Friday, September 5, 2008

Fall Must-Haves


Zip-front dresses


Full miniskirts


Pops of orange


Floral dresses


Leather jackets


Plaid shirts

How convenient it is that Refinery 29's list of Fall Must-Haves coincides exactly with mine. Oh, and I own those first two dresses! See the rest of the list here.

{via Fashion Nation}

OH NO YOU DI-IN'T.



Everyone I know loves the song "Barracuda" by Heart, and I'm no exception. It's so badass and sinister, both musically and lyrically. I guess fans of the song include RNC organizers, because they used it during Sarah Palin's speech without Heart's permission. This is because Sarah Palin is apparently nicknamed "barracuda" (but in a GOOD way, you see!).

Well, Heart's not taking that shit. NOT AT ALL:

"Heart sent out a statement Thursday afternoon announcing they had sent a cease-and-desist letter asking the campaign to stop using the song. 'The Republican campaign did not ask for permission to use the song, nor would they have been granted that permission. We have asked the Republican campaign publicly not to use our music. We hope our wishes will be honored.'"

After the Republicans used their song anyway, they issued another statement:

“Sarah Palin’s views and values in NO WAY represent us as American women. We ask that our song ‘Barracuda’ no longer be used to promote her image. The song ‘Barracuda’ was written in the late ’70s as a scathing rant against the soulless, corporate nature of the music business, particularly for women. (The ‘barracuda’ represented the business.) While Heart did not and would not authorize the use of their song at the RNC, there’s irony in Republican strategists’ choice to make use of it there.”

Nancy Wilson, guitarist and sometimes-singer for Heart, also said of the situation, "I think it’s completely unfair to be so misrepresented. I feel completely fucked over."

I kind of love it when politicians haphazardly co-opt a song for their campaign and not only does the song have nothing to do with their message, but they get called out on it. Like when Ronald Reagan used Bruce Springsteen's "Born in the USA" without permission. Had ANY of his people ever listened to the lyrics beyond the nationalistic-sounding chorus? I'll admit, I hadn't until I took a Media Studies class. The song is actually a bitter reflection on the way the Vietnam War affected Americans:

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
'Til you spend half your life just covering up

(Born in the USA x4)

I got in a little hometown jam
And so they put a rifle in my hands
Sent me off to Vietnam
To go and kill the yellow man

(chorus)

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"
I go down to see the V.A. man
He said "Son don't you understand"

(chorus)

I had a buddy at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone
He had a little girl in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years down the road
Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go

I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.

{quotes from Rolling Stone}

reunited and it feels so gooood!













I was honored to be personally e-mailed by Alison Lewis, one half of my favorite ex-label, Mooka Kinney, with the announcement of her new line, Lewis.

From the press release, "This time around, she lends a more dapper twist to the vintage charm that became her signature aesthetic. 'I really wanted to pay tribute to this idea of a romantic wardrobe that isn't defined by what is in fashion, but by flattering silhouettes that women can keep in their closets for years to come,' says Lewis. 'I am still very inspired by vintage clothing but I wanted to expand my designs by adding a modern touch to the new line and using elegant fabrics, such as washed and patterned silks.'"

That quote pretty much explains my sartorial aspirations. You know, "timeless yet modern" probably explains most DESIGNERS' sartorial aspirations. But the thing is, Lewis actually delivers. Her high-waisted shorts and darling blouses have classic shapes but interesting, fresh patterns. Everything I've seen so far is adorable and makes me feel just as giddy as I did with Mooka Kinney.

Lewis's first collection debuts in Spring 09. I'm counting down now.

YES.



Sorry for the commercial interruption but...seriously. Watch this.

{via Jezebel}

a GOOD time waster.

Any DC-based ladies with some time to kill next week (I know I do!) and an itching for public service can volunteer for NARAL (the pro-choice org) this Monday from 5:30 to 9pm at 416 E Glendale Ave #2, Alexandria, VA 22301. It's just gonna be a bunch of envelope stuffing, but it's for a good cause and there will be free pizza. People LOVE free pizza.

I've never gone before and I'm going by myself, so I'm kind of nervous. At least we have plenty to talk about!

If you're interested, e-mail jessica@naralva.org to RSVP.

For Clara.

The Many Faces of Ada


Smug.


Unsettled.


...Happy?


Idealistic.

keetty party.



Over the past month, my little kitten, Ichi, has been staying in my friend Justin's basement with his other cat, Ada. This basement is where Justin lives, where I spend most nights, and also where he works from home. The two kitties had some awkward tension at first and I kind of thought hope was lost. Ichi loves everyone and is a huge attention whore while Ada is quiet and set in her ways, so I couldn't see them getting along. He'd try and pounce on her and she'd hiss and pop him in the mouth with her paw. Still, the little guy persisted. Every day, several times a day, he'd slowly walk up to her, roll on his back, chirp like Wall-E and lay there for ages, to no avail. He and my cat, Sookie, are more polite to one another but she's petrified of his playful advances and sees it as her cue to hide under a bed. I've had Ichi for over four weeks and it really seemed like, despite his best efforts, he wouldn't have any kitty friends after all.

