i always keep my compass set on you

got my record player working and dug out all my old records today



mary lou lord 7" some jingle jangle morning / western union desperate
play me a song and sing me to sleep and meet me in the middle of my dreams...yaaay



my parent's stones records (i coveted the sticky finger album with the real zipper my whole life and finally made it mine in high school, my parents don't even miss it. i like playing it and thinking bout my mom and dad kickin back listening to it back in the day), my old NOFX (ha!), sonic youth, mamas & the papas, the doors, elton john...i found a beastie boys 7", the price tag was from pier platters!!



hole in m'tights, oopsy doops

friday, dudes

day off from work, high 50s on da thermostat, and lunch n dinns with girls i love.
even though this fucking COUGH is makin my body ACHE all ova, i feel SO AMPED UP !



get outside today, i command you!

loveyoumeanitswearrrrrr,
WL

casual stroll

this bitch is trying to kill me with her bonkerosity.



this blog is going to become FuckYouGaga real quick because i CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE.

"hmm, lunch? sounds grand! i'll just throw on some pearls and my chorus line auditions outfit. and let me not forget my SPECTACLES!"



why are you SO CRAZY???? WHY?

i love you.

ps, if you see something, say something..send me your gaga pics, i can't get enough!

turncoat

dear erdem moralioglu,
although the TURKS are my sworn enemies* (well, half-enemies; i'm only half greek) , i shall put aside the bitterness of my forefathers to accept you as a shining beacon of love because your latest showing of frocks and boots have captivated and scintillated me and that is a thrilling combination.



erdem f/w 09

in other words:

i want to go to there.

fondly,
W.L.
*exceptions also made for 3 crazy turks spread about the globe who i shall love for forever...you know who you are.

it'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics to set you on your feet again

last night i fucking raged it out. it felt so good. (ummm today, not so much.)

veevs is saying a weeklong byeeeeeelosersss to new york and i am tryin to make it count. lisa looked like a beautiful canadian cat burgler, stevie wore his platforms, ADF was an epic partner in crime and kuo basically cemented fave deejay evs status.

cause let's get real,
when you bust this shit out at 3 AM:



you're tops for life in my book.

back it up

i know we are deep in the london scene fashweek-wise...but don't think that these escaped my attention, new york:


proenza schouler f/w 09

i can't imagine anything harder to climb 4 flights of tenement stairs in buuuut...that's never stopped me before SO WHY START NOW?

this isn't weird, is it?

do you ever get obsessed with someone's steez cause its basically your total fash opposite?
i kinda do, that's how i feel about lulu.

things i cannot wear and look remotely interesting:
sneakers, sweatpants, a dropcrotch anything, white tees, a backpack

things she wears and always looks hot:
sneakers, sweatpants, a dropcrotch anything, white tees, a backpack



this is intensified by the fact that she's so ATTITUDE. (i mean that with all the love i have, lulu) i mean..her blog is called lulu and your mom. isn't that enough? i love.

we have one crossover addiction and that is the shoes from THAT CHLOE COLLECTION. i have 2 different pairs, i think she she has 3...we can be friends, no?

here's karlie kloss doing some lulu-esque bromantic looks (a little too much on the rockabilly tip but still)


armand basi one f/w 09

style opposite addictions are soooooo hot for 09; don't get left behind, yo.

pics of lulu from her site, obvi

my year in lists

ohhh dangsauce
this shit is, how do you say, on point.




christopher kane F/W 09

this looks like the black tape they use on dressforms to plan patterns or something, right? i always want a dress made out of it.
and, cmon,
oxfords with a dress is one of my favoritest things ever.

the wishlist is getting so long and there's still milan AND paris to come...whatever shall i do?

i made it through the wilderness

ok, ok, BACK.
back on the scene, back in business, back.

i have a lot to catch up on, let's begin with how NY fashion week ended.

or as i like to call it, what's on your head in 09?

your mom's handbag?


isaac mizrahi f/w 09


a kfc bucket?


narciso rodriguez f/w 09


prada turbans?


brendan donnelly f/w 09

what's everyone thinking? this town has gone banananies.
thank god..i'm not alone anymore!

