infinity on high

fall out boy have the number one album in the country. i can't stop listening to it.

i'm sort of obsessed, and it makes me feel like a teenager, but considering my day to day existence, i guess it's appropriate.

i wrote the gospel on giving up
(and looking pretty sinking)
but the real bombshells have already sunk
(primadonnas of the gutter)



new york eyes, chicago thighs
pushed up the window to kiss you off
the truth hurts worse
than anything i could ever bring myself to do to you


been looking forward to the future
but my eyesight is going bad
and this crystal ball
it's always cloudy except for
when you look into the past


see also: ah, youth

home is where the art is, part deux

i had no idea you could buy art by kurt vonnegut on his website. i had no idea kurt vonnegut had a website.

when i was in high school i was obsessed with him. i read everything i could get my hands on, one after the other: cat's cradle, slaughterhouse five, breakfast of champions, player piano, deadeye dick, etc. etc. etc. busy busy busy.

home is where the art is

despite the crazy huge snowstorm in new york on valentine's day, i made it from my apartment downtown to the MTV studios in times square for a "behind the scenes" story with TRL host damien fahey.

i got to check out damien's dressing room, watch rehearsal and hang out backstage during the show. drew barrymore was the guest, and she was absolutely adorable. so cute, so pretty, and so nice to everyone. even though there had just been massive layoffs, it still seemed like a cool place to work. everyone's young, casually dressed, goofing off and hugging each other. close-knit.

anyway, i didn't take any pictures, mostly because i had a photographer with me but also because my camera is knock knock knockin' on heaven's door. i can barely wait to get a new one. i think that pink sony hits stores next week. we'll see.

overheard

overheard in girlhattan:

mom: you're not watching the grammys? the red hot chili peppers are on! you used to love those!

* * *

girlhattan: i think the snow is fucking with my technology

* * *

poo: i need to workout
poo: get a neck massage
poo: and eat some pancakes before i get all hearty tonight
poo: i should leave now then
girlhattan: omg i need some deep tissue work
poo: dude
poo: i need a new neck

* * *

the real deal: overheard in new york

veedee and doggies

happy v.d. everyone!

i'm single, so i'll be drinking. won't you join me?



monday i went uptown to my mom's vd party...











wax lips!
















roses made of thongs!!!






a cake shaped like a handbag!!!


um, ok.


tuesday - the westminster dog show!

madison square garden was quietly abuzz with dog lovers.

we were rooting for the petit basset griffon vendéen or bill cosby's dog, but neither won. still, we got to eat crazy madison square garden sports food... cracker jacks, hotdogs, ice cream...





see if you can spot the "coney combo" - a hot dog inside of a knish.



happy valentine's day. i dare you to fall in love with yourself.


{at the very least, read your very insightful horoscope for fun.}

justin vs. robyn

this is really "what goes around" vs. "konichiwa bitches"

this is tale as old as time. when money and fame don't solve your problems.

justin timberlake made a great album. his videos from futuresex/lovesounds, so far, have been so-so. he dances, he broods, he fondles models, timbaland appears, whatever.

so they decided to ramp it up.
"take it to the next level." hire nick cassavetes. hire scarlett "modern vixen" johansson. hype it up with trailers and a premiere date, and make the video nine minutes long.

and guess what? it sucks and blows when it's not being yawn-inducingly zzzzzzzzz boring.

the plotline doesn't match the song, the acting is terrible, the lighting and the mic make the cars seem anachronistic. it's just not good.




and then there's something like robyn's "konichiwa bitches."
no hype, no hollywood starlet guest stars. just a hilarious, creative, funky monkey little video you fall in love with.






budget for "what goes around"...........$$$$$$$$
budget for "konichiwa"..................................... $$


winner for better video: konichiwa bitches!


please, by all means, if you disagree, say so.

the change will do you good

gang of four - damaged goods

vd

this valentine's day i'll be going to a hot party, but not hosting one like i did last year.

what i really want for vd is something like this.



what i do not want? anything on this hilarious list:
radar's worst valentine's gifts







here's a little something to get you hot and bothered. in the mood.

electrodance! nudity! threesomes!


enjoy.

BodyRox - Yeah Yeah
Uploaded by Razorbuzz

tranny breakdown!

in the immortal words of whitney houson:
it's not right, but it's okay.

your new boyfriend is named zarf.

love him, treat him well. he has issues.

i have watched this about seventeen times and it only gets better. i've spread it to friends and coworkers, and i just can't get enough. it's old, i'm late to the bandwagon, but i'm gonna ride it all over town...

the accent! the underbite! the lone tear that falls at the very end!
it's GENIUS.
brazilliant.

"who am i?
what am i?
isn't it obvious?"

{click here to see your ex boyfriends.}

cobalt is the new fuchsia

some highlights so far from fashion week; animal rights activists need not apply. fur, leather, glamour.


so - the looks. here's how i judge:
is it foxy? could it get me hired, fired, punched, propositioned?
if yes, then i want it.

behnaz sarafpour



oscar de la renta





doo.ri


jill stuart



luca luca








also: cobalt is the new hot pink; adjust accordingly.


jill stuart



temperley


narciso rodriguez


monique lhuillier




images via style.com

talk to the hand...

girlhattan: "Talk to the hand. I got shit to do."
kingtee: and a cheerful good morning to you too.
girlhattan: that was a caption
girlhattan: for the image you sent!
kingtee: i know in quotes
kingtee: oh
girlhattan: she's all NINJA PLEASE
kingtee: damn
kingtee: hes all like "my heart, my heart"
kingtee: LOL
kingtee: (crying on the inside)
kingtee: shit! she can fly.
girlhattan: i'm sayin
girlhattan: she's got places to go
girlhattan: homes is draggin her down
kingtee: lol
kingtee: lmao
kingtee: homes
girlhattan: she's like, maybe if you ditch the stache
girlhattan: babe
kingtee: lol
girlhattan: and
girlhattan: um
girlhattan: the eyeliner
kingtee: i mean
kingtee: dude cant fly
kingtee: its a wrapper
girlhattan: all the ladies tha's independent throw your hands up at me!

role reversal

kimora lee simmons, originally uploaded by chillbill.

in a dramatic twist of events, my brother went to fashion show last night and i went to a knicks game.

there i was, sitting in my luxury box drinking free beer and watching stephon marbury - swapping text messages with my bro : he'd send "vikram in the house" and i'd send "spike lee." then he sent "paris" and i sent "knicks win." he's got more pix here, i got nothin. sometimes it beez like that.

flickr faves

fffreezing fffebruary - fffeast your eyes on my ffflickr fffaves....