Monday, November 24, 2008
What am I doing with my life that the price of white tiger rental is a legitimate concern? Who cares?
Friday, November 21, 2008
I found this video pitting model/skateboarder Nicole against Al (the name, ha!), a bike messenger. The two race around the city using their respective modes of transport before arriving at their final stop, Industria Studios, Nicole inexplicably clad in a bra by the time she gets there.
Because models are just like us (but better): athletic, clever, quick, etc., Nicole won. Obviously. Poor Al, mediocre looking and a slow mover. Shucks.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
But really, it's weird as hell to look at the little map breakdown and see that three people from Nice, France have somehow stumbled upon this compilation of my early am skirt talk. I'd say small world but it sounds too cheesy.
Anyway, to those of you whom (god, "whom" sounds douchey even when it's gramatically correct) I don't know, hey. I'm Lily and I'll be 20 next week and I think a lot-- perhaps too much-- about clothes and shoes and bags and I'm perpetually overdressed and this is my blog and I look more or less like this:
So let's get to it:
Serena looked awkwardly proportioned and generally unattractive in her Thanksgiving day outfit. The skirt was far too short and the shirt was reminiscent of those really cheap pinneys we all wore in grade school gym class. Blake Lively's not particularly gorgeous but she's not an ickly looking girl and yet she looked like an unusually peppy streetwalker and the outfit made her already-lame attempts at seriousness even less believable.
Apple's done this clever thing by not allowing screen shots while iTunes videos are playing so I can't post a picture of the red and yellow silky hideousness or the accompanying white fishnets so you'll just have to trust my gag reflex on this one.
I should think less about Gossip Girl. Major character flaw.
Friday, November 14, 2008
I was with Scott Schuman (The Sartorialist) today picking out clothes for a shoot for Italian Glamour. Rifling through the two huge suitcases of stuff they sent him-- mostly ass ugly, actually-- we got to talking about "style inspiration." Being a bit all over the place in my daily dressing, I came to the conclusion that I can't really pintpoint a single style inspiration. Just as I was starting to feel really cocky about my imagined one of a kindness, I found the rotund, giraffe-loving individual above and realized that she's it.
Yeah I cut my hair short a couple years ago and yeah I thought it was of my own volition. But staring at her, I know the real inspiration. I sometimes wear my glasses and, though it's not often, I now realize that I've been subconsciously trying to emulate giraffe woman but probably can't handle the awesomeness all the time. All I really need is that t-shirt. Anyone know where I can find it?
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Well mom, rejoice because I think I've found jesus again. Running a little too quickly-- less dedicated shoppers stared a bit as my tote threatened to knock them over-- I found the size 37 shoes and there they were, peeking out of a half closed box, literally insisting that I buy them for 70% off. So I did. And they're amazing looking and I'm wearing them now and we're so happy together. Will post family pictures later.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Now that the title of this post has (hopefully) conjured to mind images of me sitting on the hood of a Ferarri, surrounded by big booty backup dancers shaking their junk in my face, forget all of that and focus on more important things: my shoes. There are these laser-cut suede Valentino Booties-- as in shoes, not skanks-- that I need desperately.We met for the first time at Intermix, me wandering aimlessly, them staring haughtily, $945 price tag a little too prominent. Then we ran into each other again on Saks.com where, humbled by the 40% sale, they beckoned invitingly, attempting to ensnare me. But, as a newly fiscal child of the recession, I'm not doing it. (By that I mean that my ankle's messed up, I can rarely wear heels these days and otherwise I'd make the irresponsible purchase in heart beat).
But all hope is not lost because the Valentino sample sale starts tomorrow and I got lucky last year, coming away with a pair of $700 patent mary janes with a python flower for a mere $75. The benefits of having midget feet may pay off once again...
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The YSL Besace messnger bag that I've been obsessing over for a couple weeks now was just marked down to 40% off on Saks.com. No idea why, but black is the only color on sale so I'm taking it as a sign from the almighty that i'm meant to roughly jam my laptop into the leathery goodness of Yves Sant Laurent rather than my 8 year old Prada Nylon contraption. Plus, it's the perfect size for school books so buying it is basically just "investing in my education."