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| photographed by Terry Richardson |
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Things To Do This Weekend: Free Gold Watch Collection Launch Party #SF
Our friends at Free Gold Watch are throwing a party/art show tomorrow night to celebrate the launch of their new collection: Botanica Series. Don't miss it!!
1767 Waller Street. SF 7-Midnight
(Click invite for more details)
What We Love: And Apparently So Does Kate Moss...Geek Love
This is one of those random books that I picked up at the $1 bin outside the Strand bookstore. There are few novels that stay loyal to you, haunts you and makes you feel that finding that book was a happenstance. Just read it, but it's not for everybody, which to me is what makes a story all the better.
Excerpt:
Now Crystal Lil holds the phone receiver clenched against her long flat tit while she howls up the stairwell, “Forty-one!”, meaning that the red-haired, zit-skinned, defrocked Benedictine in room Number 41 has another phone call and should come running down the three flights of stairs and take this intruding burden off Lil’s confused mind. She puts a patented plastic amplifier against the earpiece when she answers the phone and turns the knob on her hearing aid to high and screams, “What! What!” into the mouthpiece until she gets a number back. That number she will shriek up the mildewed staircase until someone comes down or she gets tired.
I am never sure how deaf she is. She always hears the ring of the pay phone in the hall but she may pick up its vibration in her slipper heels. She is also blind. Her thick, pink plastic glasses project huge filmy eyes. The blurred red spurts across her whites like a bad egg.
Forty-one rattles down the stairs and grabs the receiver. He is in constant communication with acquaintances on the edge of the clergy, cultivating them in hopes of slinking back into his collar. His anxious muttering into the phone begins as Crystal Lil careens back into her room. She leaves the door open to the hallway.
Her window looks onto the sidewalk in front of the building. Her television is on with the volume high. She sits on the backless kitchen chair, feels around for the large magnifying glass until she finds it on top of the TV, and then leans close, her nose scant inches from the screen, pumping the lens in and out before her eyes in a constant struggle to focus an image around the dots. When i come through the hall I can see the grey light flickering through the lens onto the eager blindness of her face.
Being called “Manager” explains, for Crystal Lil, why no bills come to her, why her room is free, and why the small check arrives for her each month. She is adamant in her duties as rent collector and enfeebled watchdog. The phone is part of the deal.
Excerpt:
Now Crystal Lil holds the phone receiver clenched against her long flat tit while she howls up the stairwell, “Forty-one!”, meaning that the red-haired, zit-skinned, defrocked Benedictine in room Number 41 has another phone call and should come running down the three flights of stairs and take this intruding burden off Lil’s confused mind. She puts a patented plastic amplifier against the earpiece when she answers the phone and turns the knob on her hearing aid to high and screams, “What! What!” into the mouthpiece until she gets a number back. That number she will shriek up the mildewed staircase until someone comes down or she gets tired.
I am never sure how deaf she is. She always hears the ring of the pay phone in the hall but she may pick up its vibration in her slipper heels. She is also blind. Her thick, pink plastic glasses project huge filmy eyes. The blurred red spurts across her whites like a bad egg.
Forty-one rattles down the stairs and grabs the receiver. He is in constant communication with acquaintances on the edge of the clergy, cultivating them in hopes of slinking back into his collar. His anxious muttering into the phone begins as Crystal Lil careens back into her room. She leaves the door open to the hallway.
Her window looks onto the sidewalk in front of the building. Her television is on with the volume high. She sits on the backless kitchen chair, feels around for the large magnifying glass until she finds it on top of the TV, and then leans close, her nose scant inches from the screen, pumping the lens in and out before her eyes in a constant struggle to focus an image around the dots. When i come through the hall I can see the grey light flickering through the lens onto the eager blindness of her face.
Being called “Manager” explains, for Crystal Lil, why no bills come to her, why her room is free, and why the small check arrives for her each month. She is adamant in her duties as rent collector and enfeebled watchdog. The phone is part of the deal.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
What We Love: This Year's @CFDA nominees... @VogueMagazine
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| Billy Reid |
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| Eddie Borgo (with Lizzie Jagger) |
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| Christian Cota |
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| Loden Dager |
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| Pamela Love (with Alexa Chung) |
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| Prabal Gurung (with Diane Kruger) |
Monday, October 25, 2010
And Now A Word From Our Intern Alex. Interview w/Lanie of Hellz-Bellz.
FALL 2010 VIDEO BEHIND THE SCENES from HELLZ on Vimeo.
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| Lanie Alabanza-Barcena / Hellz Founder | Creative Director |
Alex: What is your go-to song that instantly brightens your mood?
Lanie: It's an oldie but goodie and I actually just heard it the other day... something about Musiq Soul Child's "Love At First Sight" always puts a huge grin on my face.
Alex: What is the best winter activity in LA?
Lanie: Wow, there really isn't any that I know of, other than the typical ice skating or snowboarding. As you know, we don't really have a winter in LA & to be honest, every time it's cold out there's nothing I'd rather do than curl up in my comforter with a book, some hot cocoa and my dogs BUT if I had to pry myself from the couch and head outside, you'd probably find me out shopping.
Alex: If you could meet anyone – dead or alive – who would it be?
Lanie: John Lennon
Alex: What are your fall must-haves?
