Right Now It's Impossible Not To Miss University of Chicago

The Daily Beast has an article today about why Chicago is (or should be) America's new cultural center, and it's chock-full of U of C references. Which makes me wish I was spending my rainy fall day in the C-Shop. In a booth, duh.

Why Am I Loving This?

Um, kiiiiiinda obsessed with the album art of Britney's Circus, out on her birfday, 12/2. She looks glam, and that's not something we've been able to say since the turn of the century (see exhibit Halloween pics). She's wearing Rodarte (per Fashionista), which is about as un-Trashy McTrasherson as you can get.

And you know what else I'm excited for? MTV is doing a 90-minute doc For the Record about Brit that will air 11/30. 90. F-ing. Minutes. Sharpie it into the calendar. Oh, who are we kidding: It's MTV. They'll show it back-to-back-to-back for weeks. EEH!

Those Kennedys

Not to make this all about race or anything (cause it clearly isn't), but...

"There's no question about it...In the next 40 years a Negro can achieve the same position that my brother has."

—Robert F. Kennedy, from the Washington Post on May 27, 1968

Pic from here

Why Is Jenny Humphrey Such A Bad Fashion Designer?

I know there is a lot of Gossip Girl chatter already on the internets because, um, basically all 3 million people that watch the show blog about it. But last night's episode made my soul hurt. First off, I hate the Humphreys in general. They're like the Walshes on 90210, and they ruin everything. But little J is the worst, and her new fashion line? Just depressing. I'm pretty sure the clothes Miss Piggy modeled in The Great Muppet Caper were more cutting-edge. At best, the J. Humphrey line (ewww) is Vivienne Westwood or Betsey Johnson. For Target.

To preview the collection at the 'guerilla fashion show' (double eww), start about 2 min. into this clip:

In Preparation for the Shakes

Over the weekend, I finished reading Supreme Courtship and watched The Candidate. And I feel like come, oh, tomorrow I'm going to experience politics withdrawal that even Rachel Maddow can't cure. What else should I consume when all is said and done and my nerves calm the F down? I need recs, por favor.

Clips from The Candidate. I know we don't need to talk about the appeal of Robert Redford as the outspoken liberal here.

Hey, Boo!

HALLOWEEN PICS! So, they aren't so good as they could be because a certain T was more interested in being Britney than a paparazzo. But...

With P, aka Michael Jackson (from the neck down...DUH)

With U, in an eyepatch that restricted seeing.

Because I obvs deserve credit for my $17 Payless mary janes

CLASSIC Suri face, dudes.And, the best photo of the night:

T as Britney Jean SpearsSeriously, you guys, for comparison:

I was the force behind the baby shorts.

ADsolutely Fabulous

Now, if I see one. more. story about Don Draper/Mad Men style...I swear. But the sixties is one of my favorite decades to be ignorantly nostalgic for (along with the war-plagued forties!). I stumbled upon this REALLY awesome blog called Found in Mom's Basement that archives vintage ads. I couldn't give an F about eighties business, but check out some of this Beatles-era stuff:





I love you, Found in Mom's Basement.
SIGH.