Archive for February, 2013
The instant I spied these Christian Lacroix notebooks on the Twitter feed for West Village boutique Castor & Pollux yesterday, I sent a DM to owner Kerilynn Pamer saying I’d be right over. Could they as fantabulous in person as they were in pictures?
They could indeed. I am not a fancy-blank- notebook person, and would even go so far as to say I am anti-fancy-blank-notebook: I banned them from our annual December issue gift guides at my old job, because they seem like the type of gift that people receive and then never go on to actually use. But these are different. I’d write in these every day just to have a chance to look at them.
Kerilynn’s having a tough time keeping them in stock (that top one is already on re-order) and she’s not selling them on the website, so if you’re in the city, get yourself in down to Tenth Street! Otherwise, give a call, and they’ll be pleased to hook you up.
But some take more out of you than others, and this week’s was a pip. Loyal reader Debbie H, who lives in New York and works in media, was just diagnosed by her doctor with a herniated disc, and restricted to wearing only sneakers—always, everywhere. “I have had no luck finding something appropriate/hip/comfortable enough so far,” she wrote, adding that she’d be willing to spend a lot on the right pair. I feel Debbie’s dilemma rather acutely, as the New York media world’s very life force is uber-groomed women in heels—and it is easy to feel like a galumph among gazelles if you are not similarly kitted out. The challenge of being restricted to our most casual form of footwear while living among those for whom the notion of leaving the house looking simply polished is considered a nice starting point is a daunting one indeed. But not insurmountable. My first thought is, if you’re going splurge-y, don’t go trendy. Instead, take advantage of the fact that so many big designers are making more streamlined, feminine versions of classic shapes. Like this Lanvin suede and patent leather pair.
Supergas are great—sort of like Chuck Taylors for grown-ups. This pair is rather schmancy—it’s cashmere, and part of a collaboration with The Row. The super-luxe material adds a certain richness I like, but regular old canvas Supergas are fantastic too. They’ll only set you back $65, and come in every color imaginable. All with matching laces instead of white, which keeps things nice and streamlined.
You could also just forego laces altogether with some classic Vans slip ons.
And then, because the Vans clock in nicely at close to $50, you could buy them and still get all splurgy with this sparkle patent leather pair from Jimmy Choo. For dress-up.
And here’s one more splurgy option, which would be nice and flattering in warmer weather with bare legs. Isn’t the touch of espadrille trim charming?
- I am so totally going to see this documentary on the twisted legacy of street photographer Vivian Maier—who worked in complete and intentional obscurity (her day job was as a nanny) and whose museum-quality body of work was only discovered decades after her death. And who maybe was a spy? (Kottke)
- The pretty windows of New York. (Curbed NY)
- Who says there are no quality single men left out there, ladies? (New York)
- On a similar note: check out how a Google Earth image got one man busted for cheating. (The Daily What)
- This video about bullying is so powerful it just about knocks you over with its message—but when one considers the topic, maybe that’s exactly appropriate.
There are a lot of these platform fisherman’s sandals around for spring. And every time I see them, I think of the type of girl they remind me of from high school. The one who hung out with the stoners but was secretly in all accelerated classes; who was kind of bitchy until she liked you, and even then always kept you guessing.
She wore an army jacket, pretty much every day.
And the ID bracelet that her boyfriend who already graduated gave her.
She knew who the Ramones were before anyone.
And her bag always smelled like pot and Tic Tacs.
…and Dr. Pepper Lip Smackers.
There is a story behind this Tucker top’s print.
And I want to know it.
- The role that those clever folks at Arrested Development have chosen for Kristen Wiig to guest star in for their new season is very nearly perfect. (Vulture)
- It’s the new menu at Guy Fieri’s new place everyone! But not really! (Guy’s American Kitchen and Bar)
- Here’s the little story of a big old ugly throwdown between the British tabloids, royal-lovers, David Cameron, and seemingly half of England over a lecture by Man-Booker prize winning author Hilary Mantel in which she—by way of making a bigger point about the monarchy in general, and women of the monarchy in particular—referred to Kate Middleton as a “jointed doll…with no personality of her own,” among other things. Mantel’s overarching points are actually interesting and possibly valid, as you’ll see if you read on, but boy does she not mince words! Mantel also said “…a royal lady is a royal vagina.” So you can see how feathers might have been ruffled. (Atlantic Wire)
- Unreleased celebrity fragrances: Really silly and pretty funny. (The Hairpin via Kottke)
- Your. Worst. Nightmare. (Smithsonian)