Thursday, March 29, 2007

Busy Signal (Makes You Go Bombing Mix) - Prefuse 73

I've been super busy these last few days. . . and it will only get worse over the weekend, when I move to New York (YAY!). So this will have to be put on the back burner for a few. . . but I'll resume once I get sorted. In the meantime, here's a blurry photo of the home I will miss.

And a little bit of Post Secret relevance to the knots in my belly. . .

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Think Twice - Ralph Myerz & The Jack Herren Band

I was surfing through Net-A-Porter today when I came across these little darlins from Chloe.
I love this smock dress, but it is nearly identical to my fabulous H&M one, which I incidentally love more (possibly because the H&M one cost 1/8th of the Chloe dress). My dress is wonderful. I think of it as $50 very well spent. And I generally want to wear it everyday (alas, I refrain).

This cotton beach tunic did make me think twice though. At $185. . . it's almost affordable and quite a pretty color. I'm really liking lots of pink these days. I don't know what's wrong with me. I like the cut and I think you could dress it up and dress it down. I love the fact that in this day and age, completely casual items can be worked into your dressy wardrobe. Or maybe it's just that I want to own something by Chloe, and this is nearly affordable. That could be it too.

Both photos:

Monday, March 26, 2007

Picture This - Blondie

Etoilee8 (11:09:02 PM): dude Max, last week when I took the bus up to nyc for my job interview
Etoilee8 (11:09:12 PM): there was a Hasidic Jewish man on the bus
The Name Is Max (11:09:17 PM): uh huh
Etoilee8 (11:09:24 PM): he started his morning prayers with his prayer straps
Etoilee8 (11:09:33 PM): in short, the people next to me on the bus thought it was a bomb
Etoilee8 (11:09:46 PM): they were panicking and shouting and hyperventilating.
Etoilee8 (11:09:55 PM): it was one of the dumbest events in my life recently
Etoilee8 (11:10:29 PM): I had never seen it either. . . but something told me, it probably wasn't a bomb
The Name Is Max (11:11:15 PM): hahahahaha
The Name Is Max (11:11:17 PM): that's funny
The Name Is Max (11:11:22 PM): people are so ignorant
Etoilee8 (11:11:58 PM): seriously, most people outside of New York aren't gonna know much about Hasidic Judaism. .. .
Etoilee8 (11:12:06 PM): it's not exactly the most "open" religion
The Name Is Max (11:12:41 PM): well, still
The Name Is Max (11:13:03 PM): the culture now is that anything foreign is scary and bomb threateningly dangerous
Etoilee8 (11:13:10 PM): but truthfully, what would anyone have to gain from bombing a bus of cheapskates, going to Chinatown. .. I mean, c'mon. . .

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Don't Look Back - Telepopmusik

Why is that whenever you get ready to leave a place, everything gets better? The graffiti is humourous and thoughtful . . .

The sun is shining. . . .

And you're wearing your favourite new dress (which looks like a choir robe, but you don't care because it's breezy, comfortable and made from 100% organic cotten). . .and you begin to wonder why you hated it all so much to begin with?

You pass your favorite house in your neighborhood, (which you intend to buy one day). . . and you realize. . .you can always come home, when it's time.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Get It Together - TM Juke (feat. Bread & Water)

We've got some catching up to do. In the last seven days, I have:

- clocked more hours on the Chinatown bus, than any other person I know of, in a consecutive week. It is my new home-away-from-home. . . sleeping was impossible, on the way up, there was mass chaos, which maybe I will discuss later
- looked aimlessly for an apartment, no such luck.
- interviewed for a job position which really wasn't for me, but it's good to interview, I guess. . .
- all while keeping hours at my current job. . . and neclecting everything else in my life. My room is a hazard zone, my hair is a wreck and my friends. . . I miss seeing them.

In conclusion, I'm exhausted and I haven't even made the move yet. Not good. And I hate being too tired to exercise.
After my job interview, I was left with hours to kill and nothing to do in Manhattan, so I wondered into a wonderful, magical place. People. . . I have found my Selfridges! And it is a fantastic place called "Bergdorf Goodman".

