Wowwwwwwww Alexander McQueen scarf !!!!!!!


OMG I walked into work today and looked at this morning's WWD and realized I was wearing PRACTICALLY THE SAME OUTFIT AS BRAD PITT AT CANNES. Well I mean mine was a little more cazh but like, you know, we're just both event-appropriate. Diff interpretations - same outfit wavelength. Me and Brad, we're like that. No big deal.


Read this Rolling Stone article on the subway this morning and it was the best writing I've seen in a long time. I can't stand the way most journalists write.(sorry journalists but you're all a little flowery-wordy and not in a good way, more like in a Drew Barrymore yikes way) Now I'm obsessed with Rob Sheffield's writing. Post morning-coffee-googlestalk, have decided am now going to read his book Love is a Mix Tape. It's so up my mixtape alley!!!!! How did I miss this when it came out? What was I doing in 2007??

Anyway here are my fave excerpts from amaz article about Adam GLAMBERT (who is totally awesome and I can't wait for tonight):

"American Idol" is back on top, and it's all one little black-leather-clad demon prince's fault.

For the past few seasons, Idol seemed to be dying of boredom, but Adam Lambert, a goth studlet with mascara, black nail polish and a falsetto from deep in the larynx of Lucifer, has single-handedly rescued the franchise.

Adam's flamboyance shows that he knows exactly what he's doing. He rocks his fingerless black gloves and his lesbian wallet chain (how riot-grrrl is he?) and doesn't seem the least bit nervous about being who he is - he's like a younger, sluttier Tim Gunn.

That's the job Glambert shows when he sings, doing Elvis upper-lip curl as a hint that something cosmically freaky is about to happen.

Give this man the word "wild," "burns" or "feelin'," and he will hand it back to you full of puncture wounds.

Rob Sheffield you are a rock-word genius!!! I salute you!


I just can't stop listening to this song. It's surpassed anything in history on most plays on my itunes.

I can't embed video so this will have to do.


Yesterday was my birthday and as a present WWD published a photo of the most amazing Pendleton for Opening Ceremony sweater everrrr. Obsessed. I want to be on a pebbly beach on a cloudy day wearing it right now. Then I will make myself a tea and go inside my cabin and sit around and think about how amazing my sweater that I'm wearing is. Weird cycle but it's my life.

(P.S. scan quality of this photo is embarrassing but I have a day job so I can't be bothered to fix it, no time no time)


The worst-dressed lists post-Met gala are so unsophisticated! People have no imagination! First of all - Kate Bosworth looks sooooooo boring. I mean she looks good but it's like, SNOOZE CRUISE.

The Huffington Post put MK Olsen AND Agyness Deyn on their WORST-DRESSED lists! First of all - I don't know why I even go to Huffington Post style section - politicos are the worst-dressed people on the PLANET - but I guess I'm just curious. Anyway they are obvs so wrong, because Agy and MK are the best-dressed and most imaginative in my opinion of everyone. I think they look amaz, and I think chrome gray is the new black.

This is an unpopular opinion, but I think Leighton Meester looks amazing. Loving the fun fashion risk and love Marc Jacobs.

And lastly, I would just like to point out that I worship how this trio of amazingness looks like they just stepped out of Dynasty and are ready to throw a martini glass against a stone fireplace at a moment's notice.


This is some Parsons benefit. She is the only picture that I can even bother to post from any recent parties because she's the only one that did anything interesting!