating against the opposite sex whilst avoiding the little plastic balls that scatter the floor. Only entertaining in theory.

Sometimes it's easiest to see your reflection in a small puddle of dark liquid on a grimy counter top. So, I wrote about dive bars!