Archive for January, 2013
- Please enjoy a few blasts of pop culture history from the just-released picture book 50 Years of British Style—including this photo featuring a quite young Vivienne Westwood (far right). (The Guardian)
- In honor of 30 Rock, which wraps up its seventh and final season on Thursday, a tribute to the undersung, always amusing character known as Dot Com. (Vulture)
- Forget about all the sugar: turns out that some of our most popular sodas and other sugary drinks contain a substance commonly used as a flame retardant. (Atlantic Wire)
- Just because Roe v. Wade is still the law doesn’t mean abortion rights aren’t in peril all over this nation—a point Daily Show co-founder Lizz Winstead drives home in this brief yet powerful PSA. (The Frisky)
- And finally, because it’s never not fun to check out red carpet looks, and because the Oscars are still a month away, here are a whole mess of ladies and their dresses at the SAG Awards—courtesy of People, The Cut, Grazia, and Huffington Post.
From a style perspective, once the temperature hits the teens, it becomes difficult to pull off anything even remotely resembling a “look.” Most days, the best you can hope for is not to come off as a total shlep, something that becomes exponentially more difficult at those times when you literally have to shlep—groceries from the market, cases of prescription dog food home from the vet. For this reason I have considered buying a rolling shopping cart, and yet I know from experience—having relied upon one years ago when I lived blocks and blocks and blocks from the nearest grocery store in pre-gentrified Williamsburg—that they tend to fall apart, sooner than later. Not even to mention that they do nothing to protect your cargo from the elements. Imagine my glee, then, upon discovering the Playmarket Go Up Trolley, which is apparently quite big in Europe, and has such winning features as a thermal pouch to keep foods cold (not that we really need that right now) and the ability to fold up quite small. It’s totally weatherproof, too. Plus, it ought to come in handy for all manner of picnic or barbecue—should summer ever come again.
The walls of my dining area (a nice-sized space, but only a realtor would be so generous as to call it a “room,” as it’s only bordered by two walls) are painted a truly unfortunate taupey peach. The tone was supposed to come off subtle and warm, but instead invokes the dull uni-tan of a Malibu Barbie. Or my own skin in the wrong shade of L’Eggs, circa 1979. Or maybe, in the morning when the light hits right, a Band-Aid. I am always half-considering painting over it, but I live in the kind of building where you’ve practically got to get permission from the Deputy Mayor before bringing anyone in to work on your place. And I adore wallpaper, but wallpaper gets pricey. So now I’m thinking of doing that thing where you cover the entire wall space with pictures. Stunningly original, I know. And yet I think if I go super-bright (I’ve already got some pieces that are heavy on reds and pinks and oranges there, and they look great) it’d all be one big fat crazy happy mess. First up: how could I possibly turn down a gig poster for one of my favorite bands when it’s such a huge explosion of floral glee?
Sharon Montrose’s baby animal portraits have been on my I want list for ages. This wee zebra will add a nice graphic punch of black and white to the mix.
I just look at Youngna Park’s Balloons (Midtown Manhattan) and am reminded afresh how happy I am not to work in that neighborhood anymore.
The color combination on this poster by Portland graphic design studio Makelike throws some unexpected notes out there, and totally makes it work.
My college roommate Margaret had the original version of the poster for this famous show on the refrigerator of her apartment on Rivington Street when she moved to New York after graduation, and I’ve wanted one ever since. But for different reasons: back in the 80s, I just thought it was cool. After all these years, it reminds me—deeply fondly—of that decade, and of Margaret, who is still my dear, dear friend.
Isn’t it pretty how much this Matthew Tischler photo—shot behind a screen—looks like a painting?
- Behold, the pop-up hotel room. (PSFK)
- The Boy Scouts might want to have another rethink of their whole anti-gay policy, because they’re losing corporate supporters faster than you can pitch a tent. (Mother Jones)
- Do enjoy this extended-play mashup of 80s TVcommercials. (Slate)
- I always welcome any new excuse not to engage more enthusiastically in online dating. (Gothamist)
- Surprisingly affecting last photos of famous people. (Flavorwire)
…but it’s Thursday, and people are still talking about whether or not Beyonce lip synched the national anthem, and the very fact of that seems remarkable. Lip-synching is lame, but choosing to but do so when faced with a spectacularly large audience and challenging venue is far from unheard-of. It’d be nice if Ms. Knowles bestowed upon her public something beyond a “No comment,” but—alas—this has precedent in the entertainment world as well. Personally, I’m far more mystified as to why she decided a floor-length Pucci gown was acceptable attire for the event—as though the inaugural was not a dignified day of historical significance, but instead just another stop on the sparkling world tour that is her life.
- True, this Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs Identification Kit from the 1960s, which was used as an educational tool for kids and law enforcement groups, is fascinating as a piece of historical ephemera. But I’m mostly digging the layout. (Retronaut via Laughing Squid)
- And speaking of ephemera, the business cards of notable people—Freud, Andy Warhol, Abraham Lincoln—turn out to be rather compelling as well. (Flavorwire)
- I actually cross-checked this headline with The Onion to see if it was a prank, but no: a raging cheese fire has shut down a tunnel in Norway for the past six days. (Reuters)
- Funny Jon Stewart being funny about the big three cable news networks and their war of inauguration day inanities. (Atlantic Wire)
- Mad Men freaks, prick up your ears: here’s everything there is to know about the show’s just-announced next season. (AV Club)