creeeepy

hey- at least i found something that makes me loose my appetite....*shudder*

http://www.taxidermy4cash.com/potter.html

I Love Tom Ford

"It was meant to be a play on the new [fragrance] campaign," Ford says—ads are running in magazines on newsstands now that show a bottle of his juice strategically placed in front of a woman's crotch, barely obscuring the holiest of holies. "But there's a double standard with featuring female nudity and featuring male nudity," Ford adds. "When people say to me, 'Well, you objectify women,' [I say] I'm an equal opportunity objectifier. We had a lot of magazines reject the female version [of the campaign], so the male version is going to get rejected even more."

I completely believe that keeping yourself covered adds mystery and allure, but in today's internet-ready, stalkerazzi-friendly society nothing is sacred. Flashing a boob is pretty standard and with all those little starlets running around without underwear... well you get the point.

The female form is such an artistic standard that even us up-tight North Americans have accepted its' prevalence in mainstream culture and to show it in all it glory is hardly subversive anymore. The exposure of the male form, however, has not enjoyed such a North American liberation. A penis is an automatic NC-17. I guess that's what you get when society has been and continues to be run by a bunch of out-of-touch misogynistic afraid-of-the-gay born-again neo-cons.

source: http://www.radarmagazine.com/exclusives/2007/10/tom-fords-secret-fragrance-ad.php

My Nuit Blanche 2007

A couple more @ http://yoporrophotoclub.blogspot.com/

Balenciaga s/s 08

I NEED those shoes!!!!!

source: www.hotbisexualmodel.blogspot.com

Axl

A penchant for wearing t-shirts with images of Charles Manson or Christ, denim cut-off short shorts, tight-ass leather pants, NWA caps, kilts, flannel, a catchers breast-protector... it feels so wrong to think of this man as a style icon (of the 80's&90's), but it just seemed like he didnt really give a f*%! and I have to admire that.

brushstrokes

photos style.com

Milan this season has been dull. Full of the same-old and a lot of recycled '70s references. Prada even left me scratching my head. Burberry was a lone bright spot. Versace was beautiful and quite paried down (for donatella) but the same sleek, loaded sexuality seen every season.

Dolce & Gabbana didn't look to the capri/ibiza/boxy-minimalist crib sheet. They were able to reference their past collection and yet make room for new expression. Sure there was that see-through, shifting silhouette (like at jill sander) and the painter/brushstroke artists look has been explored before but this collection stood out. The shrunken portfolio inspired handbags, the booties, the colours, the shapes, the exquisit fabrics... I loved it all.

a couple

they're so freakin' cute together (and just plain HOT&SPICY seperate)

H&M Fun!

$25 (leggings) + $29 (sweater) + skirt ($14) = endless fun
I saw the leggings and I immediately thought of my friend so I decided to try and find an outfit to highlight them so that I could take these photos of myself.

I found a louder sweater (I actually considered purchasing the one I have on) in the men's section but couldn't be bothered to try the insane change room line-up again. The leggings are pretty fun but I'm just not a legging person and at $25 a pop they are a bit on the expensive side for wearing under my pants in the winter.

On a different note, H&M is currently promoting 'wearable art' in the form of t-shirts with illustrations from 5 up-and-coming swedish illustrators. I found one I like and think I might go back for it.

This Imaginary Life

I wish I were a lanky, quirky, creative genius from Texas...

http://nymag.com/movies/filmfestivals/newyork/2007/38024

A must read for any Wes Anderson fan (and even if you aren't)

Something Old

I may have quickly gotten over the Murakami LV prints introduced in 2003(due to the bazillions of knock-offs; the multi-coloured print on white is still going strong at knock-off stalls and on the arms of pretty little things 4 years on) but it didn't really affect my love of all other things Murakami. This video reminds me why I loved (and still do love) the superflat movement.

Je te manque

Urban Exotic

...first it was

and then it was
for better quality and to play a funny "spot me making funny faces" game follow the link:

http://flickr.com/photos/sliua/sets/72157602094246372/

And now, off to seek new adventures...

Untitled

Arts and crafts my way.

Thakoon Three Ways

Paid the G-A-P a little visit to check out the wide leg jeans (no sizes in the style I liked) and ended up with a Medium sized Thakoon designed (for the CFDAs) white dress shirt.

Regularily retailing between $110-$120, it was on sale for $15.99

I admit that this shirt can be worn more than three ways and that all the ways I have displayed below are just variations on a theme. The medium sizing (i'm normally a small) leaves a bit too much material and makes wearing the shirt the way it is mean to be worn (as demonstrated above by Ms. Kass with the designer himself) a little challenging. I did make a minor adjustment to the shirt; sewing a small button to the end of one of the detachable ties (normally buttoned to either side of the collar) so that I could attach them together to use as a waist belt.

