The day my iPhone was busted

Having called everyone in my contacts in order to trouble shoot why i couldn't make or receive calls, I resorted to texting next. Thank the Holy MAC Gods that was working. And thus, the following conversation was had:

me: Can you see this? My phone is acting wonky!
Jesse: Yeah. The calls earlier were busted though.
me: Yeah! I can't hear ANYTHING!?
Jesse: Eek! and I'm in the subway and mine is working super good. So suck it.
me: F you. It's prime time for subway terrorism-suck that!
Jesse: you are gonna feel so bad when i get anthraxed!

On a whim I went into Fluke which is a vintage store that carries the kind of stuff it'd be a fluke to find anywhere else, but since you found it at Fluke, it isn't–instead, it's meant to be. Like this dress circa 80s I found. I know what you're wondering, and yes, I do plan on wearing it with chunky platforms.

Get it? It’s a lawn chair. No, no, but do you get it? Like lawn, that’s a chair?

So I live next door to Voos, a 1500 square foot furniture showroom that serves as a “platform where designers, architects, fabricators and end users meet and interact.” (To quote from their site.) This end user might just go interact with a lawn chair. (To quote from myself.)

Freshest of the Fresh

No longer an Uncle Joey phrase, Cut-It-Out is the name of up-and-coming designer, Yelena Konovalova’s new line resembling an elementary school art project that involves construction paper, scissors and every last crayon in the box. A+


Obvs, I bought the leggings.

Nosara Beach dreamin'

i'm pleased to announce that i'm a proud owner of my first one piece swimsuit since 1986.
i'm sure i'll look exactly like this in it too.



Four others and $130 later, this is what happens with too much downtime and daydreams.

Once upon a Brooklyn rooftop

I'm gonna miss these idiots.



Ah, Brooklyn.



"Look! A hipster!"





Nice shades.



I think this was a mistake, but I like it.

Never, never, never give up.

-Winston Churchill

It's good to be in love

Mulberry joins forces with London based photographer, Chris Craymer for its first book on stomach butterflies and zsa zsa zsu Hence the name:'Romance.' sighhh...

Summer reading

Memorial Day marked the beginning of the long list of books I vow to finish before fall. Even if this means reading them all at once.

Pattie Boyd, Wonderful Tonight

Joseph Epstein, Snobbery

Henry Green, Loving Living Party Going

Paul Neilan, Apathy

I can now die happy.

Nine

mildly comical, disturbingly erotic, if this was someone's joke we'd all laugh awkwardly then change the subject.


twas my obsessive compulsion with sunglasses that made me post this.no really, i should be in rehab. the sunglass sellers on st. mark's place might as well be my dealers.

My mom is the best. Her name is Deonne for cryin out loud. Only football players and psychics are named Deonne.