I've been wanting to share this gratis Iron Man t-shirt I received when I went to the pre-release screening of Iron Man. T-shirt is pretty bad ass, right? I mean obviously not approaching the badassness of Aquaman, but it is a close second.
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If I described a particular footwear to you and said they were functional, airy, simple, and easy to clean would your immediate response be hate and animosity towards me? As a rational and free-thinking individual the answer would be "no" right? Alas many people, including friends, say otherwise and displayed a surprising vehemence to this footwear and the wearer or in this case potential wearer. After I expressed interest in these particular sandals whose only uniqueness was its extreme utilitarian design, a neo-style if you will, my friends reacted as if I said I was off to join Al Qaeda or Fox News. Here's a representative sample of the knee-jerk reaction:
MC: We will no longer be friends and I'm serious. .. wearing [them] is like killing puppies.
KM: I find them offensive.
Chris B.: What?? And you make fun of my Uggs??
ON: Loser
As Mahatma Gandhi once said, "Three quarters of the miseries and misunderstandings in the world would finish if people were to put on the shoes of their adversaries and understood their points of view." I hope my friends would open their arms, heart, and feet to Crocs before they judge so, oh so harshly. Judge a man not by the sandals of his feet, but by the content of his character. Or her feet and her character.
Jump in the time machine with me and lets go back to 1990 when Hammer pants were all the rage. And apparently still are for this cat:
U can't touch these hammer pants. U just can't! DeKalb subway stop, Brooklyn, 2008
Oh yea, this blogger had more than a few pairs of Hammer pants back in the day. I'd rock them while walking around the house listening to my Walkman (Most likely Another Bad Creation). Who didn't have these? Them were mad comfy AND let a man maintain his swagger while walking through the halls of Bear Valley Elementary School.
Speaking of ABC, when was the last time you heard this:
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Jeff, I remember that you wanted new jeans. You still looking? What do you think of these new jeans? They are baggy skinny denim:
Chris, I think you could rock these. Wear them with your Uggs. I have black suspenders you can borrow.
On Sunday I was walking by a vintage shop near my apartment and I noticed this bag for sale outside the store. The tag said "Collector's item $20."
I've really stopped my fixation with designer t-shirts. Sure, I appreciate them from an aesthetic standpoint, but quite honestly nowadays I'm most comfortable in my $4.95 plain Uniqlo v-neck t-shirts. Seriously people, those t-shirts are an amazing deal. The only downside is that they run slightly big, like most of the stuff at that store. THAT SAID, I really want this. I'm not getting it obviously. BUT, I really want this:
The segment/commercial that explains this new entry into the bra marketplace is pretty wonderful. I would write more however I'm pretty exhausted from a long day, but I just wanted to share this with you because I care. And in a little world called "courtesy" that I grew up in, I was taught that that sharing IS caring. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfAgfpvacCk]
How ludicrous (almost spelled this ludacris...sheesh the permeation of pop culture can be bad for the English language) is this? This year model Jourdan Dunn walked the runway at the Prada show. What makes this so Mrod newsworthy? She's Black. "So?" you ask. The last time a black model walked for Prada was in the fall of 1997. Over ten years ago. Can you guess who that last model was? Hint: She likes throwing cell phones. Allegedly. For the answer click here.
I enjoy fashion, but boy is that industry seriously FUCKED UP.
I went to the opening night Scott Schuman aka the Sartorialist's first gallery exhibit. It was quite a packed affair with a line that stretched out the door and into the street. The crowd was an interesting mixture of downtown hipster, celebrities (Viggo Mortensen Mickey Rourke AND the flower wearing New York Dream Girl who really was wearing a flower...which is sexy in theory more than anything else), Soho fashion heads, and uh me in my puffy black puffy winter jacket. The biggest shock of the night: The Sartorialist is approximately 5' 4'' tall. Upon first sight, my coworker asked me with complete seriousness whether he was sitting on a chair. Anyway, his talent and eye more than compensates.
Good times. The champagne didn't hurt either.
Update: Here's the Times coverage.
The rail thin (unlike the Britney Spears that appeared at this week's MTV award show...dear gawd, what was that on stage??) Vogue magazine and fashion world hausfraus and big kahuna Anna Wintour was overheard saying recently, "We're starving. We're wondering about food." Fifty minutes later, a 19 year old Estonian model was sacrificed so Anna could feed.
It's not all fashionistas and vogueing in New York. Ugly outfits live here too. But then again, who's to say what's "good" or "bad," "fashionable" or "ugly," "light" or "heavy?" For me, it's both extremes and everything in between that makes me love NYC so much.
Broadway-Houston BDFV subway stop, 9 pm.
I liked the composition here and the color contrast between the classic punk rock-tank girl look juxtaposed with the summer dress worn by her friend. I also liked how the tattoo on her back gave her over-all vibe an intriguing twist.
I've been reading Gawker since its inception back in the day (the days of then scribe, Elizebeth Spiers) and I always enjoyed its no-holds-barred, gloves off gossiping and trash talking. Of course, Gawker blindly smacks around people who I have no connection with or know on any sort of a personal level, so it was bizarre to read them talk shit about someone who I am friends with. Basically, the NY Observer, which I read incidentally, had a profile on him and this story was like a big fat softball tossed in the air to Gawker.