KLN

So the Karl Lagerfeld collection at Mendocino is a bit lackluster.

I have to admit my favorites of his current collections are Chanel (of course) and Fendi (trendy and chic but a bit too much fur for my taste). The collections that bear his name, Lagerfeld Gallery and the new Karl Lagerfeld are a bit too close to his personal asthetic/style, and while this looks ridiculously chic on the Monsieur, I don't think it translates as well on us common folk.

Or maybe it translates too well and that bores me....

However, how much do I want one of those white and black Karl print t-shirts?!

(on mannequin left of the centre- and being horribly obscured by a black cropped jacket) The tri-coloured prints are nice too but not as stand-out-ish and it is my belief that if you are going to wear Karl Lagerfeld's face, front and centre on your person, it should be bold yet minimalistically so. No distractions, just pure KL.

It is an essential in the wardrobe of a card carrying KLN member (such as myself).

Envy & Admiration

Spotted on the ferry on the way back from VFest last Saturday night.

The size, colour, texture and dual handle choice all make this an item to covet.

lucky girl!!

Stormy

It's a little gusty and growley outside so I'm feeling less like going out to Miike at Midnight Madness tonight. I guess, we shall see.

I had a bad sort of running around in a circle kind of day, and so I'm hoping that style.com can perk me up.

I don't know how I feel about the MJ collection, although I LOVED the accessories and the underwear(the gold booties, the strangely placed heels, the bagonbag action- w/ Vogue's peeping though, the reptilian and mouse shaped bobbles). None of it seems very wearable; it seems so jumbled and thrown together and not in a careless/effortless way but in a kind of self-effected way. Wish I could watch the runway show with the video that played in the back.

I can say that I really like the 3.1Philip Lim collection, especially the men's clothes, it all seemed so youthfully grown-up and laid back yet extremely well tailored.

As cute as

SSilverman VMAs 2007
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Sarah Silverman is a god to me.

Hot Asian

Female Prisoner Scorpion

Fresh Off the Boat: V-Fest 07

Despite what has to be one of the most terribly thought-out venue transportation systems ever V-fest (at least the first day) proved to be truely spectacular. We arrived around 4:00pm after having miscalculated the enormous line-up of people waiting for the ferry, and using our smarts and feminine wiles to procure a more advantageous position.

As soon as we set foot on the island it was a race to the Virgin stage and MIA. I love this woman. Not only is she all sorts of hot and crazy energy, she just makes me want to move my feet and ass. The crowd was dissappointingly lacking in energy and movement. Only a handful of people were rocking out, well at least until the 3rd to last song when MIA invited people to rush the stage for Boyz. (Too bad the security, in typical jerkish fashion, was only allowing people to trickle in on one side of the stage).

Standing in for Amy Winehouse in the TBA spot was Kid Koala. I have not seen him perform for a very long time (despite the fact that he comes to Vancouver every year, and resides in Montreal). The heat was making his records sweat and subsequently skip but he managed to put a smile on my face nonetheless. Without fail Kid Koala always delivers. We lounged underneath a large tree and soaked up the beautiful day while listening to records that were the perfect accompaniment.

After his set we were going to see princess superstar on the blive stage but didn't want to leave our bags outside the stage entrance and so took to wandering the park instead. We ate funnel cake with the works, took a free trainride around "centreville" and doled out relationship advice to one of the employees. Then we settled in for the end of arctic monkeys (I really don't understand their popularity) and Interpol. The crowd for interpol, just like the crowd for MIA except with even less enthusiasm and this was despite and engaging performance, was ridiculously still and offered only polite applause and muffled cries of joy after each song. I felt embarrassed each time the camera panned out to the masses. People were definately into the set but couldn't bring themselves to MOVE, this is an outdoor music/rock festival, but seemed close to a contemplative meditation.

Then came the Icelandic Queen of Weird and Cute, Bjork, and her colour army (er, I mean band). Infront of colourful banners of birds, fish and reptiles and a full band, including an entire brass section, a percussionist, a dj, a keyboardist, a grand piano and about 4 back-up singers she presided over her court. Creating mass hysteria at about her 4th song, Army of Me. Dressed in an outfit that was part metallic doily, part terrible '80's prom dress with an electric green headband and barefeet she pranced, shook, and curtseyed until her particular brand of frenetic charisma had touched on every member of the crowd. Even the slightly jockish college boys were trembling and bobbing around from the spectacle. She didn't talk much, aside from introducing the band before the encore, a sprightly "tank-ou" or "merci bien" was all she uttered, but she sang almost continuously, effortlessly floating from one song to the next and offering distinct interpretations of a few of her older hits and never loosing that reverberating quality in her beautiful voice. So, just incase this review hasn't made it clear, I was entranced. She alone was worth the entire price of admission.