just shoot me

i fucking hate these shoes:

i hate to be so negative, i really do, but every blogger in blogville has been raving about these jeffrey campbell nasties for months now and i've HAD it. barf-o-rama.

new york adventure account #1

LIFE UPDATE: i'm in new york now. my apartment is awesome (well, it will be when they are done renovating the kitchen), and my store opening starts next week, so no more bouncing around all over manhattan. i'm mildly homesick, but things have definitely been worse. oh, and it's cold. also, i've been eating out alone some, which is weird (ian: check your phone more often).

anyway, today i decided to venture over to CB i hate perfume, which is a couple of blocks from my apartment. i love perfume, and i am constantly searching for a signature scent. that sounds terribly cheesy but this is a real quest that i have been on for years.

 i knew of the company, but i didn't know much about it. what i found out: the company is the project of christopher brosius, formerly of demeter (although he refuses to speak about his time with the company--mystery!) and creator of their award-winning fragrances "dirt" and "snow".
the store itself is tiny and white, with walls of shelves-- on the right side are the blended perfumes and on the left are the accords -- single note fragrances that are nothing if not shockingly realistic (think roast beef, chewing gum, doll head, rubber cement). serious willy-wonka-ness happening on the left side, btw.

i only had a little time to spend in the store (i had to meet mr. time warner cable !!!), but it would be easy to spend hours there.... i mean there are 4 different types of tobacco accord alone, but i did manage to leave with Winter 1972, one of the blended perfumes. probably not going to be the one, but it smells really nice and clean and snow-y. ok, that's it. tomorrow's adventure will be the laundromat, but i doubt i'll be blogging about that one.

i'm all over the map

ok, phase 1 of my ridiculous move is complete (i'm not sure how many phases there will be). this means that all of my worldly belongings save one suitcase are in a giant truck somewhere, and i am in louisiana. i actually wish i could stay here a little longer, i forget how much i love and miss my family, my bestie nicki, and her family. anywayz, i promise this lame-o blog will get way more exciting once i get to new york. i pinky-swear it.

today:

no. thank. you.

TURN ON THE BRIGHT LIGHTS

happy halloween ya'll

boo.

difference of opinion

yahoo considers this:

and this:

to be "frumpy fashion faux pas".  hmmmm.  lanvin (top) and proenza (bottom).

legs for days

i'm having a love/hate moment with these leggings. by rosa cha, at opening ceremony. alexandre herchcovitch is the creative director for rosa cha now, can you tell?

confession

i love halloween and everything that comes with it. fall weather, the best decorations ever, costumes, etc. that said, i have always been completely obsessed with martha stewart's yearly halloween issue. i would call it a guilty pleasure, but i feel no guilt whatsoever. searching for these pictures gave me the best kind of butterflies in my stomach. i mean, come on people, this lady does some next-level halloween-ing.

...and that's a good thing.

david shrigley

if you aren't a fan of david shrigley, we probably shouldn't be friends. 

still in love

good one

so, i'm moving to new york in 7 minutes (real time= 3 weeks) and i have yet to find a place to live, pack anything. i'm confident that i have not had more than 3 fully coherent thoughts this week. what i have done is spent a lot of time looking at pictures. i like these the best.

pay attention

yes. finally someone has managed to style these shoes in a way that doesn't make me want to barf. thank you.

thought for today:

another post about hair

remember this?

still in love with it. dream hair. i know i say that a lot, but this time i mean it.

lately...

still totally preoccupied with my big upcoming move... 3 weeks away. yikes!
 i'm a total jerk because i don't remember where any of these lovelies came from. sorry.

all of a sudden it hit me

i just realized that i desperately need a cheetah or leopard print button-up. preferably 100% cotton, vintage(yeah, right) and fairly boxy or long-ish. does this exist? surely it must.

pic from the sartorialist