ok so
brendan came by while i was convalescing this weekend.
he amused himself (and me) by breaking the 'no bros' barrier of my bedroom (i mean, its full of girl stuff. and unless you're in the 'let's get naked' category, i'd prefer we hang out on the couch. ya know?) and trying on all my weird accesssories. don't let him front, it was HIS IDEA!

he found my mirror and white lightnin-ed that jazz:



and my yokoo bow and sunglasses pile:



there is more of our teen-movie-montage-worthy shenaniganz on his bloggyblog. (if you don't have that jazz on your daily blogroll by now...i mean..)

bdonns can be a good cure for what ails ya. although the laughing became intense coughing and then i felt like i was dying again. fun!

one thing though:
that a-hole kept trying to take pics of me 3 days into the flu in my sick pants.
cmon brendan, FIRST RULE ABOUT SICK CLOTHES, NEVER TALK ABOUT SICK CLOTHES.

absence makes the heart grow fonder, fondness makes the absence longer*

i haven't been this sick in long time, sorry bros. so much fashion to discuss and yet SITTING UP is so very difficult. at least i can watch all of season 2 of mad men without interruption (except for epic naps and insane coughing).

please enjoy my current favorite song while i convalesce.



i'm gonna assume i'll be back to my old self by tomorrow.

*so cheekily bitter, these welsh kids.

what we talk about when we talking about DIE-ing

those mulleavy sisters are so twisted:


rodarte f/w 09

porno hip waders !
fashion never ceases to amaze.

crazy in love

chris benz knows my secret desires.


chris benz f/w 09

NO ONE does a color palette that gives me palpitations like he does.

don't think i don't know.

ohhhhhh, i SEE.
well played, bitch.



YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD BEST ME?
so you obviously SAW my HAIR-MAGE to you and decided to RAISE THE STAKES.
this soooooo does not phase me, gaga.

you want a giant ass floppy leather bow? i could do giant ass floppy leather bow. i could do giant ass floppy leather bow with MY EYES CLOSED. I AIN'T SCURRRRED.

challenge ACCEPTED.
guess what i'm doing this weekend?

EDIT: just realized what would be serrriously dope show was if that BOW was also her CLUTCH. missed opportunity, LGG.

i stole this pic from stefanie's blog...

lovefest, basically.

ok so..my friends kat and andrew are like...my number one couple crush, i swear.
they are maybe the cutest funniest most amazing gossip girl night hosting duo* of all time.

i mean:



look at them. cmon..do you die? I ALWAYS DIE.

first of all, kat is one of the funniest gals i know. bdonns set us up, those two are friends from high school and OBVS he knew we'd hit it off...
she'll start voicemails with "hello, my dove". she has amazingly killer style, sublimely bonkers dance moves, a really gorge smile and the best advice ever.
you can read her smart and funny musings over at paper magazine's blog.


bodkin..photo by ADF/ styling by K Clements

as for andrew aka ADF...just seein that kid makes me smile. A. he's like the cutest boy alive (sorry kat, don't kill me) AND B. he takes amazing photos. and sometimes wears a riding helmet just like...to hang out. also, on a shallow note?..seriously epic hair. ADF rules.

i adore them.

sometimes they like me ok too...i met up with the DYNAMIC DUO at the zero + maria cornejo show yesterday. ADF made me look half decent and kat wrote something wayyyy too nice about me for PAPER...



thanks for the big ups, lovelies.
xoxo

* tight race with keren and james for awesome adorable GG night couple..they need their own post too. WHY ARE ALL MY FRIENDS SO BEST? you assholes.

electric youth

i didn't get to go to marc jacobs last night and i won't lie to you, it hurt a little. i felt it- right here. no, a little higher. yes. right there. sigh.

let me say this much- i have never had 80s nostalgia. i've said that on this here blog before; that decade does not really hold allure for me. (beyond cartoon memories and like, nafnaf)
maybe because it was just my childhood? not my formative teenage years or good ol college days or like marc, my WACKY CLUB KID days.

that said, today's I DIE moment goes to this:



you're not shocked, are you? i even feel the crimps. if i could, i would.

i am also insanely drawn to these 2 looks, i can't help myself.
velvet waves and electric capes will seduce me every time:



one question..when you're this model, are you upset when they put you in the WTF headwrap?



sorry daiane, loveyoumeanitswear?

what if they make you wear these?



these are like those gel masks eye masks that nobody actual ever wears.

