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animatedfashionartexxxtravaganza, also known as shop til you drop.

i want it that way.

this is an email that is making the rounds:

opposites attract
love conquers all.








also, if you haven't already seen the new backstreet boys video that everyone is talking about, you really ought to.

lust candy

oh, oh, i want.

ear candy

listen to "here comes the rain again."


(while listening, look at broken umbrellas.)

anyone else sick of a water-logged nyc???

eye candy

feast your eyes on richard renaldi's photographs of tattoo boys.

watch the fun video from brooklyn boys the roughstars.

new crap

my chemical romance action figures coming soon!




also: i'm so totally into the jewelry made by waris (cute sikh and life aquatic star)!




from seven new york:

While in Rome shooting Wes Anderson's 'The Life Aquatic', Waris fell in love with the artisanship exhibited by the jewelry craftsman there. This past winter he returned to his native land of India in search of the country's best goldsmiths, some of whom made the crests for royal families. This collection of pure gold is the result of that journey and his desire to blend punk with the methods of the Old World.


by the by, last week i ate at aaron (paladar) sanchez's new restaurant, centrico.

i absolutely recommend the bistec en epazote, which was actually grilled adobo sirloin steak with sautéed cactus. ¡delicioso!

hrh had the asado pibil, which was really slow roasted pork shoulder with achiote, garlic and bitter orange - also ¡fantastico!



sadly, we did not get a glimpse of the hot hot chef. isn't that sort of the point? isn't he contractually obligated to make my steak and serve it to me with that handsome smile?

corrections department

did i really say that tuesday was boring?

my mistake.

tuesday was crazy insane, like for real.

i went to hiro ballroom to see miss kittin. things started slow, but quickly built into a relentless sweaty dance party, where the beats are so right and the music is so demanding and the energy is tangible and you can't drag your ass off of the dancefloor.











hiro has that fasian™* vibe that makes me feel like i am in the opening scene of indiana jones and the temple of doom, where the diamond gets mixed up with the ice on the floor and the dancers and gangsters are running amok.

however, i saw a very unfortunate fashion no-no in the crowd:



camo and argyle???

after hiro we went down to happy ending
for the "wigs and glasses" lastnightsparty party, which was
B A N A N A S.

i have been going out in this city since dinkins was mayor (yeah, i was underage, but i was going out!) but last night i saw some shit i have never seen before -
some fool inflated a life raft in the middle of the dancefloor.













so yeah, forget what i said about tuesdays.
because at 3am as tma and i ran hand in hand down allen street, we had cake frosting and beer on our clothes and ringing in our ears.



*fasian= faux-asian

tuesday

in case you hadn't noticed. it's tuesday. bo. ring.

*yawn*


everybody's talking about the new james bond, daniel craig.





i wonder. is he tall enough? dashing enough? posh enough? i have a certain idea in my head about james bond. i heart sean connery, and i thought pierce was perfect. but my next choice would be more like this:



and yes, i know that's not even what clive looks like anymore. he's aged, filled out, and become more rugged. and i like him like that. but still.

i might also consider gerard butler. he's got the "glasgy" accent that sean and pierce could do.... although i think pierce is actually irish...




while we're on the subject of objectifying males, i found this blog that consists of guys in tite [sic] pants.

behold: pete wentz of fall out boy.




tight pants, indeed.

but nice work on the cute video.

some of the tightest jeans i have ever seen were on the boys in a band called the blue van. the were definitely squoze into some denim.

also, looking at all these bands and boys in tight pants and makeup, i am tempted to start a "androgyny is the new black" post.
i just don't have the time or energy right now.
but seriously - if you're under 20 and into "rawk" it's like it's 1972 all over again.
or is it 1982?

across the universe = down the block

do you know julie taymor?

she is shooting a movie around the corner from my apt. it's a period musical, and all of the stores down the block have gotten movie makeovers - they're supposed to be places you would find in greenwich village in the 60s.

very colorful!

