Strathcona Stockings

October 26th, 2012

In a dingy Portland thrift shop, I found a dead ringer for a Margiela from ’07. When I got it home, I realized it’s actually a homemade polyester shirt dress from the ’70s. The pattern is very avant-Marg: a flock of photorealist birds in acid colors. It’s insane, very rarely does it leave the closet, and I only divulge that scintillating tidbit as a means of explaining my passion for these bizarre Strathcona socks that Nicola tipped me off to.



A Trail of HTTP Crumbs

October 11th, 2012

I just fell down an Internet doughnut hole. It started when someone sent me an invite for a party tonight that fêtes the launch of NYC’s first doughnut map (and promises a mountain of the sweet stuff). Fox’s U-bet that got my attention. ‘Course, I had to know who would undertake such a noble project, which led to me to Yuki Matsuo, the hungry lady who penned this guide. 

Postcards from All You Can Eat Press, the publisher that printed the doughnut map. (It’s made up of Yuki, awesome illustrator Jim Datz, and Naomi Reis.)

So then I followed some cookie crumbs to Yuki’s awesome food blog 365 Dishes. On it she catalogs all of her meals. Like, every one. And if she misses one, she’ll be really apologetic and let you know that she did it but, she’s sorry, she just didn’t have time to photograph. I appreciate that in a blogger. Anyway, the girl eats well. See:

I had to pause and grab a snack, but afterwards I clicked over to another amazing endeavor of hers: Yuki & Daughters. What’s that, you ask? Just some handmade soft pretzels. No, not Philly street food, but SOFT (like a plush toy) soft pretzels. You may know I have a soft spot for fake food.

 You can buy this baby at Kiosk. 


Kool Thing

October 9th, 2012

Cheering myself up on this rainy gruesome and doing some Halloween costume research (holding a cat + crop top = costume?). Did you know that this Sonic Youth song is about an interview Kim Gordon did with LL Cool J for Spin? It didn’t go well apparently.



Floss Gloss is Boss

October 3rd, 2012

WORD. That’s right. I speak like that now.

Ahem. But really, either your polish is flossy or not. And I’ve been flashing Floss Gloss all over this town. Dimepiece (a holographic silver glitter) turns your nails into little disco balls. The ladies go crazy for it and it lasts forever. And who doesn’t want that?




Put a Plant In It

September 27th, 2012

I’m a gardener. Can’t help it: Ma and Pa had me pulling weeds and spraying kelp on the plants back when I was barely big enough to pick up a half-full watering can. I’m lucky enough to have a piece of land in the city that I can plant legally, but I’m drawn to unlikely containers and a guerrilla approach.

This was in the BBG newsletter:

 While I turn classist when it comes to planting in boots (or toilets, but I am all about stuffing the pockets of jean jackets with succulents), I really liked the cheap plastic purse recycled as a planter hung on a lamppost. I can get down with that.

A very pretty fern busting from a steam pipe by a gardening group in Halifax.

I dug this up (oops) from a few years ago: Pete Dungey filled potholes in Britain with flowers.

Ah, it’s the old phlox-in-the-newspaper-box trick. Very Inspector Clouseau.

Pretty sure you can’t do this without the driver knowing… Bus Roots is outfitting public transport with green roofs. I really hope this catches on!

‘Course, there’s also Truck Farm (a truck bed planted with edibles) that you’ll pass in the Gowanus, and my friend Daniel’s Who Farm. Daniel and co. turned a double-decker bus into a moving garden that he drove around the country while petitioning to turn the White House lawn into a farm.


Finding Salvation

September 21st, 2012

Made another pilgrimage to Mecca, a.k.a. any out-of-New-York-state Salvation Army. I breathe easier among the dust. I scored some good things, and spied some things that deserve to stay on the shelves in order to delight others.

(Yes, I bought this.)

The vinyl bin was full of records with amazing cover art. Here are my favorites:

In terms of the fashion, all I can say is, Thom Browne, eat your heart out. (Also, is it me, or does each of these dudes look like Jerry Lewis?) Graphically speaking, those magenta dashes in “cha-cha-cha” are an inspired touch.

Sizzling strings! Bauhaus design!

Who knew one of my likes is “fingers modeling paper dickies”?

Part hometown Philly pride, part Brazilian Carnaval fabulousness.

I want this outfit, burro and all. Design geekery: The original Bravo store’s price tag sticker perfectly matches the colorful font on the album!