the dude who kindly extracts CASH from my BANK ACCOUNT over at MJ on mercer street will be getting a call about these:



ummm how long til these are the new MK Ols stomper of choice? i mean, i NEED them. imperative.

lastly, i would NOT be SAD if these found their way to my tenement hovel anytime soon:



as my sister would say..marc, what goes on?
are these like those balenciaga shoetights? a lacroix homage foot spat? horse hoof legging combos? what is it? don't care, want it.

like a tidal wave of envy, i will just GIVE IN to fashion week

i will die a happy and fulfilled individual if i can get my hands on this metallic blue pouf saucy mini insanity right here.


jonathan saunders FW 09

zippers and layers and shoulders, oh MY.
this is straight out of my dreambox.
give it
give it
give itttt

you, me, dancing? YES.

do you guys know what is the serrriously hot shit in OH NINE??
fucking ENTHUSIASM.
i am so serious.
i mean...let's just GET EXCITED about everything; detachment bores me to TEARS.

tonight i saw titus andronicus (with los campesinos) at bowery and i had a total OMFG moment. i am smitten.

NEW FAVORITE FUCKING BAND ALERT.



ps they are jersey boys - glen rock, whuuuut. BERGEN COUNTY REPRESENT.

pps the whole night was so 90s steez rock out, there was fucking crowd surfing for pete's sake.
and i love the retro ONE BAND OPENER vibe, bring that back why don't you, i hate watching 4 fucking openers.
los campesinos! was epic too, the kids love them, the whole place was jumping and moshing (!) and dancing their faces off.

best show in the longest time. i feel high on getting amped...
GET IN ON IT!

edit: i just reread this post- was soooo pysched up last night, i guess was swearing like a sailor? well, i use terrible language, better you know now. haahaha

hand me my leathuhhhhh*

i got a little preview of the UO spring catalog a few weeks ago and i freakkked out because slow & steady wins the race is doing a capsule collection! amaze.

one thing that stopped me dead in my tracks was this LEATHER TEE SHIRT



this photo makes it seem less amazing than it does in the catalog but i want it anyway.
how SICK?
leather tee + highwaisted grey wool schoolgirl skirt + bare legs + platforms = white lightning spring 09 everyday jam.

best believe.

*omg tori amos reference. i am so barfy sometimes

pretty green

i would like a sheer emerald layer situation, i would like it very much.


united bamboo FW 09 / marni SS 09

there was short dress/tunic version of the marni thing on the right (with pockets!) in the office last week and i fell truly madly deeply at first sight. it feels so odd and upbeat. sheer black stuff doesn't work on me, it's too in living color fly girl.

but like..green and sheer and layers and things?...i want to go to there.

wall of sound

a song for valentine's day, if you dig on this kind of thing



so sensitive, joey!

my reflection in the snow covered hills

me and my cape, we've got a thing goin on.



i wanna wear it all the time and i wanna be stevie nicks and ok, i am the farthest thing ever from stevie nicks and ok, i don't realllly wanna be stevie nicks but i like being witchy.

when i wear it brendan says i look like madeleine.



OHH i got some realllly INSANE black leathuuhhh hayden-harnett boots; they help with the tough girl witchy vibe that i'm inventing for myself here..i love them. i wore them with the cuff flipped up so they were supertall thigh high boots...superhero vibez [edit for jen! the tights are eley kishimoto, this season, right now, on sale because of la crise, bien sur!]



they zip all the way down the back..ummm SICK MUCH?



i got some flowers up in this joint. it smells nice in here.



still a goofball? just checking in.

obey fashion

ohhhhh HEYYY NOWWWW...what's this that has just been gifted to me? (i work with generous people who feeeeeed my addictions..enablers, really)



oh..just THE MANIFESTO. the YSL one, yah.
claudia schiffer, inez & vinoodh, the hollywood sign. yes yes yes.
some highlights for you...



it comes with a little red broken heart, one gb of fashion love.



oh, HAI. just a little red sequin number, no bigs. (as bryanboy would say..lara stone, dat chu?)



i should've tried on those cage boots while they were in the fash closet..they can't be comfortable..can they?



the red paper is a folded up huge poster version of the cover, with the YSL UPSIDE DOWN, so DARK, dudes. (is this photo like, soooooo claud schiffs for guess jeans by georges marciano circa 1989 or what? steve, i know you feel me..)



