February 27, 2009

Perfect day, Chelsea

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I love Gerard Way

I have this really vivid memory of standing way back, by the merch stands, when My Chem went on as the last act of the day at Bamboozle one year. It was awe-inspiring. 40,000 people just stood still in the dark outside and the stage lit up what seemed like miles away and all I saw was little blonde Gerard Way singing his heart out. It was unbelievable. And then Black Parade came on and everyone knew the words, all 40,000 people. One of the best moments ever at a show. I'm trying to convince Maxine to go to the boozle again this year so we can see, uh, Fall Out Boy, Gwar, and the Bloodhound Gang. Bad Touch, man, one of the catchiest songs ever. In the meantime, I'm watching My Chem's Watchmen video on repeat.

Boop! Look at what's on the cover of the LL Bean Home catalog...the cutest puppy-slash-seal ever!

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February 25, 2009

Happy Hippo Kinder candy

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February 24, 2009

Fleurs from Ralph

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Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie drop the Smug Bomb



Brad and Angie are too cool for school - not!

Last updated: 8:44 am
February 24, 2009
Posted: 3:58 am
February 24, 2009

LET'S just get it out in the open. Just because you are a rabid adopter, zealous breeder, star as benighted mothers in movies no one watches and live in France, you are not a better person.

Even if you are sleeping with Brad Pitt.




Hollywood's golden couple - shriek! OMG! Was that Brad and Angie?!? - dropped a smug bomb at the Academy Awards Sunday night, swanning onto the red carpet for photo ops but shunning interviewers in what's become their signature navel-gazing charade of the celebrity arrival.

Enough already.

Possession of pouty lips and carefully contrived tousled hairdos doesn't exempt them from associating with the reporters and fans who made them famous.

At both the Golden Globes and the Oscars, Brangelina snubbed or brushed off uber-host Ryan Seacrest's questions. On ABC, Tim Gunn of "Project Runway" gushed over the cocky couple but was rebuffed by a patronizing Jolie's verbal pat on the head in return. "How sweet!," she cooed.

What's with the lofty attitude? And what's the deal with the frock-and-go look Jolie's been sporting at award shows?

Although Jolie dressed to the nines for the British film awards, she barely did her hair, pinning it back halfway. Her matchy-matchy green jewelry at the Oscars seemed lazy; the no-do hairdo at the Golden Globes was a mess; her blue pull-on boat-neck dress at the SAG Awards was sacklike, to say the least. Would it be beyond her to make a sartorial effort, to be a good sport and participate even a wee bit in the glamour of an evening?

Remember the good old days when Jolie was interesting and - gasp - fun? She starred in oddball movies such as "Hackers" and "Gia," wore vials of blood around her neck, couldn't shut up about her relationships, dated a lesbian model, talked about cutting herself with her knife collection (OK, disclaimer: The Post does not condone self-harm) and publicly made out with her brother.

After four years together, Jolie and Pitt have morphed into Mr. and Mrs. Ordinary. To stay at the top of the Tinseltown pile, just being good-looking is not enough - especially when your nose is held higher than the Hollywood sign.

February 23, 2009

"Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address of everyone I've ever known, it's nothing I regret."


When we were in high school, from 1991 to 1995, Neela and I would write epic letters to each other. On the backs of all the envelopes there'd always be something extra. My sister just found a bunch of Neela's letters and brought them to me, along with all the other stuff of mine that was in her closet... I love the letters. Here are a few...

February 22, 2009

Sam Hearts Accessories with his Coraline.

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Sam + Danica + 3D glasses = Fun

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From the vault

My sister was cleaning out her closets and found some of my old stuff -- including a folder full of my old modeling pictures, which I'm just going through now. To say that I was really really bad at modeling would be a wild understatement of my utter incompetence, but it was fun while it lasted...

I like this Polaroid Kwok took of me:

And for my very first job ever, they shot my back. So yes, technically, I have been in a magazine, uh, topless.

New York City Boy

Sam walking down the street looking for his phone

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Momofuku Milk Bar just gave me and Sam a sack of cookies for $3.79

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February 21, 2009

It was a good fashion week

I'm not sure how I got through the week without face-planting into my keyboard (not even once!) while managing to actually go out most nights. Maybe it was momentum or maybe it's because I kind of feel like a new person this year.

