Monday, March 30, 2009

Begone, Twitter, I have a new obsession

My days of toiling and obsessing over Twitter are done with, I've found a new guilty pleasure to occupy my time while in TOH (tax office hell). is an online fashion community promoting "online fashion consciousness" where fashionistas, artists, and junkies post "looks" and members can give get inspired, give feedback, and bubble with jealousy. Also very cool is that each look has a for the most part creative and witty little tagline, like "I told you to follow me home" and "burnt pancakes".

The interesting thing about lookbook, however, is that it's invite only. You have to apply! They pride themselves on "bringing together diverse, aesthetically talented and open-minded people", however most of the looks showcased are ripped right from the pages of Urban Outfitters. Think a mix of designer and vintage, with street urchin and hipster undertones. Luckily for me, that's right up my alley. I even got inspired to acid-wash a pair of skinnies by myself. They came out killer, by the way, and I'll be posting pics of them soon as well as what I did. But I don't think I'll be applying anytime soon. I don't take rejection well. And don't worry Twitter, we all know I'm not going anywhere.

Photos to follow....

P.S. I want to date every guy featured. So adorable! They're probably all gay though... alas, story of my life.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

And today we'll go to Cali

S: I'm losing my mind Rick (good boss) is away, Dani and Roman (bad bosses) overload.

A: Oh God.

S: My eyes are twitching.

A: Get out now.

S: Gotta pay the bills. I haven't smoked in two weeks... I smoked a pack today and I'm stopping for another.

A: I've decided I would be okay moving to Cali. If we found jobs first.

S: Hahahahahahhahahahahahahahahaha

A: Oh, find that funny, do you? That I've given up on this side of the country?

S: I love how we become comfortable with completely unrealistic ideas before dealing with any of the details that would actually make it realistic. Yes, I find it hilarious.

A: I know and every day its a new and wildly ridiculous life plan. At least we've got moxy.

S: Said the girl living with her parents and working in hell to the other girl living with HER parents and working for the devil.

A: Do you WANT to make me cry for the fourth time today?

S: I wish my body could produce tears. Consider yourself lucky.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Chicken and Sex for Dinner

Roommate1: Too bad for you I didn't catch any fish, I'm gonna have to marinate you for dinner.

Roommate4: (overheard) You marinated a chicken for him?!

Roommate1: Yes, hunny, I marinated a chicken for you. It's right in the fridge in a Tupperware, right next to last nights roast and rosemary potatoes. Just throw it in the oven...

Roommate2: Oh hunny, delicious, can't wait.

Roommate3: Wait where was I for all this?

Roommate1: In the basement, chained up, waiting for sex.

Roommate3: Oh man, you guys treat me so.... good.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Kickin' Spring Boots

Each day spring teases us with one degree higher on the thermometer or a few minutes of glorious sunshine. Understandably, I can’t help but get excited for the days when bare legs will be, well, bare-able. But I can’t say I’m excited to shed my boots. How thrilled I am that designers have revamped boots for spring. This year boots come in more delicate silhouettes, brighter colors and lighter fabrics especially for spring. Now that’s just kicky!
These Tamal Boots, come in this season’s hottest color - dark grey. And just in case you get bored with them, which is highly doubtful, they come with cool interchangeable straps, one in a casual grey and the other (pictured above) in one of a kind vintage fabrics.

Give these Jeffrey Campbell Tribe Embroidered Lace Up boots a chance; I know they’ll grow on you! Taking a nod from all the spring shows, the tribal and traveler influences shine through loud and clear. The great light blue, peach and white embroidery will rock with denim or even spring pastels.
These boots were made for walkin’! These Humanoid Lobster Sanchez Boots have fun and flirty ties and they slouch just so. The best part? A low to moderate heel that will make tooling around town on beautiful spring mornings a breeze.

What Do YOU Want To Be When You Grow Up?

A: I just spent 8 minutes of my life reading about a Dreams Manifesting Wizard.
A: What do you wanna be when you grow up?

S: A groupie.

A: Paying.

S: If I knew that I wouldn't be in a basement right now.
S: A writer for Rolling Stone.

A: So write something. I've realized we have to start somewhere. Blog it.

S: I don't like blogging. I'm more about Twitter. No pressure.

A: I'm serious just try it.

S: Girl please I just woke up. Maybe if I was high or at work or not watching For The Love of Ray J.

A: That's pathetic.
A: Do it. Write something. I'm wizarding you.

S: Well put your wand down.

Closet Copycat: Unisex

With every new day I spend at tax office hell, I explore the internet more and more. I'll be posting new websites I find and fall in love with for your viewing pleasure. In return, all I ask is you force your friends to follow my blog :) or my twitter @Blaizer. With that said, as I began my blog safari yesterday I decided to start at an old standby, The Sartorialist!

I know this is a guy, but I absolutely love the fusion of dressed up versus dressed down. So much so that I wore this outfit to the vet today to pick up Mz. Mellow. As we all know, I take every chance I get to work in leather, and pairing my bomber jacket with track pants just blew my mind. What an entirely new genre to be tapped! Street Urchin cool, a totally I-don't-care-that-you-don't-think-this-makes-sense attitude. Love.

I word, layers! First of all the campus boots are perfection. Check out my newest post at Store Adore to see spring-worthy boots. But the thing that really caught my attention in this entire outfit was the skirt. So simple, but so bold. What a great staple to have. Throw it on with a sweatshirt and sneaks or layer on the basics for a chic dressed down look. My fave? dressing it up with tights and platform sandals. Skirts are in full spring fling.

Photo Credit: The Sartorialist

Going Green 3

“I’ve never been a girl’s girl,” she said one day, as if to explain something about herself. He had no idea what would have prompted her to say this. “High school… even college…just never been one to take crap you know? And girls feed you a lot of crap. My mother always said to be existential,” he looked at her blankly. “She was a child of the 60’s,” Aviva explained. He wondered what the hell she was talking about. “I looked it up once, ‘cause who actually knows what existential means, you know? It means your own idiosyncrasies determine who you actually are, that we’re responsible for the authenticity of our own choices.” Jarod wondered for a week whether or not that was what existentialism really meant, but he never looked it up in his collector’s edition Webster’s English Dictionary.

He followed her movies, museum openings, and art auctions, but she never seemed to buy anything. When Jarod asked her what she did, she told him she was a highly-intelligent underachiever with debt. He didn’t press the matter. He found himself completely intoxicated by her, but searched his brain for what exactly it was about her that made him like her. If he was honest with himself, he would have admitted to himself that most of the things about her drove him nuts. She would leave dishes by the door in his bedroom because she didn’t want to get up and walk to the kitchen. She would lean up against his floor to ceiling windows and stare down at 34th street 19 floors below leaving smudges and fingerprints all over the glass. He would find half empty water bottles all across the apartment. He had fallen in love with her the day she proclaimed she was going green, and it never occurred to him that wasting all that plastic was probably not on Al Gore’s top 10 things you can do to help the environment, but then again, going green wasn’t conducive to Jarod’s lifestyle either.

Despite his frustration with her, small moments between the two of them kept him hanging on. They were in a cab one night leaving a show and her head, lazy with too many martinis, fell upon his shoulder. When he put his hand on her thigh and she actually moved into his body, Jarod felt like shouting from the rooftops. He didn’t know it then, but she had fallen asleep against his arm.