ciara beyond thunderdome

here's the deal with me posting this video. it's not spectacular or anything, but i went to graceland last weekend (!!!!!!!!) and at the one of rest stops before the shrine, i saw this:



and inside the men's restroom was a photo of tina in her beyond thunderdome garb! if a rest stop had ever been built for me, the one outside memphis, tn, is it. ciara's new video reminds me of mad max, hence i'm posting it. i think the video is good except for the scenes in the billowy, red maxi dress. the azure mini is saved only by the fuck-me boots, though i think the more appropriate term for those boots is fuck-you-to-death boots. the dancing is pretty eh, too, and only redeemed by the destroyed jeans. there's something about watching dancers with asymmetrical haircuts and plastic boobs and leather and studs that puts a hitch in my giddy-up.

i was so inspired by the rest stop i added all three mad max movies to my netflix queue, then when further and added escape from new york, conan the barbarian, conan the destroyer, red sonja, clash of the titans, krull and dune. i'm deeming august 80s-beefcake-revival month.

a respite from the blake lively UGGGGGGHHHHHHH posts

“I enjoy scrolling through the shows or fashion magazines and picking looks straight from the runway. I also like to think of things I haven’t done yet. For example, I’ve never worn Cavalli but I saw this dress in a magazine and thought, I think I need to get in on this.”

if you're going to insist on this cougar-in-training look, blake, this is all we can stomach. we (barely) salute you, boo.

via the cut.

destroyed jeans

this is when the white trash part of me comes alive and starts screaming. i've mostly killed him (i never eat my feelings anymore), but i'm not done yet. i'm disgusted with myself for loving these damn things so much, especially since i'm trying to become more tailored. in my dreams i wear these with a fitted, tucked-in button-down and loafers and look smashing. feel free to leave comments telling me i'm a loser.

stock small talk story: how i was explaining my desire to look more tailored to D and how i will never be able to part with my small army of vintage black t-shirts and he said, but here's the thing: when you were ironic t-shirts, it doesn't come off as irony. when i asked if that was a diss, he said no, i wear clothes "post-ironically...or something."

you must buy: purple & stripes

 

yigal azrouel

asymetrical layered striped top

$465 at blue & cream

david fullarton

i love david fullarton's portfolio and his zany, quasi-useless web site. i think his work is the world's greatest burn book. and to think i've spent twenty-five years letting my anger and fury at the world around me fester inside, occasionally escaping in the form of a journal entry or poem. i should have spent those years making ridiculous, witty sketches that concisely express my feelings. i feel like i've missed my calling...

that said, i'm afraid more intensive study of fullarton and his life will reveal a buddhist monk in nepal or something.




via my love for you is a stampede of horses.

bang

bang - rye rye feat. mia
directed by mia


Ugh. I need to move to Baltimore right now. You never see this kind of stuff coming out of DC, even though it's only a half hour south. And those killer DJ parties they always talk about? No joke, they're intense. I was at an afterparty awhile back and people just did not stop dancing. Four in the morning and everyone was still going strong. I guess it helped that Diplo was the drunk-dj'ing and people felt like they had something to prove but still. DC is killing my soul and Baltimore has the cure.

princess diaries

Anne Hathaway as the White Queen
in Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland

What's this... strange feeling? There's some sort of vacuum where my passionate distaste for Anne Hathaway once was. I don't know what to make of the serious fierceness before me. I'm so confused.

UGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH pt. 4

i'm sorry to add fuel to their fire by bringing even more attention on jon gosselin, but seriously, jon, ed hardy? and a tight ed hardy shirt at that? words escape me.

sunday morning

Record Club: Velvet Underground & Nico 'Sunday Morning' from Beck Hansen on Vimeo.

UGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH pt. 3

i think you, adam lambert, may be the most evil, most flamboyant guy alive. it takes A LOT to be a screaming queen in all black, but you've managed. i don't know what's worse: your hair, your pants (glossy denim? expensive leather pants distressed/destroyed to look cheap?), your sunglasses, or the whole thing? and keep in mind, i'm the GD who wears motorcycle boots and rings (ironically!), and one of my facebook interests is "wearing really big, long scarves with a lot of fringe," so dissing you hurts me more than it hurts you. i know others may be happy and proud for your success, but the gold diggers aren't; sorry, dude, but D and i don't believe in political statements for the sake of gay rights.

i sent this picture to leigh today and i was trying really hard to be a good person. i've been trying for months and finally i realized i'm not nicer, just more...um, bored (resigned?). i've quit smoking and honestly, i'm strong enough to win one battle but not two. its either resume smoking or become a bitch again, and i'm sorry, world, but my doctor says i shouldn't smoke ever again and it's much easier to unlock the floodgates on my bitchiness. i feel like georgina sparks on gossip girl when she calls blair waldorf and says, "...and tell jesus the bitch is back." if only my hair were as shiny as hers...