Dispatches from a second story bedroom

les yeux sans visage

I'm pretty sure that everyone is beyond skulls, especially if Horyn is finally railing against them and has officially not invited them to 2011. Delfina Delettrez's Salome earrings are great except for the skulls. I would clip the skulls off with wire snips and save them for later and maybe replace them with plain gold beads if I had 2200 dollars and an inclination towards DIYing something that cost a season's worth of rent. Which I don't, I'm no Daphne Guinness.  But hey neither is she, as this article proves. She wasn't a born goth as she now so fervently claims. She was just as WAG-y and gross as any woman married to a Greek shipping heir in the 90s would have been.

I love all things Schiap/Dalíesque. They seem better sans skulls, no? Another long brewing fashion home decor directive has been the film Bell, Book and Candle. Gillian Holroyd's shop/apartment is my living quarters aspiration. Everyone is so busy doing the obvious hippie witch vibes but I'm all about beatnik witch vibes in my living space as well as my clothing situation.  Seriously, look into it. Mid-century modern with a bunch of ethnic mask accents. Cropped black trousers and slim tunic sweaters with gigantic jewelry. This is next level witch realness (since everyone and their dog is on Paris Is Burning slang lately). Don't say I never gave you any friendly advice.

10 carat fool

Sorry to keep going on about it, but I have seriously been experiencing the brain drains lately. The only thing I can focus on is a new collaboration that will be completed in several weeks if all goes according to plan. It is the only thing I can hunker down and sit for long periods thinking about. I hate being coy about it but I'm keepin' it like a secret until it's all done. 

I tried watching Mesrine tonight but my brain kept saying this. I don't have any patience for subtítulos anymore. What is wrong with me? I'm not down for a French gangster flick? It's like I don't even recognize myself anymore.

M. Mesrine obviously can't compete.

I am however totally engrossed with a Bette Davis biography I picked up at the dollar store. FOR. A. DOLLAR. Did you know she went on a date with Henry Fonda before they both were famous? She kept his calling card because she was a New Yankee Hoarder. People used to have cards with just their name on them to give to people, like they were living in a civilization. Can you believe? Incredible.

This is a 8x10 of Joanie doctored by Bette among her personal papers that were donated to Boston University. Incredible. 

book bags

 
 
 

VS. 

  

 
While it is true that Olympia Le Tan's clutches are more like cigar boxes with embroidered covers and less functional clutch, they were the first. Plus, they're hand crafted, and her taste in book selections is better. Kate Spade attracts the sort of woman who still considers Prada Sport nylon backpacks as a thing anyone cares about. Consequently she's in that purgatory of brands that are loathesome for possibly the wrong reasons, like Roberto Cavalli and Coach. Secretaries of a certain age who have Costco memberships and scrapbook think those brands matter and I can't enjoy them because of this associative taint. 

Still, there is a small part of me that wants the clutch functionality, (Can you imagine a lipstick rolling around in a Le Tan all night? I'm pre-annoyed just thinking about it.) while retaining the hand embroidered good taste of the originals.  

Then Olympia had to go and make a bag that addresses my nagging doubt. The war is officially won.

  

Mighty Joe

This is one of this most satisfying things I know of in the entire natural kingdom.

up from triple a

The Problem (yes capital P rhymes with T that stands for Trouble) with surrealism is that our brains weren't meant to exist in that state of consciousness for very long. You watch something weird for long enough and your brain deciphers a pattern, any pattern and tells itself to relax it's got this thing covered. 

Surrealists as a response to this human adaptation take a kind of kitchen sink mentality to their visual language. Throw anything and everything at 'em, just keep the visuals moving. It ruins a lot of good things. It ruined most videos in the late 80s and early 90s for songs that I love. 

This song is epic and transcendent but the video is so strangely banal. I'm down with dirty ghost princesses getting spied on in the bathroom at the carwash, but llamas? That's just lazy. Who are you Ed Wood? 

P.S. Existentialism and surrealism aren't the same thing and you shouldn't try to mix the two. 'Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy, then you know that the problem is you. Which brings me to my next video!

A knowing, winking play on a convention which I think works well. I always try to listen to this during air travel.

I try and give props to the progenitors but we all know Galaxie 500 stole the whole Exploding Plastic Inevitable thing for their videography. Can anyone truly say that these three songs aren't headphone songs? Maybe that's the problem, no video could satisfy a headphone song. It's a flawed construct.  

integration now, segregation never

haste makes while the sun shines

Anna Dello Russo's "blog"

VERSUS

The Uniform Project

     

   

  

balls baby

vs.

Monks - I Hate You                The Fall - Craigness

who killed teddy bear?

 

Alexis Mabille Bow Clutch

Perhaps wildly impractical but I looks like it could hold a phone, cash, credit cards, and a lipstick at least. If you're carrying more than that in a clutch you don't know how to relax. 
 

It reminds me of that Miu Miu clutch from last fall on a higher plane of existence.

 

I bought navy velvet. I am going to marry these two ideas together.

Crazy Underwears

 

What up Frederick's of Hollywood? You so get me.