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do you ever have the desire to order something tasty yet random from a chinese takeout menu, like fried chicken wings, because you haven't eaten all day and things like "rice" and "soup" sound "lame" and "bland," so you take a gamble, and when they come, you reach into the greasy brown paper bag while you're still standing up, remove the foil, bite into it, look down, and discover that THERE ARE FEATHERS ON THE ONE IN FRONT OF YOU?
never happen to you?
it happened to me.
i wish i had taken a picture, but i was too busy hurling in the next room, so i uploaded a picture of my friend instead.
isn't he precious?

watch this video!

my parents have every single beatles song of all time on their itunes.
i am trying to make an edit, but there are so many i love.
"i've just seen a face" is one of those.

I've just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
Where we just met.
She's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see
We've met

fashion week has come and gone.
since i mentioned the music at lacoste last weekend, here is my favorite part of the show on video.
perfection.
i will write more about the week later.

boho and boots

yesterday was dkny and adam.
both shows featured women's and men's which was a treat -- usually it's only the latter for me.
dkny was the usual clusterfuck in a large garage on washington st., and if you forget your sunglasses like i did, you were blinded by the woman in front of you who felt it necessary to wear a multi-colored sequin hat at 1:00 on a sunday. is it really necessary? i loved the bohemian vibe at dkny, especially these two looks.
adam was at lux studio, just off the west side highway. the clothes were great, especially this belted coat which i will attempt to save up for, but mostly i was too distracted by the parade of tall black and chocolate louboutin boots to notice anything else! unfortunately, i will not be saving up for those, as it would be a very cold winter for me and my boots without a roof over our head. oh lord.

GIANTS WIN

i came out of retirement tonight as a professional sports fan after 10+ long years of taking things too seriously, throwing paperweights, pulling peoples' hair, throwing pizza, having fits, slamming doors, and having to watch chicago bulls games in a room by myself. i swear i was only 13. I SWEAR. promise. no, really... anyway, it was worth getting wrapped up in the game tonight, and how could you not? it was a thriller and even though i am still twitching and having heart palpatations, at least i can go to bed a very happy girl. brady may be hot, but manning is a hero. i don't plan on jumping on the bandwagon any time soon, but at the very least, it was fun to be a die-hard fan, at least for one night.

sunday sunday, la la lalala

the best show yesterday was lacoste; the best presentation was gilded age. the music at lacoste was fantastic as always, and i am dying to find out more about the songs they played, particularly one pop track that featured gun-shots but in a cute way. i can't explain...it just worked! the show closed with an apres ski disco party, complete with leg-warmers tucked over jeans, and dozens of pastel-colored knits and down jackets, which reminded me of those big buckets of rainbow sorbet you used to buy with mom at Shop Rite when you were five-years-old. fun. in the evening, i went to loden dager, which was tucked away in the back of some strange chapel on 20th St. it was tragicaly hipster -- little boys running around with eyeliner -- and i'm not talking about the models. the models were actually cute and so were the clothes. i couldn't handle everyone else.
today i am tired and kind of dizzy and i have to get up and go to a few more shows today even though it's the superbowl and all i want to do is order in pizza, make black and white nachos like these ones from cowgirl that we ate last week, and drink fountain soda. i SO don't want to put on high-heels and deal with fashion on the lord's day....cause i'm so religious.



go Giants!

blast from the past

and i don't mean this windy, water-logged joke of a day.

i'm talking about a funny front row encounter this afternoon at the carlos campos show. it was still pretty empty. people were trickling in and suddenly i see a very tall guy with dark hair and six days of calculated scruff walk across the runway to greet someone on the other side. it was ruben. remember him? it's important to note that we worked together at my very first "real" job in publishing at the teeny bopper mag, when he was 29 and i was 21 and i thought he was ancient and now that i'm the age he was when i met him, it's a strange feeling. he came over and ended up sitting next to me for the show. he's still the same. name-dropping, designer-dropping, club-dropping, "i'm in ralph lauren from head to toe, but i'm wearing dior tonight and after this show, carlos is going to make me a custom suit for opening night of this new club i'm working...one second while i send my girlfriend who happens to be a supermodel a picture using my iphone..." you get the point. and i didn't even embellish. nope. he's just like that and somehow it's mostly endearing. even my super sweet sister who has no patience for such people, finds him entertaining. "how can you hate on someone who is basically a cariacature of themselves?" some of you know what i mean, and i'm sure you're nodding in unison. i hadn't seen him in at least two years, we probably hadn't spoken for almost a year, but he still said "love you," when he hugged me on the way out. funny how the world works, and how certain people that you meet, at certain points in your life, you end up having a special bond with that you're not quite sure why it exists, but it does. and other people slip away so easily, even ones that you thought you had something wonderful with.

the weather was nasty for the first day of fashion week, and my rain boots were at my apartment and since i haven't spent more than two nights there since october, i had to trudge along in not-so-cozy leather boots, tights, and a dress. for some reason i decided that would be a good outfit in a monsoon. i ended up finding a half-hour window to ditch the dress for jeans. i would've been miserable otherwise. the funny thing is, despite the little notes my boyfriend leaves me every morning in a sketch-book, with the temperature and daily "outlook," i left my umbrella at home. i ended up going through THREE umbrellas in two hours, including one (no names mentioned) that apparently retails for $95 that i "borrowed" from our closet at work which lasted for all of five seconds. what a joke. the umbrella that fared the best was a $4.99 one from duane reade, an impulse purchase at around 3:30 today when i also decided i needed to buy a small bag of cadbury mini eggs, since easter is apparently around the corner!!! what a dork.

basically, fashion week is draining but exciting and you never know who you will run into.

and finally, if you only download one song this week, make it "I Sing I Swim," by Seabear. it's slightly fay, but incredibly sweet and soothing.

"throw me a dream please,
it's been a dreamless sleep
for such a long time, such a long time
sing myself awake
watch the branches break
no one could ever take your place."