A Night to Remember

Jim's date with Amanda started off well enough.


but then later on in the evening......

Hot Gucci Dress Wins Miss Universe 2007

Like a shining beacon of chic in a sea of slutty, buxom latin american hoochies sausaged into beaded chiffon confections Miss Japan rocks a cool long-sleeved, empire waisted Gucci dress from the S/S 07 collection for the win.
I think im going to spend my next summer infiltrating a Venezuelan beauty queen factory. The girls need to start looking a little less like
And a bit more like

8-Bit

I found these awesome stickers from blik. I think they add a cute nostalgic touch to the room

Invalid

Bad sushi. Such very very bad sushi.

Eartha Kitt + Bronski Beat = Hot Mess

Its A Little Disconcerting When...

one stumbles home late one night to find the hallway strewn with packaging indicating that a newly single neighbor has just purchased an enormous birdcage. Seriously, the box was taller than me by a good foot and a half. Now I'm all for filling up deep gaping emotional holes with material goods, but couldn't she just splurge on an expensive pair of shoes like a normal emotional basketcase?

More Bjork

Schools Out!

I love New York. I love the naked, seething, ambition of its inhabitants (not excluding yours truly of course) and all of the accompanying dysfunction. And most of all, I love the fact that its practically impossible to simply tread water in this town. Here, one has to learn to form desire and then work towards fulfilling it. The work is the easy part really, long hours notwithstanding. The trick it seems, lies in the wanting.

As for me, I must admit that my wants haven't really changed all that much after three years of grad school. A nice apartment, financial security, fantastic clothes and perhaps a cat (I'm thinking a british shorthair) will do me just fine thanks. That said, with real estate on Manhattan now costing in excess of $3000 a square foot, $4500 bespoke suits, $3000 Prada bags and this $12,000 desk that I've fallen in love with

it looks like I've got my work cut out for me. In the mean time however, I've been indulging in simpler pleasures that the city has to offer. I managed to score a ticket to see Bjork at the Apollo theater in Harlem on Tuesday. It was the perfect end to a rather grueling 3 weeks of end-of-semester madness. She had lasers, crazy outfits, a 10 piece all female brass section, three people working computers and percussion and someone tinkling on the harpsichord. The concert was amazing, ridiculous and absolutely mesmerizing. The highlights included a beautiful, sweeping arrangement of All Is Full of Love and an old school rave out to Pluto. All in all, a pretty bloody awesome evening.

Rest In Peace Isabella Blow