Everyone loves an Italian designer
Milan’s Fashionweek. I like NYMag’s coverage better than the New York Times (more pictures!) All is full of love and beauty. Including these Prada flower pumps:
My favorite were all of the Roberto Cavalli prints and dresses. Flirty but sophisticated and grown up. Oh god, did I just write “flirty yet sophisticated?” Ugh, it’s Friday, I can’t think! Anyway, not surprisingly, everyone’s belting everything again. *Sigh.* I suppose I’ll have to head over to Forever21 and invest. That is, if Anna Sui hasn’t destroyed them yet.
Hotel Chevalier
Here’s a link that will link you to your own iTunes, where you can download the short film that is episode one of The Darjeeling Limited, the new Wes Anderson movie. And let me tell you, I’m as excited as ever to see that movie. A tip of the hat to you, Mr. Anderson. Thanks for the pretty shots and pretty music, yet again. We mean that.
Oh, and the song in the background? “Where do you go my lovely?” by Peter Sarstedt. Thanks to Kate for that!
No, this won’t be annoying at all
Here’s the thing: People need to learn how to assert their identities without annoying me. Okay? Honestly, guys! I love Facebook, I’m okay with MySpace, I’ll even deal with your stupid ring tone (kind of funny when it goes off and embarrasses you, actually.) But if people start walking around with a f-cking personalized music button on their figurative lapels, they may as well invest in this teeshirt.? Mmmm… midis.
Seriously, guys. Why can’t we form identities without the aid of technology? Why?
Thou shalt always steal
The Village Voice’s Lynn Yaeger wrote a nice little piece about fashion fraud. Apparently, Anna Sui is su-ING (zing!) Forever21 for their knock offs. Nitrolicious offers a side-by-side here:
But right now, honestly, it’s not like someone who could afford designer clothes would be caught dead in a Forever21. Forever21 is for we, the people, the plebians. The proletariat. Those who find it ridiculous to have to spend thousands of dollars to look how we feel: Young, healthy and beautiful.
Anyway, Yaeger Bomb’s got a point with her story. Our whole culture, right now, is one of collage, pastiche, and general remix. Fashion’s no different. So, designers, keep designing, and please leave Forever21 and H&M and Zara and all others alone. For the sake of the poor college student who tries, desperately hard, to look good and not drink so much coffee all the time. I need the under-$30 dresses. They’re such a nice gift to give oneself.
Moneybook.com: One blogger says, “Mark, call me!”
I never wanted to marry Mark Zuckerberg for his money, I was always strictly interested in the power. But Facebook, his baby and one I wouldn’t mind treating like my own, is now worth oh, 10 to 15 billion dollars. Give or take. Anyway, I don’t know why he’s even selling 5% of the company to Microsoft. I guess to pay off that Harvard education, eh? Am I right?
Best thing about that page … scroll down to user sample032’s comment about how much our souls are worth. Niiiiice.
I want one, too
Look at how happy those kids are! I think this idea is really cool. I loved that the concern was that American children wouldn’t want the laptops they would, presumably, be getting as gifts for Christmas (is that even P.C. to say?)
“Staff members of the laptop project were concerned that American children might try the pared-down machines and find them lacking compared to their Apple, Hewlett-Packard or Dell laptops. Then, in this era of immediate global communications, they might post their criticisms on Web sites and blogs read around the world, damaging the reputation of the XO Laptop, the project staff worried.”
How snotty can you get? Anyway, I hope it goes well. Every child deserves the internets, if only for Facebook!
Commando …
Though I first saw this on jezebel.com, it’s important to try to get to the root of the matter. Apparently, these are big in Japan. Obvious joke: SOMETHING’S been lost in translation (har har). Less obvious joke: No pockets? But where am I supposed to carry my frosted pink lip gloss and condoms?
Start making sense
David Byrne, how I love thee.
Back when I started college, I thought all the kids who were big Talking Heads fans were a lot cooler than I was. I liked what I’d heard, but I wasn’t sure I had what it took to really get David Byrne. You know, like, on the level of my crazy philosophy professor, who would quote ‘Heaven’ during lectures.
Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. I just read Byrne’s blog entry from over a week ago about art openings in Chelsea. The guy has so many good points to make.
Art has become a thing, a life accessory, which one must become knowledgeable about. In that sense it is a lifestyle and status marker ? being aware of art implies that you are refined, interesting, and possibly? rich.
I don?t believe that. I don?t think viewing art makes you more moral or better in any way shape or form. I believe that this idea might be a holdover from the past, when art collecting and appreciating was the preserve of the landed classes. Since ? subtly now, but more obviously in the past ? the upper classes let everyone know that they are more refined than everyone else, then by inference, liking what they like might make you better and more refined too.
Art’s become this thing that’s got a highbrow reputation. It makes people afraid to talk about it, to criticize it, to even say, “What the hell am I looking at?” God forbid they come off as ignorant. And the crazy people who do speak their minds? The highbrow, high class people call them crazy behind their backs!
My favorite art this summer came from a guy named Jungo, in Union Square. I gave him 10 bucks once for a drawing he did of a duck. I saw him a couple of weeks later and he gave me a hug and another drawing, telling me a whole story about his insects (in sex, he pointed out) who were the start of evolution. Crazy, yes. But damn, Jungo was a walking, talking artist. And half of the people I met in Chelsea were just in it to read their New Yorker, sit on their expensive University degrees and travel around Europe all the time. Art is dead?
Take me to Brazil
Okay, it started when I met my Brazilian friends Lucas and Marina at the beginning of the year. Then I heard the wonderful Tom Z? and his feel good music. And now, Big Spoon has shown me Brazil’s answer to Banksy.
Neatorama recently posted a photo of the street art group 6emeia’s work in S?o Paulo. Just another reason why I want to drop everything and move to Brazil. Carnival ‘08, anyone?
People watching
I hate to be the person to say, “This isn’t art! I could have done it!” But it’s totally true. I could have done this ? I did do it all the time when I was living in Manhattan. It’s called people watching and it’s the best fodder for writing ever.
Anyway, I think it’s something everyone does, so, in that sense, this little installation/ “theatre” piece (I don’t think it’s really theatre but the NYT does) is a great idea. Brava to Yehuda Duenyas for coming up with it first.
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