Wednesday, December 31, 2008

my morning breakfast...with jakob



good morning.
do you eat standing up?
i've found it's a nice alternative to the usual sit-down meal. it allows you to multi-task: scrambled eggs, cinnamon-raisin toast with a smattering of peanut butter and mashed banana, and vietnamese coffee with a dollop of soy; the morning fashion news; aaaand let the day begin.

breakfast sing-along: 'one headlight', as per the wallflowers (oooh jakob dylan)...despite the catchy tune and sultry raspy voice of his, that song is kind of depressing. as per wikipedia:

the lead singer and songwriter of The Wallflowers, has said that the song is about "the death of ideas"[1] and that the many metaphors and images in the lyrics were not meant to be taken literally. Dylan explains that he and the band had very little support when they were putting together the record, hence the shout-out «c'mon try a little». The last two lines of the chorus «we can drive it home / with one headlight» are a reference to how the band were able to get through with their ideas despite being hindered (i.e. with one headlight) by the lack of support.


"lack of support..." sounds familiar....i know resistance to reaching our passions will only make us stronger. and persisting to the end, despite it, makes you realize how badly you want something. hopefully we can all get what we want, in some shape or form. or color. as monica poignantly has pointed out, "we can have it all, but not all at once." c'est la vie.

after reading just one of jakob's interviews, i have a deep respect for him, not just for his....um...hotness...*blush* ...but because he made music for music's sake and none of the glory. in fact, he resisted any association or accessibility to his father's legendary name to promote his work. he didn't rest on any laurels and pursued to make his own.

on the music side, he struggled just as all artists do, having been dropped by record companies, facing bleak shows and band member fallouts. he continued to write what was true to him, lyrically and musically, and he kept doing it his way no matter what the music landscape was at the time. he was resolute on maintaining a personal connection with the music, rather than giving into his record company's desire to sell records by using his 'dylan' name. all the while he went thru a self discovery joyride, as we all do, to find what we love doing and to live it out (luxury permitting). he actually at one point thought painting might be another outlet, but dropped out of parsons after realizing he didn't NEED painting day and nite, as other students did. wise move there, jake-o.

gimme more, jakob, gimme gimme more (all quotes as per interview) :
When you're in the middle of writing a song, you can come up with this whole web of stuff only you know how to get through," he said. "That's very entertaining for me to do that. But two years later I have to sing the song, and I've forgotten how to get through the web, and it becomes frustrating. Like, how come I didn't know that the last verse is really the same as the second verse? If I have a point, maybe it should be simpler. Because if I no longer really understand what I'm talking about, I don't know how anybody else could." (NYTimes)

Entitled "I've Been Delivered" it was a song of rebirth. "I just wrote that song about not knowing what the hell I wanted to do," he says. "That's kind of what the song is about: a journey of trying to figure out what your point is and why you started doing this to begin with. Getting through the song somehow made things more clear." (Wall of Sound).

Q. Well, your songs do have a haunting quality.
A. I'm trying to scare people out of rock 'n' roll so we'll be the last ones standing. I see some pretty terrified people at our shows. I guess the record is a little more dark than me. When you write music you write with a certain personality each time. It's up to everybody how honest and clear they want to be. And as far as the material being somber and dark, I don't think "Wooly Bully" is going to work for me. (Chicago Sun Times 11.10.96)

"It's a ridiculous job. It's 99.999 per cent fruitless and ineffective. It's ruthless. It's emotionally damaging to a lot of people; they invest their whole lives in it and that becomes what the measure of their self-worth is, and they never realize there's other parts of life. And even if you are successful, how long does that last? People write nasty things about you. It's nothing you'd want your kids to get into. But the act of being interested in the arts was certainly never discouraged in my family." (Telegraph)

the things we go thru to get what we want....the pursuit of passions...hmmm...

i need more coffee.

Monday, December 29, 2008

reasons to love you...

look 1) perfect for the hells kitchen flea market....then afternoon tea...

look 2) gallery hopping in chelsea...then studio recording session...
look 3) photo walk in Central Park, Brooklyn botanic gardens, Lower East Side...(lovelovelove the auburn hair juxtaposed against the deepest of royal purples...mmm HOT).
look 4) oh, u know, traipsing in the city...eating ice cream...then off to the guggenheim
...
look #5) business as usual...with exposed cuffs
look #6) brunch with the fam....then 'light' shopping at barneys...

oh, fine, i'll just take all of them. and the killer heels. shame shopping it is.

burberry prorsum, as per christopher bailey, pre-fall 2009 (courtesy style.com)

basic silhouettes, redefined in proportion, layering, and texture. what's not to love?

super. drabulous.