Anyway, there's no such thing as bad publicity (Quick: Who first said this? Answer without running to Google) and so, for you kiddies obsessed with celebrities, fashion, stylists, and the New York social scene, keep your eyes out for Kristian Laliberte--your next uber stylist/publicist.
Your 2006 Miss Universe is Miss Puerto Rico (Zuleyka Rivera Mendoza) who promptly fainted during the post-crowning press conference because her "dress was too tight" and the room was "too hot." And because she hadn't eaten in 2 week. The highlight of the show undoutedly was the "national costume" part (I actually didn't watch the airing, but apparently a lot of 18 to 49 year olds did). Here are some that I pulled off the Miss Universe website featuring the hottest "national costume" this side of the "It's a Small World After All" ride at Disneyworld:
(As I was typing this, I realized that the second best blogger ever Kev already covered it...whatevs)
This costume helps the Hermit Nation and China forget Japan's past aggressive foreign policy tendencies.
Despite our lone cowboy ways on the diplomatic and political international stage, I've never been ashamed of being an American. Despite Bush, Cheney, Haliburton, secret prisons, Iraq, and our military industrial complex, I've never been ashamed to say I'm American. Until now. This outfit that blondie is wearing makes me ashamed to be an American.
Is she wearing a cape made out of black construction paper that I used in elementary school??
Channeling The Tempest?
This is why I want to go to Australia. Girl is dressed no different than the hot models I see walking around Soho.[EDIT: Just noticed the boomerang! Hot ya'll!]
This is why Americans make fun of Canada. What culture is she suppose to be reflecting? Trashy Vegas variety shows??
The song playing while she walked out: The Wind Beneath My Wings.
Apparently TGIFs is a country. I want my baby back baby back baby back ribs.
I learned from this girl that if I ever go to Croatia, bring an umbrella.
If I was a Peruvian, I'd demand that she cover up her sash because this is downright embarrassing.
Afterwards, Russian President V. Putin lifted up her skirt and kissed her uh "stomach."
The hippest kids on the West Coast and fellow wordpresser, Kev and Moye platonically share a blog. And on their blog, they are currently engaged in a raging flame war betweem themselves over whether hapa model Jessica Michibata is attractive, whose appellation Kevin has designated as simply "Hot Girl."
Jessica has a blog herself where she primarily posts candid photos of herself partying, hanging out and (this one's for Nick and Kaizar) occasionally hitting the stripper pole. Kevin added her to his blogroll under the title "Hot Girl." I added her to my blogroll, because she seems like an interesting person to talk to about Al Gore's new documentary "An Inconvenient Truth."
Moye is decidedly anti-Jessica. To Moye, "hot girl" is simply a hot mess. On the other hand, Kevin is obsessively pro-Jessica. Moye is convinced Kevin is blind. Kevin is convinced Moye is blind. I say, can we leave the optically-challenged and visually-impaired out of this debate?
What do I think? I think we're all beautiful, each and every one of us.
So the new season of Project Runway kicked off with a nifty "hat' trick yesterday. By nifty, I meant to say quite terrible. Using materials and items from their apartments, the designers had to construct a dress. One of the designers placed what quite literally resembled a lampshade onto of his model's head. The hat paired with the big lamp hat made the model look...unwell. She might as well have been wearing a bicycle helmet and looking for her baseball. Nonetheless, the model still looked hotter than you and me. That's why she's a model and you aren't. I didn't want to be sucked into yet another reality show (I'm already committed to "So You Think You Can Dance"), but this damn show had me at hello.
Anyhoo, the gossipmongers at New York Daily News have a bit of a spoiler for this season's Project Runway. If you're curious, click on "more" below.
The Daily News writes:
Hungarian model Jia Santos (whose real name is Eliza Jakubek), 18, became one of the three finalists. But near the end of taping, she was struck by a bus while riding her bike to the show's location in the city.
"She was dragged underneath the bus," her agent, Avenue Models' Javier Hernandez, told us yesterday. "She fractured her skull and her eye socket and was in critical condition for three days. Now she has been in intensive care for a month."
Her first words upon waking up, Hernandez tells us, were: "Am I still on 'Project Runway'?"
It's good to see that this model has her priorities in the right place, but I'm wondering who chose her "model" name "Jia Santos." Her real name seems model appropriate. I wonder how frequent this practice of changing names is in the modeling industry.
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Another family has joined the social network neighborhood. Friendster first arrived on the scene in 2002 with a splash, but this master was soon surpassed by the grasshopper as MySpace (for emo and music fans originally) and Facebook (college students) quickly dominated the social network scene. Google's Orkut service is primarily popular in only Brazil (I don't quite understand why, but that's the way it is). In the never ending pursuit of greater market, most of these social networks have attempted to become more and more inclusive. There are a couple notables that prides themselves on being exclusive, like this new network strictly for the thin, tall, and beautiful. And it doesn't count if you competed in a few mall modeling contests. Nope. Started by Jesper Lannung (see below) and called ModelsHotel.com, this one is only open to legitimate models who are signed and represented by the "top 50" agencies.
It is difficult to be ridiculously good looking and so it is understandable models want a space that is safe and comfortable for them where their anorexia and homoerotic photo shoots won't be mocked by a public that doesn't understand the art.
The first 100 to join will receive a "Members Only" jacket.