It's strange and vague to say, but I wasted a lot of 2007, then spent most of 2008 reconsidering the last year. But 2009? It's like everything's shiny and new again.

It didn't hurt that there were fun landmarks, paced through the week, to look forward to -- Calvin Men's show, Rodarte, Baby Phat, Project Runway. I was pretty much on a Rodarte high after the show, and all the strappy leather and sparkly sleeves kept me (blissfully) in The (fashion) Zone for a few days.

Spring's around the corner. New year, new season. I'm aggressively optimistic for the first time in years.

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February 20, 2009

Roisin Murphy

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This is how close I am to Kanye West

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February 19, 2009

At Isaac Mizrahi in the gorgeous Celeste Bartos forum.

The off site shows have been so beautifully staged, so smoothly run, and so civilized this season. They control the crashers much better off-site. At the tents it's just a massive clusterf---.

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Standing outside the new Diesel flagship on 54th and Fifth.

There's a more-than-middle aged man who keeps walking by me, back and forth, back and forth. I'm pretending not to see him, but he's wearing cream-and-yellow super-pointy cowboy boots, some psycho-tight acid wash jeans, and he's pretty much bald except for his huuuuuuge tufted combover that's blowing around wildly in the wind.

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The Last of the Great American Dandies

Only one more "real" day of fashion week

Thank god.

Tomorrow: Two classes, Rebecca Taylor, Isaac, Ports, office, Rebecca Taylor party, Christian Siriano, Custo, Kai, and then soooo exciting! Kai afterparty with Roisin Murphy!!

Then collapse.

Oh my god I think I need to hire someone to hang up all my clothes.

"When I think that I'm over you, I'm overpowered. Your data, my data, The chromosomes match. Exact doesn't matter, A matter of fact. These amoring feelings; A cognitive state. Need the love object to reciprocate. When I think that I'm over you, I'm overpowered. It's long overdue, I'm overpowered."

Playing violin surrounded by shirtless boys

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Back in the Waldorf ballroom, today in blue.

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February 18, 2009

Alexandre Herchcovitch

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I'm sad we're not doing Paris this season, I even miss Milan (a little, but seriously I want to stay in a bigger hotel room next time, ok). I miss my fashion boys, like, super a lot.
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Rodarte, the agony and the ecstasy















So cute!

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Gotham Hall backdrop for Baby Phat

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Aubrey O'Day is everywhere... Including here across from me at Baby Phat

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The ceiling at gotham hall, at Baby phat.

February 17, 2009

Fur fur fur at Dennis Basso

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Rodarte will save New York fashion week. Rodarte will save us all.

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Ikram, Michelle Obama's stylist, at Rodarte

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Milla Jovovich standing two feet away

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At Rodarte, they just paged Elizabeth Saltzman over the PA.

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Literally, this is how much space the models have to walk through. It's, like, two feet.

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At Rodarte before the show.

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The eyeshadow ate my face

The longer fashion week goes on, the more I lose the plot. Doll eyes becomes extreme doll eyes by Tuesday -- it's only Tuesday! Couldn't face my morning schedule today. Going to meet L at Soho House for a show and some gossip in a bit, then to Chelsea for Rodarte, the girls who will save fashion week. Office to file for tomorrow, then a slew of tent shows plus Baby Phat, the funnest show of fashion week. It will be a good day, I can feel it. As the day goes on, I am sure I will plaster on some more eyeshadow.

Today: Wall-hitting

Light day today, but after lunch and filing for Wednesday, I really hit a wall this afternoon, thought I might pass out at my desk. Went for a drink backstage with Tim & Jason, which was super-fun. Me and Jason camped out in a corner with a bottle while Tim ran around taking pictures of/with everything/everyone. The sugar and the bubbles helped. Then the William Rast show, which started 10 minutes after 7, WHAT. Who does JT think he is, Marc Jacobs? Seriously. Dinner with the boys, joined by Scott, who I've never met in person but is my Facebook friend. Right now I am beyond happy to be home and nearly bedbound.

Tomorrow, 2347829374829 shows. Will probably wear flats.

OH and I just learned that S is coming to town in 18 days, Yay!

February 16, 2009

Check out the guitarist's harem jeans

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Carlos Miele guitarist

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