I'm Over You, Michael Cera*

It's all about Joseph Gordon-Levitt now. He's a grown-up with a baby face (that's apparently my type?), and he does good movies (rent: The Lookout, Brick; wait for: 500 Days of Summer in July, G.I. Joe in August).

C sent me these photos of JGL with Claudia Schiffer from the April 2008 issue of GQ. In a word, hot.


Thanks, livejournaler.

*That is a lie.

Hurray For March!!!

And Vogue for that matter. Though this is, like, totally not shocking, it's still refreshing (except the "shot by (boring ol') Annie Leibovitz" part):

c/o WWD

Who Knew The Stimulus Package Was So Pretty?

This visual breakdown from the Washington Post is gorge (blown-up version here).

Thanks for sharin', Ms. Jen Bekman.

Confessions Tour

I am experiencing both tremendous pride and guilt over a weekend purchase, and I feel the need to share. Congrats: You are all members of my support group, whether you likes it or not. If you recall (oh dear god, and hopefully you aren't wasting brain storage space on this), I have been obsessing over a pair of G.D. shoes for the last, oh, nine months. I was added to a list at my favorite, frustratingly amazing store, Opening Ceremony, to be notified when said shoes arrived, and on Fri. I got the call. Because I am insane (and have a supportive bf who agreed to be my date to after-work shopping outing), I went to the store, fell in love, got one of the last two pairs (yes, New York, it's totally normal that ridic shoes like this sell out in a matter of hours), and became poor in a matter of minutes. Ta da!!! But—whenever I'm not looking at my Chase balance—I'm happy. Because I officially own these:

Swiped from The Fashion Loving StylistOh, and I called the bf "supportive" in error because he then agreed to take photos of me wearing my new purchase, which makes him "horrifyingly supportive." The photo does not do justice to their fringed, open-toed, s&m-heeled, black leather awesomeness (ahhhhh!!), but it demonstrates my unbridled enthusiasm.

Pardon the clutter.

DVF-ing Amazing

Diane von Furstenberg is on the cover the the S/S installment of Purple, the one magazine I collect in my teensy apt. Bananas/die. Thankfully, Mr. Zahn seems to be taking a one-issue break from men in drag.

"The First Geekgasm Of 2009"

...Or so says this blog Film School Rejects. This artist Mitch Ansara has given the middle finger to those stinkin' Hollywood types who keep swiping their movie ideas from classic books ("The Curious Case of an F. Scott Fitzgerald Story Only KIND OF About What That Brad Movie Is About," anyone?). Instead, he's turning the most important movies of our time into sixties-style books—well, sixties-styles book covers, at least, that look pulled straight from bins at Strand, worn edges and all. My favorites are below, and the rest are on M.A.'s Flickr.





Note: All of the designs aren't in black 'n white 'n shocking pink—just the ones for my choice films. This clearly says something (and something not that highbrow) about my movie taste.

I Can't Wrap My Head/Arms Around It But...

Something about this photo sucks you in. It took staring at it for three minutes to even NOTICE Jay-Z's Gap ad ensemble.

From here