we got a warning that there will be some audio "playback" when they shoot on tuesday... so i expect to be innundated with beatles songs.








get in the mood:

listen to fiona apple's cover of across the universe.

then listen to rufus wainwright sing the same song. which do you like better?

ysl

i was obsessed with a pair of ysl sunglasses, but they were sold out all over town.
my friend tsuyoshi went to paris and milan and looked for them, but could only find them in white.
so i contacted this italian optical company and they said they were receiving some shortly.
then some time passed.
and suddenly they emailed me -
style # 6079S were in stock and being shipped to me!
once i got them i made all my friends try them on.
they're so fabulous that they look good on everyone.

i weep, then turn all veruca-salty.

they're moving too fast.
i want and i want and i want everything they make.
i want videos on my pod, and i want them now.
they really ought to have a trade-in program.
i have a perfectly lovely {but dead/non functioning} 10 gig first generation iPod sitting in my apt, and a fully functional relatively new 20 gig - can't i send them both back and get 15% off a ViPod?
hmmm? steve? whaddya say?

what are one thousand words worth?

if you don't have a picture, did it really even happen?



yesterday i went out without my camera, which was very interesting and very fun.

i started out at an industry event at bb kings on 42nd street. i haven't been to one of these things in a while and i forgot about the high-pitched screams lusty teenaged girls can emit. but the band wasn't bad, i met johnny wright, and i was in good company: the publicist was a sweetheart and the cocktails were free if you were old enough to drink them, thank dionysus.

afterwards, record label guy and i ate at red lobster, my second time and his first. coconut shrimp forever!

then i made my way through the torrential downpour to a taxi and to b bar, where cenon was celebrating his birthday. this meant that i got to see ms. cole, ms. min, the dutchman and lots of other lovelies. lucky, lucky me! by the time hrh arrived i'd already discovered my padawan, coincidentally hanging in the other room, and two groups became one. sort of. i was looking for perez hilton, and we had a text exchange that went like this:

g: @ b bar
p: in vegas!
g: oh right!
p: how is nyc?
g: drunk!

later i saw my colorist, watched calvin klein ogle a shirtless dancer. after i tucked a dollar into a go-go boy's mesh net undies i sighed and said, "i'm off." and flung myself into bed.

then again, i could be lying. there are no photographs to prove any of this.


now would be a good time to mention that i am reading The Picture of Dorian Gray. i can't fathom why i've never read it before, it's absolute genius. of course, i knew the story, but i hadn't actually read the lush prose. all of wilde's aphorisms and paradoxes ring true, a hundred years later. most of the great quotes are from Lord Henry:

"I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex."

"I can sympathise with everything, except suffering."

"Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the caveman had known how to laugh, history would have been different."

"I am too fond of books to care to write them."

"It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances."

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*random web thingy:

panic has a very cool "shopping cart" system on their site. add stuff, take stuff out - it's just fun!

breathless

it was a long and rainy weekend, but i entertained myself by watching breathless and taking pictures of the TV, as usual.














i also went to see roll bounce, saw michael imperioli at a restaurant in chinatown, celebrated nnadi's birthday at oliva, wept with a camel and sort of got that old seal track "killer" stuck in my head. i don't know why. {but click and listen - it's pretty good.}

like whoa.

i call myself a writer and yet it is impossible to find the words to describe this. it simply must be seen. {via sfj}

slow week.

these guys were hanging out in the window of a restaurant in brooklyn called nana. i went inside, sat on the lovely patio, and ate lots of sushi, which were prolly their cousins. sorry about that, guys.

bang bang

at a recent party i was introduced to the music of the audiobullys.

now i'm getting a little bit obsessed.

i downloaded their BBC One Essential Mix from freshly mixed (it's no longer available as a free download, however)

and i also have their single, shot you down, stuck in my head. i love nancy sinatra - "boots" is my favorite karaoke song.

anyway - i highly recommend the wacky video - click here and then click where it says "watch the video."