I can hear the sounds of forehead slapping and a chorus of "duhs!", but I've honestly never been in before and now I know what all the fuss is about. So many beautiful things in one neat place. Even little eateries in the women's contemporary section. I've been living in suburbia and fashion dead zone (also know as DC metro), for far too long and I've forgotten how wonderful and special it is, to see the fashion which is on the runway, up close and person (instead of mangled knock offs which find their way to many a mall). I was smitten. And I even bought a present for someone.

It was a fantastically, exhausting day. And the man behind on the bus proceeded to talk to himself, the entire ride home. Life is grand.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Good Bait - Nina Simone

This chair is good bait, because I'm such a sucker for pretty things, delicate things. Queen Marie of Kingdom of Style ( wrote about this chair a while back. She always finds such cool things. Anyways, I think this chair is beautiful, in so many ways. Items such as this always invoke the most superficial daydreams I can possible concoct. In this daydream, I own this chair and my future husband and I have a red living room (because I love red and black together), which we put it in. . . right next to the desk where he writes on a typewriter like this:
Actually, maybe it will be across the room from his desk because all that typing would really agitate me after a while. But I will listen to Nina Simone in the evenings and sit in this chair reading and writing. Oh what a nice life it will be.
For anyone who's actually curious about the origin of this lovely chair, it is a chair fit for royalty. It was created for the Crown Prince of Denmark by Louise Campbell. . . and with a price tag of $2,800 usd, well. . . he might be one of the few who can actually afford it (and let's be honest, he probably didn't have even to buy it, like the rest of us schmucks).

Monday, March 19, 2007

Sick & Tired (continued. . .)

You would not believe it, but even at my busiest moments, like Clark Kent in a phone booth, I always have time to dash into Urban Outfitters and come out with something decent. Yes, I do have a love/hate relationship with them, but yes, I also enjoy a good deal. The stores in New York always have irresistable deals. I found this cute little swing jacket on sale for $30. I have been wanting a cropped jacket for some time now. This one seems like a good alternative. However I just did a count in my head and this will be my 6th spring/autumn jacket (some are a couple years old) but six seems quite excessive. But it looks good with so many things. (Sigh).
I've also been thinking a good deal about my situation. I've decided that no matter which position I go with, I can only go up and so I shouldn't sweat it. Meanwhile I've had a vapor bath for my cold, read Vogue on my bathroom floor, pranced around in my new jacket and taken a Nyquil, which means I'll be knocked out in 30 minutes (and hopefully ready for work tomorrow). 'Night!

Sick & Tired - The Cardigans

Sick and tired is exactly what I am. Woke up feeling like death, took today off from work, stayed in bed until 2pm and finally dragged my tail to the shower. All this New York City, back and forth is killing me. And I just found out I've got to go up again on Thursday. . . more opportunities, the house hunt continues. . . etc. . . .but I'm sooooo tired. I never thought it would be this exhausting. The tv industry is either feast or famine. . . so you have to take it when it comes at you. . . often fast and flying.
I found this photo of Nina Persson from The Cardigans. In the 90's they were one of my favorite bands. Still are in a way, as I always turn to their old albums for comfort and joy. Nina Persson is extremely photogenic.
Because I've been in bed most of the day with my laptop, I've had plenty of time to search the web today. And certain news stories have caught my eye, for example:
I love the fact that our society is not at all above public humiliation. Here's Naomi Campbell looking fine and fashionable, going to mop the floors in New York City as part of her community service for throwing a cell phone at her former assistant. I've worked with so many short tempered people in the tv industry. You would not believe some of the tantrums I've witnessed. People should not get away with treating others so poorly.

And also:

Christie's has put the famous Andy Warhol "Lemon Marilyn" on display for viewers before it goes to auction in May. If I had the money to own something this precious. . . I totally would. . . just because I could. . .
above photos:

Sunday, March 18, 2007

I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You - Tom Waits (sung beautifully by Emiliana Torrini)

I am tired. And I am sick. My day went something like this:
6am- Alarm goes off, take shower, drive to DC.
7am- Find parking in DC and board bus to NYC, get kicked and annoyed all the way to NYC by the badly behaved, 3-year-old sitting behind me. . . this is why most people my age hate children.
11:30am - Arrive NYC, take subway to sister's apt, walk a country mile from subway.
1pm- Go for brunch with lil sis and friend.
3pm- View apt. in Brooklyn, fall in love with it, be told it might not be yours because a few people have viewed it already.
4pm- Pout and go back to the city.
4-5pm - Meet sister for coffee but can't find any place with no line.
5pm- Give up on coffee, and make a run for the bus.
5:45pm - Push way on bus because bus is overbooked (quel surprise!) and vow never to take bus after making first million.
10:45pm- Get home, fall into bed.

