haunted

I am completely obsessed with this image.

PRADA F/W 2010

Knits plus knits over knits and shiny belt and ugly shoes and a Snooki Bumpit bun and THOSE GLASSES.
All over Mariacarla, who really does make my heart stand still.

I want to go to there.

is that plaid shirt a nod to the crispy seattle weather or are you just trying to stay warm in front of the refrigerator?*

i'm in love again.


ASHLEY MERRIMAN of TOP CHEF is makin me palpitate a teeny tiny lil bit.
ashley kinda looks like zach beirut's tougher cooler older bro except ummm ashley...is a girl?
it's like when i watch the L word and shane makes me feel all funny. it kinda fucks with my program.



so far she has proved unremarkable chefwise but that means nothing to me..LOOK at her, totes hot tattooed brochef style, it's really getting me. sam mason, i am maybe over you?



i mean, you guys:



dying? DYING.

ps, i swear my weekend trip to seattle today was decided before i watched the episode and found out she is the chef at branzino in belltown...i SWEAR. i swear!

pps if you don't think i am eating there tonight you are SO FUCKING WRONG.

ppps ashley, CALL ME.

*wins for best use of clueless quote as longest fucking blog title ever. thank you.

it's good to want things

living this FREE comes with a price, brahs.
that is to say that when you see something you WANT, you NEED, like MUST HAVE with every FIBER OF YOUR BEING...you can't just hand over the cashemonay like you were able to before, and there can be some PAIN.



these wood heeled docs are 130 dollars, AMMURRICAN. after a summer of thrift and sad lil bank account..that seems difficult to scrape up.

I WANT THEM SO BADLY, MY INSIDES HURT. they are my 7th grade boots gone grownup; i mean this shoe is like a metaphor for me, basically. (not quite right looking, but still kinda cool)

i will make it happen.
i might have to scheme and plot and maybe CRY a lil and then...sell some plasma?
but i will make it happen.
send donations and well wishes and Doc Marten PR contacts to WL Headquarters, theeenks.

it still soothes you, doesn't it?

surefire way to make me love ANYTHING?...stick anouck in it.


stella mccartney resort 2010

so weird, when *I* attempt to wear giant patternsacks i don't look one tenth as cute, but then again i don't keep blow up tyrannosauri or a cache of white balloons on hand.
gotta try that.

oh wait, i am also not an epic supermodel engaged (married?) to jefferson hack.
hmm. well. okay, got me there.

i still want that grey thing on the left and i want it now. hand it over!

that's what i'm talkin about

patterns patterns patternssssssss!!!!


christopher kane / prada / erdem
resort 2010

even though i feel like i am not PRETTY enough for resort "OH TEN" (as i am calling it)...i am still psyched on all the prints and patterns and clashy and crazy.

btw, i want to take scissors to an old tee and make something like the top of that c.kane dress...crafternoonz?
i mean...what else do i have to do tomorrow (spolier alert: NOTHING).

the future always looks good in the golden land

summer summer summer vacation is coming (more on that laters) but i will be west coastin' it for a bit and i am starting to get really amped.



a certain lunatic who gives me headaches/808s/heartbreaks/etc. read me a bunch of essays by joan didion recently and i keep thinking about them. so i'm reading and rereading slouching toward bethlehem and still thinking the 60s were really my era.

books, guys.
BOOKS!
if you're not familiar, it's sorta like a paper blog?



i think she may be the coolest crazy lady around these days.
get on it, feed your brain for a second.

also:
someone buy me this first edition of Joanie D's The White Album..this cover is the dopenesssss

tristessa

WHERE IS SPRING?
i want light jacket weather and i want it now.

can i get some of this in my life or what?


balenciaga f/w 2003

tiny shiny jacket, white frock, ankle boots.
be mine.

it's a cold wet mess in new york city today..i am in protest and went with bare legs because i canNOT wear tights anymore! i can't! don't make me!...spoiler alert, i'm freezing. ballz.

poke her? i don't even know her*

i mean..i don't know what happens now.



KANYE. and GAGA.
TOGETHER.
IN MUSIC, IN LIFE, IN MY DREAMS, IN REALITY.

what do i do? cry then die?
end the blog?
end the world?

if mark ronson remixes this,
and then chuck bass guest deejays somewhere,
and PLAYS the remix,
then..THEN..THENNNN...then the ground might open up and swallow us all whole.
the beautiful end, my friends.

BUT UNTIL THAT DAY, dear readers...why don't you poke her face? (click that link, brahs! kid cudi featuring kanye, 'I POKE HER FACE'...there's even a TI shout out. headspinning.)

*dad jokes, anyone?

she's like a rainbow

i guess i need to put my tits away for FW 09..a flat white breastbone is clearly a gal's best friend (isn't it always):


prada f/w 09

sooo...is this a fur/brocade swingy dress thang with rain boots? mmmkay. just checking (if you were wondering, i love it madly)

i don't now what's happening here, hip wader garter-hosen?:


prada f/w 09

oookeeeeee...

how bout feet-hawks?!

prada f/w 09

so sick. like the movie GLADIATOR plus the knights of ROHAN (nerdsauce, watched lotr all day, BUSTED!) plus SID VICIOUS but AS A MARY-JANE! wannnnnt to wear. you do too, don't lie.



oohhhh go ahead, LAUGH at us, you pazzo regazza. it just gets weirder and we just love it more. i hate slash love you, forever and evs.

casual stroll

this bitch is trying to kill me with her bonkerosity.



this blog is going to become FuckYouGaga real quick because i CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE.

"hmm, lunch? sounds grand! i'll just throw on some pearls and my chorus line auditions outfit. and let me not forget my SPECTACLES!"



why are you SO CRAZY???? WHY?

i love you.

ps, if you see something, say something..send me your gaga pics, i can't get enough!

turncoat

dear erdem moralioglu,
although the TURKS are my sworn enemies* (well, half-enemies; i'm only half greek) , i shall put aside the bitterness of my forefathers to accept you as a shining beacon of love because your latest showing of frocks and boots have captivated and scintillated me and that is a thrilling combination.



erdem f/w 09

in other words:

i want to go to there.

fondly,
W.L.
*exceptions also made for 3 crazy turks spread about the globe who i shall love for forever...you know who you are.