Posted by Nina Lalli at 1:17 PM, February 19, 2008
The brand new blog A little Honey has come across some awesome customized Obama Air Force One low-top sneakers. "Oh wow" is really all that can be said.
Posted by Nina Lalli at 12:26 PM, February 14, 2008
Rather than Valentine's Day, which is lame no matter where you stand on the spectrum of involved-ness, let's think of today as Barney's Warehouse Sale Day. Yes, folks, it has begun, and we will drink to that, but let's not lose our heads. Racked has a report from the front-lines this morning, (actually, they have about six posts so far) where shoppers were lined up, waiting to get inside. People! The sale goes until March 2.
Posted by Nina Lalli at 3:41 PM, February 13, 2008
Photo courtesy MAO
If you've ever attended the shows at Fashion Week, you know that reading Lynn Yaeger's diary about that experience is a lot more fun that partaking in it first-hand. This time around, Yaeger gets distracted by Forever 21, dissed by Diane Von Furstenberg, sees a boob at Betsey Johnson's show, and witnesses the unbelievable at the Sean John show: a model makes it all the way down the runway with toilet paper trailing from her shoe! Oh, the horror. It's too good. (This reminds me of when my sister would pray for the baton-twirlers to drop their stick during the Macy's parade.)
But the best part might be this:
At Betsey Johnson (denim cat suits; wallpaper prints), the theme is Beat Girl, and Betsey—ever the meticulous curator—has decked out round tables at the edge of the runway with Chianti bottles, candles, and packs of candy cigarettes. Miles Davis blares over the sound system, but my suspicion that this Kerouac-ian fantasy of MacDougal Street circa 1955 is lost on many of the viewers is confirmed when I ask the fresh-faced Web editor sporting a Chanel purse (real? fake?) next to me what she thinks it’s all about, and she replies uncertainly: “Um, we’re in a café where we can smoke?”
Posted by Nina Lalli at 11:45 AM, February 11, 2008
Steve Keene, who makes art that even we can afford, has moved his store a few blocks. If you've never been, bring about ten bucks over there this Sunday (or by appointment) and stock up on presents and decorations for your whole family. The girl head pictured above is our latest score. It cost about $3.
Check out the SKSK blog for your further news and musings.
Steve Keene
93 Guernsey Street
Greenpoint
for appointments: info@stevekeene.com
Here's the thing. I know I'm no great thinker. My entertainment choices are nothing to be proud of. If I had DVR, I would probably tape The Real Housewives of Orange County. When I see a heinous accident on the highway, my urge is to pull over and take photos. But Project Runway (which I love and will watch as long as it's on, despite the headline of this post) is beginning to offend my intellect.
It's not just the blatancy of the sponsorships/product placements. I can accept the fact that I'm pretty much watching an hour-long commercial, but can't it at least be a commercial for something fashion-related? Can it not involve The House of Spandex, for God's sake? Can Tim Gunn not be moved to say things like "Is there some way to mitigate this? Maybe with these feathers?"
Ahem. So, in case you missed it, the designers made a bunch of sparkly hot pants for some scary false-boobed lady(?) wrestlers last night. Ricky's pile of crap was apparently less good than all the other shiny vomit on the runway, so he went home. And the truly amazing thing was, he didn't seem to be crying. Does he only cry out of joy and inspiration and pride? But not when things suck? Weird!
The folks at Brownstoner have just launched a new blog, Brooklyn Flea, documenting the process of opening their flea market, which is scheduled for April 7. This is also an opportunity for y'all to chime in with your opinions. We are excited to hear that the space, in the Bishop Loughlin schoolyard on Lafayette Avenue is big—40,000 square-feet. We are slightly wary of flea markets that give a lot of space to local craft-type stuff. Maybe it's just us, but we want vintage furniture more than anything else. But there should be room for everyone here, and we are rooting for a flea market renaissance!