vogue italia june 2007

yo, maybe I should start reading vogue italia instead this anna wintour-dictator shitbomb that is american vogue. how did I miss this amazing editorial? (even though it has my arch nemisis, agyness deyn laura hollins in it) (but it also has my love, lara stone)




it's from a dumb idea ("supermodels go to rehab") but some of the shots came out beautiful and inspired! from this:

I'm at work, are you?

this is an awesome blog -- it's called I'm at work, are you?


people send in their doodles that they make at work and the blog posts them. it is pretty new but I can see it just getting better and better



if I had a job I would totally doodle and send things in.

klaus?

style.com is saying gaultier's newest collection is all about money, but i think it's about nomi! (if you say that out loud it's a pun. sort of. i'm clever.)

FYI this is klaus nomi and i love him. but actually he copied his little suit from david bowie, i wish i knew who originally designed it.

cakes for your ears

this is a song and little vid by our friend thecockandbullkid. and by friend i mean that i have been to 2 parties she was at and said 'oh my god your stunning' and then ran away. but she is friends with some of my friends, for real.

this is actually her older video, but i am more into this one than the other one as an introductory sampling of her jamz. except that why didn't anyone ask me to style it and why didn't anyone ask miss knomes to make the cake? mother fuckers.

here is her myspace if you'd like to check her out. she wears some nice outfits and i also really enjoyed her live show. but i still could be her stylist.

kd's book club

oh hai,

i'm reading an erotic novella at the moment. no, it doesn't have a picture of fabio on the front in an open ruffled shirt with the sun setting in the background, and no it doesn't use sentences like:

"Her embrace made his manhood swell like week-old roadkill on hot asphalt in the Georgia sun. "

"He awoke my slumbering womanhood with his double tall loin latte. "Starbuck!" I cried. "

it's Story of the Eye by Georges Bataille, and i am super into it in the sense that i feel like a.) i am being risque and b.) i'm reading something with literary significance and not something that ladies who read romance novels would be able to handle (at all). but sometimes i feel bad reading it on the bus when a granny is sitting next to me and i know she just looked over my shoulder and saw 'there was a period when simone developed a mania for breaking eggs with her behind'. but they probably secretly like it.

anyway, it's sweet. they talk about pee and eggs a lot. it was written in 1928 (which i knew because they describe one of the girls outfits. costume history, what what!) and deals with the duality of sex and death, how deep.


oh but if you do want some real trash in your life, this website: Smart Bitches, Trashy Books reviews romance novels and seems pretty sweet.

"the not rape epidemic"

this is a fabulously written essay by Latoya Peterson about how (unfortunately) nearly every single girl or female is "not raped" in her life and rationalizes as such. ranging from, "well he only grabbed my ass, it's not like he raped me," to "he knocked me on the ground and grabbed my boobs and kissed me when I said no, but it's not rape," and beyond.

I think this is a wonderful essay that girls AND boys should read, and then pass it on to everybody they know. and it should be required reading in health class.


they talk about it on jezebel's site -- tatiana, the anonymous model talks about it in terms of the fashion/modeling world (her posts are literary and always an interesting peek into life as a model).


the only thing latoya doesn't touch upon which I think is a very important aspect of this subject is how to balance protecting yourself/acting smartly in situations and being fearful everytime you walk down the street.

hooker's delight

no seriously. that's what these pefect martini glasses are called. "hooker's delight by greece is for lovers."

they are perfect b/c I ALWAYS prefer to stir my martini before I take a sip, and also, they just look mad cool.




and look how elegant they look when not in use! way classier than a plastic toothpick.