Dispatches from a second story bedroom

a day to end all days

 

What is up ding dong Magoos? I was going to post this on our nation's blessed half birthday because it is so utterly prescient to my life at the mo' but got hung up on Pre-Fall Céline dreams and outlet shopping. Seriously ladies, GO BUY SWEATERS NOW. It seems antithetical to what your crazy rhythms are portending but DO IT. You won't regret having 25 dollar cashmere in your closet ever. I don't care that your ovaries are pining for an unmade baby to birth in two months, don't listen to them, your brains are in charge! Smart moms know. Glove up, et.al.  

 A word about cardigans, they're pretty much ruined right? If you're anything like me there's a definite queen-y factor that is hard to get around but if you buy a size larger and wear them backwards it puts you on a bullet train to Kinski-town. Win! Another tip from the internet into my life and onto yours. Even if you're chesty, this is attainable, just make sure you find a nice silk camisole that covers your busted t-shirt bra. 

WART radio

If you were wondering where I've been, so has the universe. The radio, it speaks to me. And if you don't know André Cymone, you can look him up. The video remains on trend because it does every trend ever in less than five minutes. And how about a little mid-aughts revivalism? I mean really, The Hold Steady are speaking my language.

The internet could probably use more (read: a lot more) more quasi-autistic slavish devotion to getting to the bottom of things. So I appreciate when I recognize that in others. So when I saw this I felt I owed it to the world to share. This 12" sleeve was posted on AnOtherLoves but neglected to burrow like a hedgehog to the meat of this situation. All surface and no substance, but oh what a surface it is.

What? How many times have I heard this song without the advantage three extra minutes of isolated drum, bass and hand claps courtesy of Sly and Robbie?  Work your endorphins to the remix kids, you won't regret it.

evi˩Live

OK kiddies, enjoy.

take the time, do it right.

I'm sure that reading gawker is like eating right before bed but how else would I come across stuff like this?

I am imagining not gold platform Beckham pumps for the win. Even though I'm not super jazzed by her shoe selection I feel like this is her true self and not all the studs and vinyl and shoulder pads? I get that she's in show business and studs and buckles are to Rihanna, what sequins were to every Bob Mackied starlet ever. 

WHAAAAT? Marilyn McCoo and Andy Gibb pre-Gimme a Break! guest spot/MI via OD must be freaked the fuck out? I like that Wendy is holding her own against Madame and Madame isn't being her regular cunty self. I can't believe middle America was interested in W.O.W. ever. I can't guarantee that I saw this performance but I sure did love Solid Gold. If my little brains did see this I am sure it must have informed my earliest nightmares. SO THANKS AMERICAN BROADCASTING COMPANY.

I'm not sure what the thread between these two things was in my head, I just took a couple of benadryls. Maybe my point was studs, buckles and leather mommy shit is as old as sequins? Know yer role? I dunno, she obviously looks bangin' in color and needs to keep it up instead of trying to wear thigh high patent leather boots because she's getting to Beyoncé levels of fame and flesh toned performance pantyhose under said boots looks ridiculous. Leave the leather to the professionals like Wendy.

scots do it with knives

the smell of death surrounds you

Roquette Rockers ph: Ken Pate

I keep dozens upon dozens of tabs open and am just cleaning out my browser for your amusement/amazement. In case you missed them or don't surf my brainwaves, this fantastic blog posted them about a month ago. Another French motorcycle blog posted different ones from the same mythic book back in March. There isn't much information on the internet otherwise. I emailed my librarian friend, we'll see what he turns up, he's a genius book bloodhound. 

These photos are just the sort of inspiration I need for my LA junkie boots. I have no problems looking like a Gun Club groupie. 

ditto

 

I can't remember which is by which street photographer but Mms. Newton and Schuman are obvs. peas from the same pod. People try and look ahead of the curve during fashion week so it's nice to see someone sidestep that whole awful scene. I looked at a fair amount of fashion week photos and this girl hit it out of the park for me on the first day. I held my verdict until all the facts were in but she was the winner in my heart all along.

tasmanian tuxedos

such a super lady

Follow the bouncing ball.

sky's the limit or 173 simoleons

I have scoured eBay for these dumb motherfuckers for years. Intermittently, admittedly but I am not a huge bid and see type gal. I demand satisfaction. The few times they've shown themselves they've been in tranny sizes. My correctly sized shut-'em-down proper de Havilland knock-offs are a possible reality? Est ce vous Polly Maggoos? I was so excited I popped my Blingee cherry for them to show my appreciation. 

I don't know what my bid limit is on these because I never figured that'd ever be a decision I'd have to make. I am eating the ortolan! I am going to the moon Alice. Pow! Right in the kisser!