- Also bumped into two people I know. Small world. One whom I met recently at a party. . . one who was once a friend. The old friend and I ignored each other. I don't think we know each other anymore. Maybe we never really did.

I told myself not to fall in love with the apartment, but I did. . . no going back now. I don't think I'm going to get it though, so this whole day might have been a waste. For the joy of scaring people, I have posted a picture of my scary, sick girl bloated, bus face. I'm amazed someone sat next to me.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Bellissimo - Ilya

I'm suppose to be looking at apartments in NYC today but because I only got a few responses back, it snowed last night and I woke up with a scratchy throat, I put it off until tomorrow. Today has been a lazy, lazy lounge day. It looks cold outside. And grey. "May I suggest, that the heat is on". . . I've spent the day listening to Ilya and loafin' about in my pajamas. Finally showered and clean, I decided to write a blog dedicated to my bath products.

It's a safe educated guess to say that I have a bit of a problem. I love luxury bath goods. And cheap ones too. Taking a bath/shower can be such a revitalizing experience. Especially when you're not a morning person. I have to do so much to start my day off right. So why not pamper yourself with something nice? It doesn't even have to be expensive.

1. Henri Bendel, Wild Fig - I usually am not a fan of sweet scents, but this one is so yummy and light. It is positively fantastic and it sticks with you ($18, bought on sale for $5).

2. Henri Bendel, Rare Mimosa- Another, light and sweet scent. But it's really unusual. Both a wonderful start to a day (price same as above).

3. Bath and Body Works, Eucalyptus Spearmint - A while back, I vowed never to buy another Bath and Body Works product. When I was in the 8th grade, everyone shopped there. For birthdays your friends would get you a ton of smelly, fruity bath gels which would take years to be rid of and the mean girls would stand in the girls bathroom, hogging the mirror and spraying themselves down with Wild Apple or some crap. In short, I had an overdose and started to associate it with negative things (bitchy girls). But when they introduced their aromatherapy line, even I couldn't resist. This stuff smells so clean. (But it doesn't really stick with you all day). Showering is quite nice though ($12 bought on sale for $5).

4. Neutrogena, Rainbath - BEST OVERALL VALUE. You can find jugs (like the one pictured) of this stuff at discount stores if you look carefully. This scent is very basic but it's one of my favorites. It's extremely refreshing and it gets me excited about bath time. I can't put my finger on it, but I'll never grow tire of it (bought on sale for $15).

5. Ren, Seaweed and Sage- The most expensive product I own. However, I love the delicate sage and it's 100% natural fragrance. It reminds me of scrubbing up in London (it was one of the first luxuries I allowed myself).

And if you didn't think I had an addiction before reading all this. . . you sure do now. . . and Molton Brown. . . that's another story. . .

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Joy - The Sundays

What a difference a week can make.
I put in my two weeks notice at my job (and I feel so pleased).
I'll be in New York the first week of April. (Need to find a place to live).
I feel as free as these birds.

Monday, March 12, 2007

The Horror - RJD2

Today I took the day off and I got a few things done.

1. Went to see "The Queen", which was really well done. Go see it, if you get a chance.
2. Went and browsed some stores and didn't buy anything (thank god!).
3. Did laundry (ever since I started exercising again, my laundry piles up so quickly).
4. Jogged/walked 3.5 miles.
5. Finished a book.
6. Found some ace illustration!

I read on stylebytes (, that was having a sale, so I had to check it out, even though I have more tshirts than I can ever wear (try working for a streetwear label and watch as your dresser drawers explode). Instead of finding a t-shirt I came across this graphic by a kid named John who goes by phazer3117. I love it. And I love Banksy, and I love this whole genre of stenciled graffiti.

