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favorite letter: w

June 16, 2009

two of my favorite w’s have merged to create a beautifully dark editorial, permeated with sex, dominance, need, lust, grief, and some searing hot s&m fashion. w magazine and bruce willis…you slay me.

w does some pretty racy husband/wife editorials…i mean, we all remember the, not one, but two brad pitt/angelina jolie editorials. i’ve seen and loved bruce in pretty much every movie he’s ever made (those who know me know of my fanatacism), but this…this beats die hard any day.

so black, so sexy, so much bruce willis.


and, after the break…

April 15, 2009

Hello lovies! I was in the great state of Iowa visiting my family over the Easter weekend and, as you can obviously tell, took a small break from blogging and all things technological to bask in too much food, excess sleep, and coffee (et al) dates with dear, wonderful friends. I’m quite proud of myself in that I did not turn on the television once, and checked my email but twice (only to delete junk mail!)…but I’m very glad to be home and back in the swing of things. I am a creature of habit, after all…and one can only go so long without her blogging, magazines and trashy reality television (all of which was remedied tonight immediately upon my return).

And how lucky I was to happen up this photo shoot! A veritable homage to things I love dearly: fashion, seduction, and too many good times. Wildfox Couture is an LA-based line, inspired by all things vintage, peace and love. Cliche in some realms, but eternally applicable in all others. There is, after all, a hippie love child somewhere deep within all of us. Look on and love, as I certainly have. Their site boasts a fabulous blog, as well, filled to the brim with a mecca of evocative imagery (take note of their recent post’s link to vampire teeth on…god bless vampires).

I adore the lips, nails, pattern combos, and the candid photography. If you know me, you know that I prefer no picture to be “posed and ready.” If you try to get me to pose, you will get my “oh my gosh, i’m so surprised to be taking this picture!” face. I don’t smile regularly in photos. I either don’t realize they’re being taken, or I fake a candid. Therefore, I have a special love for editorials which seem to be capturing moments, rather than perfectly placing pretty people in pretty situations.

On THAT note, I was quite pleased with some magazine covers that were waiting patiently in my mailbox upon my return (bless my roommates for not checking the mail often…I always omit an audible “oooh!” whenever I see that my magazines have arrived).


Amy Adams. A goddess. She is one of the few actresses that automatically inspire me to see any film in which they are involved…whether I know a thing about it or not. She’s a stunning natural beauty, and I am thrilled to see someone play with that and do her up right, without taking away from her natural intoxicating appeal.


Drew Barrymore. Okay, what girl wasn’t inspired by her freakishly amazing autobiography (maybe just me…I was a…unique child)? But seriously. This underwater cover is just lovely. SHE is lovely. I am pleased.

Marie Claire:

Whatever…say what you want to about this magazine. Is it great for high, Paris Vogue, W style fashion? No. Does it have great articles, some pretty clothes, and is it perfect for gym reading? Absolutely. Is Rachel McAdams riDICulously stunning on this month’s cover? YES. As well as a marker of what we should all want to look like when we’re 34? Umm…without a doubt. Kate and I were discussing earlier tonight how she was like, 27 when she did Mean Girls…even though she was playing a 16 year old. Genetics have done this woman good.

On a final note, I’m so ready for Spring to have sprung. I waaaaaaant to buy the printed maxis and metallic flats that I plan on living in over the warm months. I just find it hard to do when I’m still relying on my winter coat. I don’t even love summer…I’m just looking for a little seasonal consistency here, please. If Spring will give itself to me, I will surrender to it. A fair compromise, I feel.

xoxoxoxo, lovies.

as the world recesses, i fantasize

March 29, 2009

My best friend, Barb, is a Harry Potter addict. She started reading them when they first came out, and has been ardently loyal to the series ever since. That includes attending every midnight premiere of each of the films (Even when she was in college. And even when no one would go with her. Bless Barb.) As someone who never jumped on that bandwagon when it was barreling through our cultural world full steam, I would often make fun of her and her “childish” obsession. But she was always very firm in her defense and I said that at some point, I’d watch the films just to see what all of the fuss was about. Well, that moment came last night, after so much good sushi and a couple of bottles of wine…and I loved. I DID, okay?! And I’m not ashamed people. Now don’t get me wrong, I believe it’s very important to be well read and well watched and I’ve committed myself to being a life long learner. But no matter how intelligent you are, no matter how much you fancy yourself an intellectual whose taste reaches the very apex of the culturally savvy, that doesn’t mean that you’re above a good story, or a little bit of fantasy. I come from a theatre background, and so the crux of my life’s studies and personal work has always been to tell stories, and to tell them as vividly, as effectively, and as creatively as possible. I am open to experiencing anything that tells a good story. It might be a little cheesy (one of my favorite movies is Con Air, and as you know, I am in the middle of a little Dawson’s Creek rewatching), or it can be something whose story hits home so deeply that it never leaves you, like The Squid and the Whale, The Picture of Dorian Gray…and, well, okay, anything involving Meredith and Derek on Grey’s Anatomy.

During the Great Depression, the musical, as a film genre, thrived, connecting with audiences who needed something fantastical, feel good and outside the bounds of exacted reality. I’ve been craving that kind of fantasy for myself recently…and it’s definitely manifested itself in staying in a lot to read, watch movies, sift through magazines and the internet. AND (I’m quite proud of this), I’ve not turned on the television all week long (except for film watching, of course). And I’ve felt the most creative and the most inspired that I’ve felt in quite a long time. It’s also what I love about fashion…is it entirely practical to buy or even produce an $11,000 Balmain jacket in a time where people are struggling to buy groceries? Who cares? Harper’s Bazaar has jumped on this recession bandwagon as if must be, literally, the only way that people can even conceive of fashion right now, and I’m so sick of reading their stupid recession articles I could just throw up. I know I can’t afford the new YSL cage booties, or the thigh-high Rodarte boots, thanks…but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to look at them as styled up and fashiony as possible. Bazaar and Vogue needn’t think that the only way they can present items like this is to try and trick me into believing that a $1300 pair of booties is an “essential splurge” for this summer. I’m still within my first year out of college. They’re not. I find W to be the musical of the fashion world. When everyone else is afraid to admit their love of something impractical during a time where impracticality isn’t exactly relished, W says fuck that and gives us a shoot like their Stardust one this month, chock full of glamour, glitz, and a whole lotta “price available on request.”

There’s nothing wrong with looking to a little magic to make you feel better. I’ll alternate Twilight and Hemingway if I want to (and I currently am), and I’m already shopping at H&M…I don’t need to see it in any high fashion editorial, thanks. Tell the story, show me the good stuff.

the goddess swinton

March 23, 2009

The hype around Tilda Swinton’s recent cover and photo shoot for AnOther Magazine made me reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally want to share one of my favorite photo shoots ever, when she was featured with Rachel Feinstein, Heather Mnuchin, Renee Rockefeller, Yvonne Force Villareal, and others, in W magazine’s “Social Studies” editorial in September 08. Seriously, there are no words to describe the insanity that is Tilda Swinton in this shoot.

It’s a lot of images…but I’m not apologizing. There’s no way I could pick or choose…she is one of the most talented, sexy, and completely insane women in the world. And she’s wearing flats throughout most of the shoot. Let’s get real here people.

Like, seriously…what was Juergen Teller saying to her as he was photographing this shoot? God, I love it.