"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.

"I Exfoliate With Products From Sephora"

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

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.

"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

FINALLY: The Obama "Single Ladies" Shout-Out

Amazing Video on Stage of the Obama Inaugural Celebration
by JayZ15

Start at about 6.45 (though seeing the mesmerized celeb crew throughout is pretty rad too).

The Mommies And The Daddies

T, who is always impressively good at reading the non-Americanized news from the U.K., sent me this awesome Guardian photo feature of seventies rockers at home w/ the 'rents (as shot by John Olson of Life). There's something especially charming about the one of David Crosby and his dad. Maybe it's D.C.'s suede shirt. Or that rad mustardy flowered chair.

Also, I feel the need to apologize (again?) for my major blogging malfunction as of late. It's winter. My futon is on loan to a too-big little brother. I've actually been reading and going to the gym. Blah, blah, blah. My Jan. 28th resolution is to suck less.

"She Keeps A Picture Of Meeeeeeeeeeeee In Her Apartment In The City"

That's all.

Stuck. In. The. Head.

Share my pain.

As Far As I'm Concerned, Joan Baez Is Having A Moment.

Yesterday, I read Joan Didion's essay "Where the Kissing Never Stops" in Slouching Towards Bethleham about Joan Baez and her school for non-violence, and today I read this "Peace, Love, and Shopping" business about Simon Doonan's hippy-dippy, peace sign-dripping holiday windows for Barneys that—guess what?—also pay homage to the folk superstar (among others). This is a case of synchronicity...and plenty of reason for a mini ode.

From here.

And here.

GOD, I heart b&w photos. (And wish I could pull off long, flowing hair.)

Hey! Wake Up!

(That's what I keep telling myself at least...Probably didn't help that I had a two hour SEO meeting this morning. Oy.)

MUSIC TIMES!!! I made a Favtape playlist.