I took a picture of the graphic below at a stoplight in my home town, the other day. Not bad for surburbia! Times are a changin'. . .

I'm also a huge fan of Fafi's work. If you're a fan, who lives in New York City and you wanna party with Fafi and gang on this week . . . check it out:

LeSportSac/Fafi Party
Thursday march 15
9pm -1am
640 W 28th St.
password: "FAFINESS"

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Somewhere Between Waking And Sleeping - Air (featuring N. Hannon)

Contest: I WILL Out-Lazy You!
This morning Contentant A and Contestant B both lay in their beds, not wanting to move, but both craving a fatty Saturday morning breakfast. Contestant B actually said "Heeey, I think I want a breakfast sandwich", and Contestant B concurred, that it sounded like a good idea. Crickets chirping.
Contestant A had had a rough night, getting only 4 hours of sleep after drunkenly mending a sprained friendship and topping it off with a three hour babysitting gig at 7:30am (did I mention that contestant A also worked a full day on Friday?) Contestant B had also worked a full day but had ample sleep the night before (providing he didn't spend it entirely on the internet).
Contestant A heard Contestant B getting up and getting ready to start his day. She smiled triumphantly to herself feeling as if she had won (and rightfully so. . .). However Contestant B explained that he had errands to run (after eating his breakfast), so she'd just have to 'fend for herself. Drat! Foiled again!

The above is my bed, where I spent a good deal of my day, somewhere between waking and sleeping.
I bought the new Air album because it's good sleepy, hangover music. When I first listened to it, I wasn't quite sold. I liked 8 of the songs, but now that I've driven in the rain and listened to it, it has really grown on me. I bought my first Air album in 1998 (I also bought Portishead, Dummy within that same week). Both changed my life and the way I viewed music. It was when I finally started the long process of becoming "myself". Funny to think that was almost ten years ago. Makes me feel old.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Essence - Cocteau Twins

When I saw this, I got so excited and then I immediately felt nervous about how I would have to keep myself on a tight leash. And it doesn't help that the owner, Marni Frankel is such a fun, happy-go-lucky person. I use to buy gifts at her first shop, Honfleur Home when I worked across the street. Anyways. The DC metro area's first Marimekko shop is open for business:
The Marimekko® Concept Store
8519 Georgia Avenue
The Corner of Georgia & Ellsworth
I think it started as a mild obsession long before I knew even what it was. Their prints have always caught my eye, I was mesmerized by the bright colors and simplicity. It only got worse the summer I visited Sweden, Norway and Denmark. "You paid how much for that bag??" sputtered Anne (my Dad's ex girlfriend from the sixties who was so kind to take me in, while visiting Sweden). "Ummm, does it really matter? I love it!" Anne shook her head as if to mutter "you stupid kids spend money like it grows on trees".
But anyone that knows me, knows that Marimekko is an integral part of my life. My Grammy use to have a lot of Marimekko in her house in the 70's and my older sister's baby bibs were Marimekko. (Their children's stuff is so cute, when I have babies, they will blend in with striped decor because that's pretty much all they will wear).
Every Marimekko product I have ever bought has improved my life greatly. From the fabric which is guarenteed to breathe life into any space:

To the travel bag, shown here in Copenhagen which makes me want to be that neat, savvy traveller who races through the airport, looking chic because she packs just enough, so everything fits in one neat bag. To this day, I have never ONCE regretted purchasing that bag. I have gotten my money's worth and beyond. (Yes, that addidas bag was a crime against humanity. And once I realized how horrible it was, I ditched it. And yes, once upon a time, I used my ratty, soccer bag for travelling. Embarrassing. . .).

Not to mention the travel bag, I bought for my older sister for Christmas, like mine but beige, so she'd stop borrowing mine (that has also inproved my life).
A few spring time apparel picks, which I like. The first three, I want NOW. The last one, I can see myself wearing that and running through fields with my three babies. . .

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Wednesday's Child - Emiliana Torrini

you've been crying in the rain,
you've been drowning in your pain,
ain't gonna die."

I was also born on a Wednesday, making me an official child of woe (my blogger clock is wrong, but it is 1:08am. . . officially Wednesday). But it has also been a pretty awful week. Lonely, sad, emotional. This week runs the gamut. I will be quite happy when it was over.