rue du mail, as per martine sitbon...spring 2009 (courtesy style.com)

for whatever reason, i've bypassed her most recent collection until now (my apologies, martine). her collection is only 2 years young, but martine has already garnered a name for herself and from what i've read about her, has many a friend in the circles of music and art (rock music being a prime point of inspiration) prior to her becoming a designer....high profile social threads....jealous i'm not.

seeing these pictures makes me want to walk into her showroom and touch the garments first-hand....i'm kind of obsessed with folds of fabric. so simple a notion, yet...breathtaking if 'done right.' the play of shadows created from these folds/pleats/fabric manipulations...is endless.

maybe it's also the lighting from runway but no matter how you fancy a fold, a fabric's weight and quality determines how free floating or condensed it will be... and hence creates a certain statement or mood....

cases in point: look #2 above masters a gorgeous deep - folded collar, and structured folds of an asymmetrical skirt. i think 'graceful power at gallery opening.' in contrast, look #3 has folds pressed against the bodice, whilst a peplum of folds slightly stands away from the hips. i think, 'cocktail happy hour at the Met rooftop.'

either way, kind of brilliant...no?

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

"why, how do u 'do?"



...more poetic styling, attitude, and general amazingness can be found at at http://www.hedislimane.com/

it's that time again....



BFF trifecta (l to r): me, tippy, monica ....together in the same room?! sigh....dreams...can come true...


happy happy holidays!
hope everyone is celebrating and being merry.

love is all u need....

cheers to a new year, new 'tude, new 'do. it's gonna be a good one....i can feel it.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

i feel ya...



words cannot express how my feelings resonate with this little boy's during this period in my life....courtesy diane arbus' "child with toy hand grenade in central park (nyc, 1962)."

i wish i was his age and just as carefree.

oh, and note how fashionable he is! out of the nonchalant innocence of boys who like to kick it, he's got the look spot on: printed peter-pan collar buttondown, shortalls (one strap rebelliously falling off the arm), scrunched ankle socks and keds-esque laceups. and a pixie cut to boot (albeit he's a boy, ergo not many options for hair at his age. but still adorable). i wonder if he dressed himself....

i think it's interesting how despite our age (and aging), this young-in's pure expression of playful impatience is relevant, and universal in some ways, to the way some of us counter the undercurrent of instability and fear of the current fragile state of this economy. at least for me, i can't help but breathe "come oooooooooooon" to myself, no less than once a day. to the economy, to my personal life, to future endeavors. i know i'm not alone in this one.

alas, thank goodness there is the Office and 30Rock to keep us a-laughin'. and friendships. and love....and coffee.
cheerio!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

such a tease








O.M.G.
barneys 75% off sale, plus free shipping.
during our recession, i've been proud not to have stepped in line for any a-sample sale. i even bypass h&m when they have comme de garcons -or other- collabos with the avant garde set (viktor & rolf, karl, etc.)
but THIS!
when am i going to see miumiu riding boots, jil sander motorcycle boots and booties, the quintessential lanvin ballet flat, and ysl tribute in the 'affordable' $200-$400 range?!


my heart is palpitating. nay. bursting.
sometimes i bet ignorance IS bliss. because knowing about this and not being able to really do anything about it (ie: acquire and thus up my wardrobe It factor, not that i believe in the It factor, but this is making me too fashionista-sounding that i'm just going to roll with it) is, literally, killing me.

see for yourself and let the drool begin:
http://www.barneys.com/Shoes/SHOES10,default,sc.html?start=0&sz=461

but as i sit here and ponder for a hot second, where art thou dries van noten shoes, hmmmmm? tsk tsk, barneys. you can't get me that easily.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

breakfast at hou's

i love cathy horyn.
i think she writes very directly, sans fashion gossip, about the movement and influence of fashion today (see sidebar for link)...from karl's latest resort show to michelle obama's stylistic choices, to mentioning the chicken soup she's currently stirring amidst blogging. it's just really refreshing to see an undaunted and/or honest view of all things fashion without the fluff n' nutter of, well, fashion. and yet, of course, you can tell she has a deep appreciation for fashion because she's writing about it, and has a huge fashionista circle with whom she has personal relationships with...such that when she mentions getting off the phone with tommy hilfiger or karl, it's like me getting off the phone with a bff after an hour of catching up. had i not known she is THE fashion journalist for the new york times, i would still think this way about her work, her reputation not withstanding.

i particularly like her entry on dec. 3 ("just turn right"), because it clearly sends the message that perhaps fashion (and most things) in new york is so hyper-PR'd that we get brainwashed into looking out for certain designers, sales, fashionweek shows, etc. to the point where we may forego our own opinions and stylistic choices. don't get me wrong; this means the PR peeps are doing their job, and the "tastemakers" that promote these ideas come with integrity and experience (or we'd like to think so). nevertheless it takes a discerning ear and eye to sort through the whirls of junk to get to the core of the social/fashionista pie....i admit that i've been a 'fashion victim' on several occasions; hey, sometimes it's easy to get caught up, and that's sometimes the fun of it too! alas, i digress, yet, again.

