The cover story of the latest Rolling Stone is a G.G. tribute. YAYs all around. But! Rather than do something interesting with Blake and Leighton (and, eventually, the rest of the gang), they took the ol' lesbian besties route. Licorice blowjob? CLASSIC.
Don't worry: The cover shot features the two girls licking one ice cream cone. It's all about subtlety, you know?
The dictionaries have a more liberal definition of marriage than our government. I know, shocker mcshockerson. Apparently this amendment to the defn was made in 2003 but was not publicized/reported until this week.
I follow some news stories and pop cultural products with such an intensity that I may as well set up a Google Alert, and 18-year-old author/editor Rachel Kauder Nalebuff and her book My Little Red Book represent one such case. Chick wrote a book about first periods (as in, menstruation) that, of course, isn't really about periods as much as it's about our cultural history and femininity. She started compiling stories when she had her first "arts and crafts week at panty camp" at 13 and eventually drew in such names as Erica Jong. (Judy Bloom would TOTES have contributed—'cept she was busy campaigning for Obama.)
The New Yorker posted an online-only Q&A with R.K.N. I have yet to read the book (I know, I know—I'm far too busy reading about it), but K, J, and I got it for B for her big 2-6, and I'm anxiously awaiting feedback.
Why is it that any sort of "famous couples" hi-jinx remind me of the classic 1999 film Never Been Kissed? Moving on: The artist Jonathan Horowitz has designed a collection of pillowcases that play tribute to duos (of varying degrees of fame and/or longevity) through some collaboration among P.S. 1, Art Production Fund, and Calvin Klein. The most timely—and least surprising—set is on display in the windows of CK's Madison Ave. store:
From WWD, which ran a little blurb on the project.
Variety has a swoon-swoon-over-the-moon review of the Clive Owen and Julia Roberts thriller. STEAMY. It's one of the two spring movies I'm really hot for, so really I didn't need the big sell—but maybe you do? Or maybe you want to go see with me?
Since you asked, the other is I Love You, Man, which I can totally vouch for. Buy your tix. It's adorable. Paul Rudd adorable. Girl pals who aren't lame stereotypes adorable.
If you can't tell in the video, the smaller text on the banner hanging outside of the frat house reads "No tolerance for intolerance." This was part of the University of Chicago protest to the protest (kind of like backlash to the backlash?) by Westboro Church this week. The Westboro camp waved classic signage like "God hates fags," while the student body responded with ones like "God hates the new Facebook" and "God...shoulda put a ring on it." I'm all warm and fuzzy inside.
The big TV profile of the Vogue Paris EIC will premiere at the DVR-required time of 4.30a EST on March 18. This teaser kinda sucks—thanks for the insight, Marc—but I have high hopes.
Starting Monday, Colette (le store in Paris) is hosting an exhibition called "Barbie & Ken" as curated by Krazy Karl in honor of the dolly's 50th b-day. While Barbie takes her usual meltable form, Ken will be played by non-eunich model Baptiste Giabiconi, who's part of the new Fendi campaign. There is much Chanel-inspired B&W to be had.
There's something inexplicably thrilling about prowling eBay for vintage. In the process of hunting for, say, ridiculous sunglasses, you come to realize the sweet-spot brands to shop for: ones that aren't so major that there's tons of B.S. to dig through (Chanel, Gucci, Dior) but the ones that aren't too obscure to turn up results. I spent, oh, some 20 hours recently searching for a new-old bag, and, as my shopping evolved my go-tos for the world of oversized leather sacks you throw your shiz in and try not to set on subway floors became Bottega, YSL, and Coach by Bonnie Cashin.
Yes, I said Coach. And I f-ing hate Coach—no offense to my many stylish friends who own bags, keychains, and wristlets. But the brilliance of Bonnie Cashin, who lauched the company's women's accessories line in 1962 after doing big things on her own in the ready-to-wear world, is that she totally got simplicity. No logo fabrics, no weird tassles—just modern shapes in cool colors with unexpected hardware, like exterior kiss-lock pockets.
Here are some of my favorite classic designs by the B.C.:
T started a blog! With all of his insane concert reviews. (Um, he went to shows Wed., Thurs., Fri., and Sat. last week.) It's called Last Night's Set—Last Night's Party riff, get it?—and you should read it.
Ok, I'm sorry, but I want to be upset with this grade-school style blogger Ava of Because I Love Style, but she's genius. I can't actually READ her site because you have to be invited—good parenting, wha?—and I'm apparently not cool enough for that, but there was a post over at the die-for Sea of Shoes about, and I can't get enough. I mean, we're not talking Limited Too here, folks. We're talking diy Ann Demeulemeester sandals SLASH boots. Holy.
If you were wondering it doesn't get better than this.
There's a really fantastic post over at the GOOD blog about how ridiculous it is that we as people focus any attention on such secondary socio-political concerns as banning gay marriage or halting foie gras production. It's written by Zach Frechette (the editor-in-chief) and addresses the fact that our obsession with such alterna-issues works to distract us from the real problems as hand (i.e., in regards to foie gras, can we not instead focus on the totally f-ed up commercial chicken, cow, and pig industries that affect millions, thankyouverymuch?). Anyway, go read.
It took me until 2008 to realize that writing things on the internet doesn't (necessarily) make you the most annoying person in the universe. Then my friend had a dream that I had a blog where I posted a photo of myself in an orange sequined dress. Hot.
I follow some news stories and pop cultural products with such an intensity that I may as well set up a Google Alert, and 18-year-old author/editor Rachel Kauder Nalebuff and her book My Little Red Book represent one such case. Chick wrote a book about first periods (as in, menstruation) that, of course, isn't really about periods as much as it's about our cultural history and femininity. She started compiling stories when she had her first "arts and crafts week at panty camp" at 13 and eventually drew in such names as Erica Jong. (Judy Bloom would TOTES have contributed—'cept she was busy campaigning for Obama.)