Lanie: An American Apparel circle scarf, black leggings, Burt's Bees Wax lip balm, everything Hellz and a pair of Doc's.
Alex: Who inspires you – both in your work and just in life?
Lanie: My mom... I work and live to make her proud.
Alex: If you could plan the perfect trip, where would you go and what would you see?
Lanie: With the crazy work schedule I have I wouldn't be lying if I said I think about this almost everyday... I would be with my husband sans our computers and blackberry's laying on a beach getting massages in Borocay, Philippines & do absolutely nothing but enjoying the sun.
Alex: What is your favorite winter cocktail?
Lanie: No matter what the season is, it's always... Jameson & Ginger Ale
Alex: What one thing in your life can you NOT live without?
Lanie: I almost said my blackberry... how depressing is that?! No, but really I can NOT live without my family.
words by Alexandra Thurmond and Lanie Alabanza-Barcena
What We Love: Best Cover of the Year November Issue of Vogue Paris
Natashy Poly graces the November cover for Vogue Paris, shot by Mario Sorrenti.
Ah, for Carine's sake... porquoi on ne peut etre comme eux???
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Pics from It's A Pop-Up @FashionWeekLA
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| It's A Pop-Up @ LA Fashion Week / Space 15 Twenty / Hollywood, CA |
The amazing DJ SOSUPERSAM.
check out more pics here
*These pretty clear-res ones are courtesy of Hellz-Bellz. The blurry ones on Facebook were taken by my Blackberry. (Sigh, forgot camera that day)
Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
It's Not That We Love @AnnaDelloRusso, but We LOVE AnnaDelloRusso.
via Fashionologie -
Anna Dello Russo's appearance in the November 2010 issue of W likely explains why she was spotted at the magazine's offices in July — which at the time spurred rumors that she might be joining Stefano Tonchi's team. The 47-year-old street style star is captured by Juergen Teller in a six-page spread at her Milan home, which consists of two adjacent one-bedroom apartments, one for Dello Russo and one for her clothes. The latter includes a green marble bathroom: "You never know when the clothes might need a bath," Dello Russo quips.
Say It Isn't So: #NYC Landmark, Chelsea Hotel Up For Sale
(Some of my weirdest yet memorable NYC moments happened behind these walls. Please don't turn those good times into a Best Buy)
via Associated Press
NEW YORK – New York City’s Hotel Chelsea, the bohemian landmark where poet Dylan Thomas collapsed in a coma before dying in 1953 and where the girlfriend of Sex Pistols bassist Sid Vicious was fatally stabbed in 1978, is up for sale, its owners announced Tuesday.
Celebrated in songs like Joni Mitchell’s “Chelsea Morning” and Nico’s “Chelsea Girl,” the 1883 building has offered short- and long-term shelter to generations of artists and musicians. Notable residents have included Bob Dylan, Andy Warhol, Arthur Miller, Eugene O’Neill, Patti Smith, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison.
The hotel’s legacy as an artists’ playground could be in doubt after the group of families that has owned it for 65 years decided to sell. They have not named an asking price.
“The hotel will always continue to be a destination for creativity and art, that’s what makes it so special,” shareholder Paul Brounstein said in a statement. “Nothing can ever change that.”
But residents said they are in the dark about the building’s future.
“We have no idea yet,” said Zev Greenfield, a photographer who has lived at the Chelsea since his teenage years in 1974. “The letter that came to us said nothing’s going to happen in the short term.”
The 12-story brick building was completed in 1883 and is on the National Register of Historic Places.
Boasting wrought-iron balconies and a 12-story staircase, it was the city’s first cooperative apartment complex when it was built but has been a hotel since 1905.
Today it has 125 transient hotel rooms where rates start at $189 a night and 101 residential units.
“It’s a wonderful community,” said Brian Bothwell, a film editor who has lived at the Chelsea for 16 years.
Bothwell said his second-floor apartment was home to musician Leonard Cohen in the 1960s and singer-actress Grace Jones in the 1980s.
“Leonard Cohen fans knock on my door and ask to see my apartment,” he said. “They want to see the bedroom.”
Bothwell said residents mix easily with hotel guests like cartoonist R. Crumb, a regular visitor.
“A lot of the people that stay here for a night or two really respect the arts,” Bothwell said.
Singer-songwriter Alejandro Escovedo was living at the Chelsea during its darkest time, when Vicious was charged with Nancy Spungen’s murder. Vicious, born John Simon Ritchie, died of a heroin overdose months later while out on bail.
“It really kind of changed the whole atmosphere,” Escovedo said by phone from Lexington, Ky., where he was touring. “There was a lot more paranoia.”
Escovedo recalled riding in an elevator at the Chelsea with Vicious, Spungen, writer Quentin Crisp and fashion designer Charles James.
“I just hope it doesn’t become a Starbucks or something,” he said.
What We Love: Flowers In the Attic @Bonadrag
Does anyone remember the book? 100% cotton scoop neck t-shirt in bone with a faded print. Flowers in the Attic is a 1979 novel by V.C. Andrews. The first (and best) book in the Dollanganger Series. Another reason we love Chrissie Miller of Sophomore, such great taste in pop culture/literature! Buy the t-shirt here.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
What We Love: F. Scott Fitzgerald's bag.
via Scout
"A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain." -
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
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