As a union dues paying member here is a centennial celebration I can get behind. I've been excited for it all week and everything has been a total bizarro world confluence leading up to Friday, March 25th 2011.
Two: Watch an episode of Venture Bros. that makes a Jacob Riis joke. Spend an hour looking at Riis photos after being reminded he exists. Think about why The Alienist was never made into a movie. Wonder what it would take for Scott Rudin to make that happen.
Three: Watch the entire North and South series to get your Northern England industrial Victorian squalor on. Especially helpful if there's a Downton Abbey shaped hole in your life and you need more quiet Brendan Coyle dignity in your diet.
It'll be kind of difficult to do this all on a Friday but maybe make a weekend of it? Celebrate unionization and child labor laws! Do it!
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.
Kate Moss must be some kind of fashion savant because her mouth does not work right. No wonder she pulled a Garbo for so long. Ace move sweetheart. Way to play to your strengths.
I have been mentally obsessing over this 2003 spread. Am I jonesing hard for the early 2000s now that we're leaving this decade in the dust? Bay Garnett is my azimuth compass. And that compass is telling me it's ok to wear sweats with gigantic Wilma-sized pearls.
When I stay in bed all day eating bon bons and watching In Treatment, sweat pants begin to become a concept I toy with. Why not sweatpants? Tell me. And I mean real shitty high waisted 50/50 cotton poly blend $9.99 at K-mart sweatpants, not luxury cashmere blend Rick Owens that need to be dry cleaned or handwashed. I am talkin' super-laze for the girl who does her own laundry. Ones that if you put in the time with become as soft as old flannel. You gotta do the work. It is a process!
I have been dealing with themes of Madonna levels of fame and how you stop giving a shit about looking hot all the time and start being real and wearing silk boxing shorts with freshly showered wet hair because they feel amazing. Take Julian Schnabel por ejemplo, oh the Toronto premiere of my new film? Sure I mean I'll wear a blazer over my silk pyjamas. Of course. 2011 is all about going wherever however you want.
If a blog is only good for telling people who aren't looking for advice how to live then here's a tip from me to Daphne Guinness. Why not infuse your wardrobe with a little more Isabella Blow country life costume and a lot less Posh Spice. You generally look like a goth WAG. Here is a spread from Harper's Bazaar Russia to get you started.
Harper's Bazaar Russia September 2010 ph: Marcin Tyszka