But something clicked a few days ago and now Ichi and Ada are best friends. They playfight, lick each other's asses and eat in sync with one another. He reaches out with his paw for her and she leans in and snuggles. It's almost too cute for words. Ada has always been kind of moody and sad-faced, but I swear she seems happier now. She has a friend! And he has a friend! Yay!

The other interesting thing about the um, living arrangement is that the basement used to be the old owners' kids' play area, so each wall has a mural of characters from a Disney movie (and the Land Before Time...my fave!). In this very room I'm in now (out of several), I'm surrounded by Hercules, Woody, Buzz Lightyear, the T-Rex, Tarzan, Belle and the Beast, Mufasa, Rafiki, Simba, Sleeping Beauty, Jasmine, Aladdin, the Genie, Lady and the Tramp, Maid Marian AND Robin Hood (the hot fox version!). All in one room! It's actually petrifying. As soon as you walk down the stairs, the walls have been painted to look like a dungeon and there's a dwarf (from Snow White and the Seven) painted eye-level at each step.

Tonight I decided to take some pictures of the kitties since Ichi grows a little each day and I want to secure my crazy cat lady status by documenting his entire existance. These are some of my favorites.


Ichi's kind of adorable. Don't you agree?


During the day, so as not to disturb the office, the kitties spend most of their time in the Disney Princesses room, seen here. Mostly they just do some cold hard chilling with the occasional wheat grass break, also seen here.


Ichi likes wheat grass okay, but he'd much prefer chicken strips in any situation. This is how you know he's my cat.


He looks his wisest when admiring a treat. That's his trick, you see!


His tail is as long as his body. (We measured.) I think that's where his fat goes.


That black spot on his foot is my favorite part.


Here, he's about to attack Ada, who is doing some late-night filing at the office.


When playfighting, they each take turns instigating while the other plays coy.


After each round, they go into their respective corners for a breather.


Ada's usually the one who decides when the game is over. She has to budget her time wisely, you know, since she must also both hide behind the mattress AND gaze at the wall, all in the course of a single day. Busy lady!


Ichi's other favorite thing to do, besides wrestle with the love of his life, is hang out on the mattress with the Disney Princesses. Here he is with Belle from Beauty and the Beast.


Don't tell the others, but he has a soft spot for Ariel. He likes redheads.


Because Ichi is constantly surrounded by beautiful ladies, he's always purring. And loudly!


Here he is smushing his face. Just 'cause.


It doesn't REALLY matter, but I'd love it if his eyes stayed brown.


His one flaw is that, well, he's kind of a computer hog. He either wants to stare at pictures of himself, turn off the monitor, or play DJ by pressing all of the buttons at once. But he lets me use mine. Sometimes.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

dust to dust.



Have you ever had one of those moments when your real, tangible life suddenly intersects with your "online life"? It's the most surreal, jarring thing you can imagine. I think my biggest instance of this was running into the owner of Sotto Boutique in Portland. It was almost like..."How do you know what I do on my computer?!" as if we're all just interacting with robots, not people, over the internets who just so happen to sell us goods and talk with us about fashion or politics (Is that just me? Okay.). Just as we once divided work from home and that division fades with telecommuting, we now divide Online from our so-called "Real Life".

A second instance of this happened when I visited the Portland boutique Seaplane. They have lots of pretty clothes from local designers, but it shocked me when I stumbled upon clandestine label Dust in their store. I had only seen a flickr pool of Dust pieces and had no idea who was behind the label or where it was located.















I was pretty intent on buying one of the pieces based on coincidence alone, so I got this sweater. I like it, but I expect plenty of jokes about my cats having ripped it to shreds.

I hate perfume.



The above is not true. Not exactly. I love the IDEA of perfume. I also love people with a signature scent. You know those people who, though it's not immediately apparent, you just identify by a certain pleasant smell?

It's such a seemingly simple thing, but whew, complexity abounds. How do they do it? First, picking the right perfume is no easy task. You can't wear anything popular. To this day I can't smell Chanel Chance without being whisked away to Christmas years ago when my mom bought it for me as a present. When you can immediately identify the perfume by smell, that's a bad thing.

An even more skillful task is application. How do these people always manage to slightly give off the faintest scent without either layering the perfume to headache-inducing levels or applying it so softly the smell is gone in an hour?

Lately I've been wearing Marc Jacobs's perfume, but I've never gotten any compliments on it. I love the way it smells, but it wears off in half an hour and it's much better to be scentless than nauseating.

When I heard about CB I Hate Perfume by Christopher Brosius, it sounded too good to be true. His scents are supposed to invoke a memory, a time, or a place. With such oddities as "In the Library" and "Burning Leaves", the decidedly unfeminine (unisex) nature of his concoctions piqued my interest. Flowers and citrus are nice, of course, but how AMAZING would it be to remind people of "Winter 1972", one of his other fragrances?