Here is the dress I've been after, on eBay. Right size, wrong(ish) colour (but I could make do). WRONG PRICE. $780!

I take pleasure in the fact that when it's not on the model, it doesn't look so great. Or is that just wishful thinking?

Sunday, March 4, 2007

Sunday Girl - Blondie

I am such a sunday girl. Except on sunday mornings, when I roll over and moan because it has hit me that the weekend is over ALREADY. This weekend was fairly uneventful. Got some good sleep in though. I like that.

Woke up today and found the lovely Susie Bubble was on Facehunter ( If you don't know who Susie Bubble is by now, you should. She is an extremely modest, fashion icon in the makings. When I saw her pinafore dress, I immediately recognized it as being Topshop Unique. Funny, it just didn't look as cute on the the website. . . but this photo has only increased my wanting of a similar pinofore/jumper. . . but something a little more nautical. I'm thinking navy blue.

These are just a couple of other things from Topshop Unique which I really, really need. I can't decide which ones nicer, the dress or the shirt. I think I would buy both if I could!
Now time to apply for a couple of jobs and bed.

Saturday, March 3, 2007

Deep In A Dream - Chet Baker

Lately, I've been having the most beautifully, odd dreams. A couple of re-occuring dreams about places which don't actually exist (except for in my dreams), and dreams about beautiful places (which gives me ideas for businesses I would like to start). Sometimes, I don't want to wake up. I have had a dream about a certain place three times now, which makes me think, surely it must exist. But where? I can't quite explain it, I just want to find it. So here's to some things which are perfectly dreamy.

Congratulations to Jason Miller, who was in February's Wallpaper* (a little late, I know) magazine, featured as one of their Design Awards Product Designers. I have been after one of Jason Miller's "Daydreams" mirrors since last year! I kind of flip flop back and forth, because it is a bit of an extravagance. . . but it's a beautiful extravagance (my reasoning for anything I buy which I can't quite afford). The store which I wanted to buy it from "The Future Perfect" in Brooklyn, NY, has (had? )a wait list (which I'm on). I think looking into a forest landscape every morning would make my day instantly better.

I tried on this dress at Cusp a couple days ago and it fit like a dream too. Although it was on sale for $249, that's still a bit out of my budget. It reminded me of something which Erin Fetherston would make, however I can afford neither. So I shuffled into Forever 21 (to find something similar which would probably fall apart after one wear), and left quickly because that store gives me a massive headache. I must be getting old or something.

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Tired Little One (Acoustic)- Alice Russell

Why I LOVE youtube. Reason #2: I can watch America's Next Top Model whenever I like!

The season has only started and I'm already disappointed in the judge's taste! And before I get started, can I just say "saucer of milk, table 9"?!?!? There are more b*tches in this brew than I've ever seen (and I can hardly wait, wringing hands happily). However, although many of us, enjoy a good a cat fight, I generally find myself rooting for the nice girls. So how angry was I when I found my two top choices were last picked? No taste, I swear. Nigel, I'd still boink you but you do disappoint sometimes. . .

Kathleen from Brooklyn is full of spirit, spunk and genuinely sweet! She cracks me up (and she reminds me of my sister, a bit). She's also got a gorgeous face and a good look. But they voted her off (despite the fact that all the girls looked positively dead in the photo shoots). I would have kicked Natasha off in a heartbeat. She has the personality of a cardboard box and I'm not really sure what they see in her look.

Jael is not only gorgeous but she's sweet as pie and drama free. I want her to win because I want the world to see that you don't have to be a jerk to climb to the top. I love how she handles conflict and confrontation.
It never fails to amaze me, how Tyra Banks can turn modeling into rocket science and how hard Tyra and her fellow judges are on these girls. I mean, can you see Kate Moss in one of these competitions? She'd toss her head and walk out to smoke a cigarette and declare it all a bunch of rubbish. Speaking of rubbish, I know Pete Doherty has a problem and all. . . but how can you not find this funny? Here's Mr. Kate Moss. . . feeding weed to penguins, at the zoo. . .and yes, I'm still laughing. It's the most ridiculous thing I've seen all month. It makes no sense and I love how everyone's just standing around watching.