Will Somebody Take Me To This?

Crazy Talk

I guess the Iranian government is doing a great job at executing it's gays.

Bespoke - Part I

I was sitting in the subway the other night thinking about the start of YET another school year and it dawned on me that in less than two years I'll have accumulated 5 freaking degrees. Now having lots of fancy letters next to one's name is all well and good but it's all got to lead to something right? So with next summer's crucial intern recruiting session looming, I've decided to put my heart and soul into getting the best job possible, or at the very least one that will sustain my rampant sybarism (we all need to sublimate our rage somehow right?). As a first step, I've made appointments with the school career people to help sort out my resume and arranged to have a whole pile of business cards printed out.

Now here comes the crazy bit.

I've decided that a fundamental component of my job search arsenal will be a bespoke suit. Thats right, a unique, hand made suit made entirely to my specifications. Now granted, its going to cost the same as the per capita GDP of Cuba but part of the reason for this particularly obscene indulgence is the fact that standing at a towering 5'5 and weighing 120 pounds (or a 165cms and 54kgs) means that there isn't an off-the-rack suit in New York that actually fits me. I am also insane. But I figure, nothing inspires and communicates confidence and competence more than an exquisite suit that fits perfectly.

My suit is going to be made by Duncan Quinn and the dapper fellow below is going to be my tailor.


I'll keep you guys posted throughout the fittings and such!

Beth Ditto Shows Britney How It's Done

Obituary Sundays - Britney's Career

One only had to look at Fiddy's face around the halfway point. It really says it all. Horror, surprise, and finally, pity. Also, from the New York Times:

"Thanks to her annus horribilis — or, more accurately, anni horribiles — she was one of the most anticipated V.M.A. performers in years. Voyeurs around the world were ready to see a fallen star back onstage.

She didn’t disappoint: she was awful. Visibly nervous, she tottered around the stage, dancing tentatively and doing nothing that sounded or looked like real live singing."

Poor thing, strutting around and gyrating half-heartedly in that spangly bikini with her extra 25 pounds for all the world to see. Why not a corset? Or that big metallic belt that Dolce and Gabbana did this season? Hell, even a couple of panels of smoky chiffon and organdy would have been an improvement.

The host, Sarah Silverman sums it all up perfectly

"Was that incredible? Britney Spears, everyone. Wow. She is amazing. She is 25-years-old and she's already accomplished everything she's going to accomplish in her life. It's mind blowing."

Gwen Stefani Needs To Be Stopped

A white, belted stretchy mini with a single ruffle slapped on the side? A sparkly checkerboard fringe top paired with a hooker skirt complete with a zip in the front for easy access? An awkward mutant pea coat with pedal pushers and an oversized animal print bag?

Gwen Stefani's L.A.M.B is a conundrum wrapped in a mystery, dipped in a vat of shit and rolled in ugly. It evokes so much anger within me. Burning, burning anger. Burning.

The Three Layers of Fashion Hell

Haute Couture - Dior Spring/Summer 2007


Ready-to-Wear - Dior Autumn/Winter 2007


Broke down, half arsed American copy of Dior - Marchesa Spring /Summer 2008


And people wonder why I hate on New York fashion week. Nobody needs to see a dress that's a permutation of a permutation of an original that was shown two seasons ago, made in an inferior fabric. For shame Georgina Chapman. For shame.