I tried to find his perfumes in stores, but finally decided to just order a bunch of samples. I decided on "In the Library", "I am a dandelion", "Mr Hulot's Holiday", "At the Beach 1966", "Black March" and "To See a Flower". They are ALL SO GOOD.



I thought "In the Library" might be a good idea gone terribly wrong. The reviews of the fragrance are decidedly ambivalent, with some people thinking it "smells true to name, but why would you want to smell like a library?" or "smells like no library I've ever experienced". I can understand the first sentiment. I personally love that slightly sour smell of old books, but I also love the smell of skunk, so my sensibilities aren't the most mainstream (I'd tell you to take my advice on these perfumes with a grain of salt, but they've received acclaim from many others). It's actually a very pleasant fragrance, slightly vanilla but still clean. It has this...old, familiar quality. There's a bit of leather and wood polish, but not in a disgusting way. The thing about his scents that I love is that they are so NATURAL. I hate artificial smells, which is why Bath and Body Works isn't my favorite store in the world. But these? These are surprisingly authentic.



"Mr Hulot's Holiday" and "At the Beach 1966" are good if you like beachy scents. They're less coconut and more seawater and driftwood. "Mr Hulot's Holiday" is especially nice. It really reminds me of the mediterranean and that strange mix of smells you associate with the beach that you can't exactly pinpoint. I don't think I'm a good perfume reviewer. I can't tell you what notes come out on top. "At the Beach 1966" has a hint of coppertone, so they say.



"I am a dandelion" and "To See a Flower" are very clean floral scents. It's not like smelling a flowery perfume, it's like smelling a real live flower. They keep their authenticity by also smelling slightly leafy.



"Black March" is another one of those that smells amazingly realistic but might convey something not exactly wearable. This time it's the smell of mossy wet forests, dirt, twigs and mushrooms. That sounds like a disgusting male cologne, but it doesn't "convey" wet forest, it smells like a real, live goddamn forest after a rainfall. I guess that's not a conventional smell to attach to a person, but is there anything better than the smell of fresh rain?

I reeeally love these perfumes. I highly recommend researching one you're intrigued by (try NowSmellThis or Makeupalley) and ordering a 2 oz. sample for $12 or $13 from the CB I Hate Perfume website. These perfumes are fairly popular in the blogosphere, but I don't hear much about them in the mainstream. And you know, scents smell differently on different people. The subtlety of these makes it seem like they really would interact with your natural smell rather than overwhelm the world with homogenity.

Just don't spread the secret around, because the key to having your own unique fragrance is to keep it a mystery.

Katy Perry, Go Away.









(In order: Katy, Zooey, Katy, Zooey. Jesus, they look identical.)

So, I'm pretty out of the pop culture loop. I hate gossip magazines and no longer read sites like DListed or The Superficial because frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. Seriously. Besides this whole Lindsay Lohan/Samantha Ronson possible romance, which I find fascinating, everything else just drips of boring rich privilege. Ooh, Brangelina are living in a $300 trillion French Chateau? Great!

I used to love that kind of stuff, for reasons unknown, but the idea that more people vote for American Idol contestants than political candidates (is that true? I wouldn't be surprised) makes me sick. It's just another attempt by society to distract us into complacency. Sorry to get all Marxist on you, but with all the time people spend reading up on who has the best beach body, they could actually gain some real understanding on relevant political issues and decide to take action as they see fit. It's like the Tyranny of Choice: we agonize over what type of toothpaste to buy so we won't have the energy to care about what really matters (health care, women's rights, the economy).

I think it's deliberate. My grandpa also thinks the government deliberately keeps higher education from being attainable to the masses because knowledge is dangerous. Can you imagine what some sociology classes would do for the working poor? Did you know that the CEO of a company makes over 500 times more than his average worker? Collective consciousness leads to collective unrest, which leads to revolution. I know, I know, I'm spouting off the introduction to Marxism 101. I guess we're both big ole cynics.

Anyway, it's kind of embarrassing how out of the loop I am when it comes to pop culture (I think I'm under the loop, actually). I've only heard Katy Perry's song "I Kissed a Girl" twice, but that's enough to know that it sucks. Really.

I find it soooo demeaning. Rest assured, she's no lesbian! It was just for titilation. It was EXCITING! Oh, and way hot. Did you know she used to be a Christian artist? ...The fuck?

I also hate how she's stealing Zooey Deschanel's look. I think Zooey is adorable, stylish, and musically talented. Katy Perry is an identity stealer. I think they even have the same hairstylist (for real). See above for evidence. For all I know, those could all be of Katy. Or Zooey.

Lastly, DON'T SPELL "KATIE" AS KATY. That's pronounced Catty. And yes, I've seen Mean Girls. She should at least have the decency to do something ridiculously weird like put a macron over the A so you know it's a long vowel.

Ugh. See why I can't spend too much time on pop culture anymore? Because it would use up all my political fury.