no more, too bad so sad.
i will never score one of those totes, will i.
well, beggars can't be choosers.
siiiiiiiick.

thnx xtine

a many splendored thangthang

because i am a DISGUSTING person, there is a very nice man at miu miu on prince street that emails me when i may like things. because i am horrible and sometimes spend money there.



miu miu valentine's day collection anyone?



so many things i love in one place..red and pink and locks and keys and tiny trinkets and jangles and baubles...

i die, diy editionz

guys, let me tell you.
it's really satisfying to SET A GOAL and then ACCOMPLISH IT.

case in point..i was reallly obsessed with lady gaga's hairbow made outta hair for your hair?

and i was like..i NEED to do this.
and..i actually did.

so pay attention:

cardboard center + fake hair from clinton street, mami (2 bucks!)
+ a cheap headband + saturday crafternoon at keren's =


seriously questioning my own (in)sanity.

yeah i wore it out all night, what of it?

after drinks and the pains show at merc and more drinks and dancing at daddy's...the bow didn't make it, how do you say, UNSCATHED.
it's now much more winehouse-esque and the headband ees broke, oooooooopsydoops.

um..so proud of it?

EDIT: i seriously encourage all of you who want to to try and make one..it was pretty easy. the hair was $2, the cardboard form inside was a box keren had lying around. i knotted embroidery floss in the back and then used the floss to tie the whole thing onto a black plastic headband (i bought a 99 cent one that was a tiny lattice so i could thread the floss through it). then i hairsprayed the whole thang to make it a little sturdy...do it! you too can look bananas for mere PENNIES...

i was born on jupiter

shit bitches, i don't watch teevee for like 3 days and what the hayell happens?!

MIA goes all fucking loco on network channelz and i gotta be the chump at work bein like, um, what are "the grammys" ? (like my mom saying "there is a 'fast-forward' button?" or bdonns being like "what the fuck is a lady gaga?")



sheer maternity tops are seriously next levular space doodoo pistolz. paging dr octogonecologist. (sorry, my playlist is really outer limits right now.)

thanks for keepin it (crazy)sexy(cool), gurl.

ps, pop that thing out already! dangggggg.

(pic is via nymag)

bloggas 4 life

so.
behind.
on blogz.
life's been all LIFEY lately and the bloggy blog is bearing the brunt. OOPSYdoops. sorry guys, luvyoumeanitswear.

well..back to it:

one of the best things that happened in the past couple weeks was lunch with arabelle. i invited her to come hang at my robotic office in the glass tower and eat some fancy caf fare and like..ya know, chill.

we got all up in the fashion racks for a bit and then hung out at lunch and talked talked talked bout blogs n bloggers n fashion n life n future n STUFF..we talked so long i almost missed a meeting! haaa ooooops.

she brought me a bag of wonders that had such amazingly perfect presents for me:



1. this gorgeous off white thick moire satin...jacket? shirt? with hooks and eyes and ruffles..it's gorge. and really fucking cool. she said it was from a costume dept; i LOVE IT

2. a ca-ra-zay printed polyester dress that is amazing but a bit small in the i-have-giant-boobs department..i am gonna try to repurpose it somehow?...the pattern is EPIC

3. an orange floaty silk embroidered dress that is so pretty and summery but i wanna wear it with thick grey tights and platforms and get all hippie'd out, winter steez.

i've been a fashion SNOOZE lately, my inspiration has been misplaced. i am gonna make these things happen for me and i will take pics when i do.

thank you thank you belle.....i hope you had as much fun as i did. xoxo

let's chillibrate

everyone's FA-REAKIN out bout this cover image that's been floatin round the internets of katie grand's new mag.



everyone be hatin on the logo. (on the webs, here at work, on da streets, etc)

not me! i am totally feeling it. i will not lie.
i am reallllly into riding the line of bad taste if the tilt it toward the next level and i kinda think this is.
well, that and i worship katie grand.
i also say let's judge it in person, what if its embossed or has a varnish or something? could be sick. i am betting on diggin it.

i also have to say that i have seen a preview of a LOVE cover, which i was told was the first cover, which was not this one, or any of the ones i've seen posted online so far.....and it was a doozy.
can't wait to see what actually makes the newsstands...