And here's some fun for the losers like those of us who WEREN'T invited to an inaugural ball. Which I'm sure will all have shitty booze and lame jams. Anyway, look guys! An inauguration ball gown quiz! I got 7 out of 8. How'd you do?
Showing posts with label clothes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clothes. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Obauguration
The fact that no one is talking about what an historic day it is here in this office gives me severe misgivings. It also makes me miss my hometown DC (aka "God's country" as a high school friend used to call it) more than I ever thought I would. I am so ridiculously proud of the Obamas and must say that we have one fiiiine lookin' family in the White House. Seriously. Sasha and Meliah were a-DORBZ, Michelle looked like a lemon pudding dream, and Barack looked about as refreshing and expensive as an economic stimulus package.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
This film has been brought to you by every closet on Bedford Avenue.
Tonight some friends and I saw the movie Milk and made a lot of homo jokes. As in, "Man, I knew that mall cop movie would be gay, but sheesh!" The movie was fantastic and strangely still relevant today and I loved it and bla bla bla bla.
But what I really want to talk about is the WANT factor of everything any actor was wearing throughout the film. Am I psycho for wanting to dress like a permed gay rights lesbian activist from 1978? Probably. In fact, I really just want to dress like Emile Hirsch's character. I have got to get my hands on a pair of these frames:
My friend Amanda commented that the whole movie was evidently sort of a 2-hour commercial for American Apparel, and I think I agree with her. I mean, kooky specs, unflatteringly tight textiles, and washed-out drab colors and hoodies? Yeah, sounds like stock in which a hipster would invest. Regardless. I'm willing to risk coming off as an epic fail and swear to rock a pair of tube socks and high running shorts sometime this summer with split-toned Jackie O shades. You won't be able to miss me, boys.
(PS: Apparently Holly Madison sells a line of tube socks. If you think I'm not itching to get my mitts on a set of those puppies then you don't know me well enough, friend.)
But what I really want to talk about is the WANT factor of everything any actor was wearing throughout the film. Am I psycho for wanting to dress like a permed gay rights lesbian activist from 1978? Probably. In fact, I really just want to dress like Emile Hirsch's character. I have got to get my hands on a pair of these frames:
My friend Amanda commented that the whole movie was evidently sort of a 2-hour commercial for American Apparel, and I think I agree with her. I mean, kooky specs, unflatteringly tight textiles, and washed-out drab colors and hoodies? Yeah, sounds like stock in which a hipster would invest. Regardless. I'm willing to risk coming off as an epic fail and swear to rock a pair of tube socks and high running shorts sometime this summer with split-toned Jackie O shades. You won't be able to miss me, boys.(PS: Apparently Holly Madison sells a line of tube socks. If you think I'm not itching to get my mitts on a set of those puppies then you don't know me well enough, friend.)
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