to summarize, her article journals her trip to Austin, Texas to visit her friend's boutique and understand if/how the recession has affected a retailer that is physically removed from the fashion-centric city that is new york. i'll give it away; recession is recession, so yes the boutique has been affected, but on a refreshing note cathy notes [and i inference] how their selection ranging from lanvin to marni to marant could compete with that of barneys, despite its distance from 'fashionland.' thus the point being, it's not about where or what, but how good you are at doing something. if you know what you're doing, it will show through the said means of expression....

and that fine-tune editing and freshness was prevalent in the breakfast she ate, and what seemed like the people she was hanging out with. there were no 'missing ingredients,' for they were all pure and at the core, stripped of icing.

which brings me to 2 more things:
1) in music and lyrics, the movie, drew barrymore's character and hugh grant's character sit at the city bakery spilling their career downfalls to each other over muffins and ice tea...drew, when describing her story, quotes her idolized mentor to writing in his novel that 'she [drew], when stripped of her literary clothes, was nothing more than [a poor writer]'. ok so i don't have the direct quote; however, point being that 'clothes' (literary or physical or otherwise) should simply reflect the core, and not necessarily define it. at best, fashion will enhance the best features - the heart - of the person. at worst....well, let's not go there right now...

2) food for thought...home brewed coffee, surround sound 'sicut cervus' by palestrina ( a beautiful choral piece, super angelic), and a quiet snowed-in morning chez my mom's mansion in isolated new jersey is equally comparable to a favorite cafe morning in the city. quality, not quantity....

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

smooches

who knew i'd want to go to walmart....for THIS (thanks for the info, florence kane of vogue:
Norma Kamali - Women's Graphic Organic Cotton Short-Sleeve Tee

norma kamali does organic tees. for six bucks. yep, $6. it beats any sample sale price...of course, i wish i stood in line for the marc jacobs sample sale (a whopping 70% off)....i think i may be the only so-called "fashionista" out there who has decidedly not attended the rush of sample sales going on at this moment...there is so much opportunity, yes, to score good deals, but because i'm on fashion vaca (read: unemployed, i say without remorse, okay maybe a little) i find myself refraining from spending on luxuries that don't support my survival.

as much as i do love splurging...i think i should stay on reality-crack. the timing is just poor not to.

and i must be crazily out of the loop in tv land....i flipped on the WB and thought i was watching gossip girl. but no, it was 90210...the new version. and it just feels weird! anyone, anyone? maybe i've just grown out of the whole gossipy teen shows, and thank goodness for that. i think i'll stick to my vogue and international mags that provide so much more inspiration for my future artistic aspirations. gallery and museum hopping, analog photography, the life plan...need to aim high to really fly.




Monday, December 1, 2008

post-turkey bloat

yum. thanksgiving meals are always a highlight of thanksgiving festivities...mine was spent with family from across the country, with 2 adorable nieces and nephews who helped me bake brownies. i think i may have a penchant for children.....who knew.

allen made the turkey, replete with cornbread stuffing, cranberry sauce (with whole cranberries!), mom's potato salad, and a slew of other family style dishes, most notably my grandmother's roast pork (she's been making that for years). you know how you just keep eating everything on your plate, almost not caring that the food is piled on top of each other? it was that type of gorging that when looked back upon you would say "how caveman-esque, ergo grotesque" but in reality you are just eating of the moment and thinking "mmmm i want seconds."

*burp*

back to the more classy things in life...i got a perm! i decided to go for it, despite my friends' and family's Warnings...it just wasn't in vogue to them but to me, it was time for a change. and yes i could go down to my former hair stylist and have him customize my hair just the way i liked it. i was going for the anne hatheway makeover, with shoulder-length loose waves in bob-like form, but with a bit more curl and oomph since my hair needed the body. of course my stylist understood that and voila, i emerged 2.5 hours later from the salon chair (albeit my butt emerged a lil' flatter, if not tired) donning a gorgeous dollop of curled hair. i wanted to keep it modern, not jerry-curl-esque, but rather conjuring the attitude of the '40s, where classy ladies donned classy curls; flat on top and luscious waves on the bottom. fast forward also to angelina jolie's coif in the changeling....for whatever reason, channeling that decade just feels right to me right now. ALSO, i think it was time to move on from the straight hair angled bob w/bangs that i was underneath for a good 2.5 seasons (oh please, u think victoria and katie started the trend? hehe). one last lil' detail...the only angling of my hair is in the bangs...it starts wispy above my eyebrow on one side, graduating to eyebrow length to the other side.

tres chic, non?

champion coffee meets toasted sesame with cream cheese and tomato. accompanied by feist. bring on the carbs...it's winter.