More Wedding Dress Ideas

So it has come to my attention that it is bad luck to make your own wedding dress. Phew, the pressure's off! :) The search is back on, however, and a certain label has really caught my attention: Victim Fashion Street. Ooo La Freakin La. Lacey. And I am SO into the face paint.

You are going to love this!

Obviously. Otherwise, why are you here? I still want to talk to you about Web 2.0 but right now that requires more concentration than I can muster so we'll keep putting that off, although there is some major juicyness there.
In other news, there is really nothing to say. EXCEPT for I think we need a New Mexico Arts and Design Blog! Who agrees? I'm coming home Sept. 17 - 30, so we need to discuss. Obviously, it would be great if someone who actually resides in NM could keep their finger on the pulse of NM design...hmmm....someone with connections...HMMM...
Anyhoo, some fabulously existential nostalgic photography from Wendy Bevan for you today:






So polaroidy and vintage-y! I feel the years melting away!

Beautiful jewelries

Stone and Honey agate necklaces:



Mniam!
Rheanna Lingham feather necklaces:



Ruth Zelanski's nature inspired gorgeousness:



Earrings inspired by Queen Anne's Lace and Mermaid's Wineglass (a type of algae) respectively.




Luscious necklaces inspired by wings and pods and the like. GIMME.

The Upcoming Election

Just some of the more interesting "media" I have come across:

Dover has released Obama and McCain paper dolls, with "accurate campaign trail outfits".



Via Post Secret



And finally, I randomly picked up a circa 2005 Utne mag which had these predictions about Hillary, long before these primal primaries ensued:

"Mark my words. She will never make it out of the primaries if she runs. Hillary Clinton's instincts suck. They are horrible." S. Gilliard, The News Blog

"Bottom line: Hillary Clinton has no ability to inspire. When she speaks she doesn't even appear to be interested in her own words." Daily Kos weblog

Politics isn't nearly as cerebral as I used to think. These words - instinct, inspire - these are words that only make sense outside the mind.

Good Monday Morning to you.

Happy Anniversary to D and Me!

Actually, our anniversary was yesterday, but I prefer to celebrate it today, due to various reasons. D and I celebrated by going to the Ivy Showboat or Le Bateau Ivre a DELIGHTFUL little brunch place in Berkeley. HIGHLY recommend. And yes , I know the proper translation is: The Drunken Boat.

Mary Poppins, move over!

these are a few of my favorite things:
Anthro:






Graydn Resort 09:




And the best yet: Olive Brown's ADORABLE dogs and dog cowls. TOO CUTE!!!




Shopping and puppies, guys. Shopping and puppies and I'm happy.
BY THE WAY, the date today is 8/8/08 and eight is my favorite number, speaking of FAVES. HURRAY!

As I Lay Sick In August

All you astute readers (of both blog and lit., that is) will recognize that my title today is a clever montage of two Faulkner titles plus the word "sick". I think it will epitomize the phrase "beat a dead horse" (one i never particularly liked anyways for what should be obvious reasons) if I once again start harping on the weather conditions of this arctic outpost, but I truly believe the ubiquitous chill is what finally brought my immune system to its knees. I haven't been this sick in a long time, but you'll notice it hasn't kept me from blobbing...

{BTW - in defense of NM who was lambasted by yours truly yesterday in an excoriating reprimand of its uncoolness, I should mention, that while it's weak on the fashion and design fronts (NOT FOR LONG, if me and P have anything to say about it, right P?) it hasn't done too bad for itself on the folk and fine art fronts. What it lacks in boutiques, it makes up for in galleries. Am I right?}

Ah...Etsy. I love it, how can I not? But I still haven't learned how to navigate it. People always find the coolest sh*t on there, and me? I find all the - excuse me - how shall I put this? well, all the other stuff. So today, courtesy of two other bloggers (how do you do it, guys?) I have some fun finds:

Courtesy of Painfully Hip I found Ramona West, who sells the MOST beautiful vintage stuff I have ever seen. I want to know what thrift shop she goes to. None of my excursions have EVER yielded vintage YSL glasses.





And via Peonies and Polaroids Little Doodles, whose adorable birds are just too adorable.


"George wanted to be an iced gem more than anything"


"Sylvia hadn't quite understood the concept of the tea bag...where would her lipstick go?"

New Mexico, I need you to STEP UP

Here's my dilemma: I LOVE LOVE LOVE my home state of New Mexico, but it's a little behind the times. To define this in a quantitative way: we just got an Anthropologie not but a year ago.

Yet another tool I use to measure New Mexico's "coolness" deficit: The number of boutiques that carry: Acne and/or Hudson Jeans and Mike and Chris and/or Zero Maria Cornejo. Basically, New Mexico gets a rating of negative 100 here. Actually, I believe I can count the total number of "boutiques" period in New Mexico on one hand.

Finally, the number of design/music/culture blogs written out of New Mexico. I have yet to find ONE, so HELP ME PLEASE, Interweb world, if there is such a blog, PLEASE send me the link. Also, if there are boutiques ANYWHERE in New Mexico, tell me!!

How can I move home if no one will understand my genius? If no one is willing to pay $200 for jeans? They're designer people! If no one understands my avant-garde fashion shows? If no one eats caviar and striped figs? If no one has the money to buy my beautiful clothes or even worse, no occasion to wear them to?

Here is what New Mexico needs: more clever start-ups headed by hip young people, more connections to the outside world (San Francisco turns itself inside OUT trying to emulate New York! Why is no one in New Mexico furiously subscribing to San Francisco magazine in the hopes of becoming cooler?? Everyone in New Mexico needs to get shipped off to NY/SF (okay, even Chicago) for a good month or two), more galas, fancy parties, record releases, independent theaters, black-tie events, more skyscrapers full of people who HAVE TO wear a full suit to work, which brings me to: a more stringent dress code. Wranglers and sneakers will no longer make the cut, UNLESS you look tragically hip wearing them.

SO New Mexico, you need to get your COOL ON, you need to put on your COOL BOOTS, your COOL HAT and start CARING ABOUT DESIGN!!!! ABOUT FASHION!!!! Please, go throw yourself in a big pool of cool!! Sob.

This is what I am talking about: OAK. This is a boutique in NY. They are so cool, they are too cool for school. Here is a random selection some of their painfully cool designers:

Alice Ritter:


You CANNOT get sleeves that weird or dresses that short at Wal-mart. You just can't.
Alexander Herchcovich:



Look at the DESIGN. These people radiate coolness.

Hussein Chalayan:


Coolness IS drapey shapeless blackness and boots. PERIOD.

Humanoid:


The Fedora. I have been borrowing D's as of late. The Fedora is COOL.

The afore-mentioned Acne Jeans:



These are COOL jeans. Cool jeans are grey and cool jeans are worn rolled with high heels. THIS IS COOL.

NM: I have shown you the way. Go! Go and be COOL!