gargantuan bubbles.

harvey milk

typewriter porn

a thousand rockets, a thousand friends.

che peccato

isn't this just darling? nicole "snookie" polizzi looked less like an oompa loompa and more like a turd in this glamour shot booking photograph taken in july, after her arrest in seaside heights, nj. disorderly conduct and creating a public nuisance for her trashy CHILEAN, drunken antics were the charges. i would say i am anxiously awaiting her courtroom breakdown and subsequent jail sentence in the fashion of lindsay lohan; however, it seems that her court date in september can lead to nothing more than $500 in fines. and let's face it, those guidos and guidettes are probably wiping their tanned asses with that kind of change these days ($30,000 per episode, to be exact).

also, i have just caught on to the fact that MTV italia actually purchased the rights to first season of the jersey shore, and began airing the episodes in italy on march 22nd. i haven't been able to find any info on how it's been received there, so i'm incredibly curious. i can only imagine that if it's anything like how my mamma lena reacted, it won't be pretty. but it's only natural for italian-americans to be up in arms over this misrepresentation; i myself, with parents right off the boat from ellis island, concur. ironic that our first impressions were of how they are giving real italians a bad name, yet when evaluating these turned tables, i imagine they will now shed some light in general on just how moronic young americans have become. or perhaps not; perhaps this will be just as much of a phenomenon in the old country. non lo so.

but i will admit, there is one thing i can relate to and that is, welp, the jersey shore itself. it is here where i spent the majority of my summer vacations as a child (late 80s-mid 90s). i'm sorry all of you hardcore new englanders: yes, i did grow up in connecticut, but the vicinity of the jersey shore is undeniable, as was the fact that i have multiple relatives that reside in long island. and yes, one of these cousins IS named luigi, and yes he does have a sister named gloria and a witchy grandmother who wears all black and yes we did spend summer days watching soccer and canning tomato sauce and and swimming in polluted ocean water. but in my own defense, ocean city is a dry town, wildwood was just a barrel of amusements and frankly, at the time i was interested in nothing more than sea shells, fried clam strips and miniature golf. so there.

the owls are not what they seem

interesting little factoid: the unhinged "bob" of the david lynch/mark frost collaboration of genius, twin peaks, was not a premeditated actor cast to appear in the series. in fact, bob a.k.a. frank silva, was merely a set decorator (also having worked on dune & wild at heart) who happened to inspire lynch's sinister imagination whilst setting up a season one scene in laura palmer's bedroom. he had overheard a woman on set advising silva not to lock himself within the room in which he was working, as he had just moved a large piece of furniture to barricade the door. this lone comment ignited lynch's vision, and silva was thus asked to participate in the filming. they filmed an ominous shot of him crouching behind the foot of laura palmer's bed, unbeknownst to how they might later utilize it. in a scene filmed later that evening during which laura's shaken, tormented mother unleashes a blood curdling scream, silva's reflection was accidentally captured in a background wall mirror. as if some divine sign, the rest was history.

ooof

this sweet lil' french jeune fille makes my heart hurt.

twig fever

twigs are all the rage these days. i recall beginning to see more organic, nature-inspired accessories since as far back as four years ago, but it seems that now it has grown into a full-fledged fashion trend. i myself spent over a year salivating over a cast maple seed necklace from twigs and heather, which i have since purchased and grown very attached to (it's the nostalgia, really). granted this is a trend, it is nevertheless one that continues to evolve each season, and when made well the pieces can be ever so lovely...

species by the thousands; the mccarren ring

twigs and heather; willow tree bud necklace

sarah hood jewelry; smallest branch earrings

stratus jewelry; nature bangle bracelets

carrie bilbo; branch hairpiece

edward gorey; je t'aime

let's plow

ever since seeing the film pretty in pink when i was maybe eight years old or so, i felt a strange yearning to both emulate and marry jon cryer's character. this is a funny quirk of mine, much like my obsession with bob dylan, which sporadically finds me immersing myself his lyric books and wearing my denim vest a little too often to be considered fashionably acceptable (think dylan via "subterranean homesick blues", every day). something about a tucked collard shirt, vest, black skinny jeans and ankle boots really gets me going. if i see a man dressed like so, regardless of what his face may look like or how offensive his scent may be or hell if homeboy's pushing 50, i am still drawn in like honey to the bee. i just adore a jaunty fellow. perhaps i subconsciously feel that dressing like this myself will attract a like-minded individual. honestly though, i feel it is less of this and much more having to do with my affinity for androgyny. but i digress...

i've never been quite sure how duckie's character is supposed to be perceived by audiences. it's a bit confusing to me as from the get go he's presented as the nerdy, overly eager pest. yet from the get go i myself am swooning, only endeared by his love-sickness, his colorfully high pitched voice, his broke-down home and his dirty white shoes.

i know this is a sentiment felt somewhat by all viewers, as it is all a part of his charm. but this, for me, is my ideal. neither andrew mccarthy (just awful) nor james spader (bleh) could hold a candle to the duck-man. so is this unusual? is the viewer supposed to be attracted to blane...so bland and so painfully beige? are duckie's relentless attempts to win andie's heart supposed to evoke a feeling of pity? i believe so, though i can't quite grasp how. it must be, as rumor has it that the initial conclusion of the movie consisted of andie and duckie together. this ending was apparently trashed after john hughes experienced terrible test screening responses due to upset fans rooting for blane and the worry of more grandiose implications that success in cross-class relationships were neither good nor possible. balarchy i say!

anyways, the whole new wave of women's fashion this season repeatedly finds me nostalgically referencing the john hughes films- i believe the styles are supposed to reference the nineties, and they do, but sometimes i feel it's even more so the artsy eighties. the over sized draping collared shirts, the cut-off light wash denim, the busy florals, the lace up ankle boots, and my favorite resurrection- the boater hat.

my inner duckie has been coveting one of these numbers in a very major way- i mean how clear is this reference? the perfectly circular rim? the round-lens sunglasses? i like it, i like it a whole lot. and i bought it, yes i did, from my favorite nasty gal vintage, where i would spend all of my moneys if i had a wealth from which to spend. today, however, i did splurge on a pair of vans purchased from my place of work, karmaloop.com. vans really kicked it up a notch this season when catering to the ladies, and i find them to be a very fine choice indeed. can a broad be considered dapper?

lovely dollfaced lily cole.

that's a beauty

yep uh huh

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