Smartorialist

I heart the photos over at Jak & Jil. I mean, there are oodles of shoedles every day, but this pretty much takes the cake.

It's Official

Emma Watson makes me want to own a collection of tights. Sadly, the weather has been so shitty I could actually wear them now. FFFFFF.



More where dat came from at TeenVogue.com

Reasons to Love Philip Lim Again

From his resort collection, by way of Refinery 29. Hi, metallic shorts.

xoxo,
worst blogger EVA

Red, White, And Rose

A pocket corkscrew? Add this to the "Things I Wish I Had Invented" file.


For sale here for $25.

"Where Are Those Fucking Boots!"

...Is what P and I were shouting at about 10.30p last night, the impatient toddlers that we are. We went to see Little Boots at Le Poisson Rouge—along with T and D—and I have to say that I can't remember the last time I left a show so...so...in love. (Though, unlike the could-be mos behind us, I do NOT want to have her babies.) And I can't decide what I liked most: the suburban girl dance routines, the Hitchcockian platinum updo, or, um, the music. So judge for yourself?

Stuck On Repeat - Little Boots

Meddle - Little Boots

Try to look past the fact that this photo is soooo over-styled that I want to shoot myself. I picked it for the sheer blondness of the hair.

And Now I Want To Read The Blog

I've had zero interest in Look at This Fucking Hipster until now. I mean, I get the joy of it, but I can see people wearing gold lamé shirts, neon orange sunglasses, and ironic top-siders without going on the internet. But! The lovely Max Silvestri did a Q&A with the guy behind the meme for Gawker of all places. The best part's below, but the whole thing's genius—in a way that makes me suspect I know who mystery blogger is, too. ANYWAYS:

The only hipsters I hate are the motherfuckers who write quasi-intellectual hate email to me. I get so many messages that are like, "Fuck you, man. You're the hipster...You're using a false term to describe something that's just a social construct." Okay, I get it, you went to college. What do you want from me? A grade? You want me to grade your email? 'F' There. You get an F. Go away. Everyone went to college.

Name That Baby

Oh, god help us. I'm sure this comes as a huge SHOCKER, but people name their offspring after celebrities. In this culture?!? But! According to an article by baby-naming expert (yah, who knows) Pamela Redmond Satran for The Daily Beast, they don't stick to, um, classy ones: Three of the fastest-growing names for girls are Khloe (Kardashian), Miley (Cyrus), and Audrina (Partridge).

I mean, what about Whitney? At least she got the spin-off.

The top 10s are here (and are pretty predictable)—Madison, anyone?

"I Exfoliate With Products From Sephora"

You know, just some fashion rap. Normal, everyday stuff.

The Jessicas

At the Met Gala.

For the win:

Jessica Stam. I mean, first of all, Rodarte. Thank you. Beyond that, everything works: the hair, the shoes, the pose.

At the other end of the spectrum:

Jessica Biel. I've said this once, and I'll say it again: High school volleyball player. That's all I see. And, why do I feel like these two clowns look like they're at a costume party where they decided to go as Brad and Angelina? Not working.

More pretty and not-so-pretty dresses over ats The Cut.

Basshole

From, oh, just the best site eva.

Try Not To Love This. I Dare You.

Taylor Swift's video for "The Best Day," which is about her mom and composed entirely of home videos. I mean, die.

Wake Me Up Before You Bo Bo

BAD. Sorry. The crazy person next to me has started to take over my brain.

You guys, I just realized I have yet to mention to you all my new hobby: stalking Bo Obama a.k.a. Bobama (sorry, T) a.k.a. the most fascinating, wondering, pick-me-upping dog EVER. I am obsessed with him and am convinced that the best way to achieve world peace is to get him and Suri Cruise in a room together. Problems would just meeellllt, you know? Osama Bin Laden would throw up his hands and then give the whole world a hug. (Because O.B.L. is the whole problem, you know? That's what I've heard.)

ANYWAY, look what was brought to my attention today:


Holy F. R and I are officially quitting our jobs to (attempt to) become White House dog walkers.

"Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday—I'll Make You Lovin'"

Now, considering that I was one of the seven people to purchase Mandy Moore's last album Wild Hope, it probably comes as no surprise that I'm also psyched for her next, Amanda Leigh, out on 5/26. I do think, though, that even if I didn't know this was "I love you, forever. Love always, Mandy" singing, I'd still love the first single "I Could Break Your Heart Any Day of the Week." It's Jo Dee Messina plus Katy Perry—you know, in a good way.

I Could Break Your Heart Any Day of the Week - Mandy Moore

$12 Goodness

From one of the coolest—and apparently most honest—design stores ever, The Future Perfect in (sigh) Williamsburg.

Tim Hamilton's First Collection Of Girl Clothes

Black, white, and so—what's the word?—ME. My faves are below, and the whole shebang is on NYMag.com.

Sometimes I Forget That Lindsay Lohan Speaks

You know when someone's US Weekly career consumes his big-screen one like a flesh-eating disease? And you see so many still photos of said person that you start to forget he actually moves? Well, today Lindsay Lohan and the on-again Funny or Die remind us that, hi, LiLo has a voice. And sometimes it's even witty and self-deprecating.

Lindsay Lohan's eHarmony Profile from Lindsay Lohan

Perfect. There's Just Enough Room To Photoshop Me In On The Right.

Michelle and Carla, from Buzzfeed.

Focus, Focus

Photos! Finalmente!

The Panama City souvenir.

Old, beautiful, and crumbling buildings in P.C.'s Casco Viejo neighborhood.

Street food! Platanos!

The view from our window-less room at La Loma.

T on snorkel day. Don't worry: It was a vacation-only hat.

The adorable, thumbnail-sized red frog.

There are hundreds more where these came from, so if you really want to get cozy w/ T's lens, I'll email ya the link.

Sure, This Is Inappropriate, And That's What Makes It Great

Fashion story from April French Vogue, which delivers a necessary dose of insanity.

I'm back! I will post jungly, beachy, canaly pics soon—I promise, C-dawg!

Postcards From Panama

I leave for vacation tomorrow, and I'm so excited that I almost called it "vacay." See ya in April? I'm trusting T will take lots of pics.



Vintage postcards from my Central American destination by way of Postcard Man.