Thursday, April 23, 2009

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

That Corpse You Planted...Has it Begun to Sprout?

I am only too aware that it is late for an Easter post, but things have been busy busy, and after all, April is the cruelest month... My mermaids deserve a personal style post, however, for their tastes are so laughably divergent that I felt it only right to share with the world.






Daisy looks as though she is off to the Protestant Church on Fifth Avenue in 1958...And Jordan appears to still be clad in her Easter Saturday finery for a romp around the gayborhood (which, I am told, is exactly the case).

How do two such different girls spend their Easter Sundays? Daisy finds a quiet corner to escape the crazy relatives and get in a little shut-eye...
While Jordan celebrates the most famous zombie story of them all by killing the computer-animated version with her loved ones.
Ah, Easter. Spring has sprung. One can be sure the mermaids will be out to play more often now...

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

PoofyHero



Perhaps it is a combination between GoGo (Kill Bill Vol. 1) and the Powerpuff Girls influencing me, but these images give me the impression of a superhero persona. I suppose I should have noticed the parallel between my love of superheroes and costumey theme dressing earlier! I do find that a well executed, highly stylized ensemble can create a powerful confidence despite the ridiculous appearance.

I hope that when my own hero quest has me stuck in the belly of the whale, I will be fueled by gummies, wearing a lot of tulle, and calling on the assistance of Hello Kitty and Gwen's Harajuku cult.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Desperately Seeking Susan - Time for You and Time for Me

Would it have been worth it after all, after the chinese food, the cheese curls, the wine, among the netflix sleeves, the talk of you and me, would it have been worthwhile to say: "I am Lazarus, come back to tell you all, it is a blessing you never saw this film when you were seventeen."

No! I am no Carine Roitfeld, nor was meant to be; am an observer, one that will do to swell your ego, censure an outfit or two, advise the girls, no doubt an easy tool; at times, indeed ridiculous - almost, at times, the Fool.

And yet, amongst last night's debaucheries, I could not but offer up a prayer of thanks that my fair companions had not witnessed the excess of eighties bohemia in their younger, more impressionable years. For if I cringe now to think of the state in which my mermaids trotted off to school to talk of Michelangelo, how much more would I now shudder had their creations included cropped-lace button-downs or gartered boxer shorts?

Yet I do not doubt this would have been the case. Not a scene flitted by our eyes when my mermaids did not cry: "I own that purse!" or "That sweater is just like yours!" I saw as plain as day the ticker tape running behind their eyes, shopping lists forming in the swirls of their irises: studded boots and military jackets and maybe a new pair to replace their ratty old lace gloves. I know for certain that Jordan is already on the hunt for an oversized hat box for weekend jaunts, and Daisy can't wait to pair her lace ruffled bustier prom dress with anything studded.

It is to be regretted, certainly, but how much worse would the damage have been if the time had not been right. Even so, Jordan left for work this morning with orange-red lips floating above her layered chain necklaces, studded belt, lace fingerless glove, and turned-down boots. Need I buy up all the sequined sheathes on e-Bay? It might, in fact, be a necessary precaution. And indeed there will be time to wonder "Do I dare?" and "Do I dare?"

Monday, April 6, 2009

Tea Party

Dearest Jordan,

I too perused Pixie Market's website today! I often think about our visit to their L.A. location. While I did take note that Lily Kitty was delightful and very well priced, I ended up bookmarking this skirt instead.
It is begging for my grandmother's sheer secretary top with bows trailing down the front, and pale pink, perforated, patent leather peep toe heels! There will be far too many p's and approximately ten bows involved in this ensemble. It will be nauseatingly wonderful.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Hell's Angel

I must wear this dress with a black motorcycle jacket and my high-heeled black ankle boots. Pounds of necklaces are advisable, too. Badass cherubs indeed, indeed!
(lily kitty from pixie market)

The Top Secret Files of Mr. M. Night Shyamalan

I had my fitting for The Last Airbender yesterday, but my confidentiality agreement legally binds me from dishing about my costume(!!!). However, I do not believe value judgements count, so let me oh-so-cautiously venture to say: best costume I have EVER worn! And I have worked Mad Men, so you know this costume's gotta be good. Bea-u-ti-ful. Happy sigh.

Friday, April 3, 2009

No Place Like London - Except New York

Fred R. Conrad/The New York Times

Years ago I spent five lonely, weepy, sleepless, amazing months in the great black pit that is London. I spent way too much on rent, searched in vain for low-fat cheese, haunted the theatres of the West End with a desperate need to find something positive about the dreary British capital, and escaped to Paris whenever it all got too gloomy.

With all my sterling being chucked into the bottomless pockets of the greasy estate agents who leased my apartment, Paris began to look much too dauntingly expensive for my increasingly frequent need to escape. Soon crossing the channel transformed into crossing Edgware Road as I began to flee to Selfridges and blow thirty quid on YSL eyeshadow, coffee, and chocolate chip scones. Eventually even that got too expensive, and no longer could I ignore the siren song of that fabled shopping phenomenon, High Street - of which Topshop is queen.

I have long since escaped to the States to explore our own brand of depressing metropolis, but that wily huntress Topshop has finally tracked me down. I hear its call. I fear it won't be long before Daisy and I are drawn to our doom like moths to a flame. With our powers of rationalization, we can't resist for long. O Topshop, sing of my empty wallet and voluminous orange gingham sundress. Sing of the downfall of careful budgeting and rational purchases! Sing, sing of the triumph of fashion over reason, as the galley of my finances sinks into the wine-dark sea...

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Brevity = Soul of Wit

When I am famous, I will wear Alexander Wang every day (and buy lots of Luella for Daisy).