Archive for May, 2013
- Beautiful photos of nasty old garbage. (Slate)
- A quite amusing visit to the world of celebrity museums.
- I just can’t even with this. (Daily What)
- On the other hand, this kid. (Death and Taxes)
- New Yorkers: Vince is having their first ever sample sale at Chelsea Market today, which means cashmere sweaters and flowy silk tops for everyone! And for everyone everywhere else: just a whole ton of online sales. (Racked NY)
Those of you who’ve had cancer, and I know that’s at least a few of you, are familiar with the parallell universe that is Cancerland, a strange destination where everything tries its best to be business as usual, but nothing really is. And when you’ve lost a breast in the bargain, the haze of recovery becomes just that much thicker. A dear friend is inhabiting her own personal Cancerland right now, and she’s handling it with unimaginable amounts of grace and good humor. She has requested that I find her some attractive mastectomy bras (does it surprise any of you to learn that people are forever delegating shopping tasks to me in times of crisis?) and this has turned out to be about as simple as locating an English-speaking puppy. What is wrong with this world, people? How nuts is it that at the very moment in a woman’s life when her sense of femininity has been most compromised, she can not find a bra that makes her feel like a woman? We did locate this one, from Dutch lingerie designer Marlies Dekkers; it’s called the Care Bra and comes in many colors and with all the right pockets and straps and adjusters. But it’s only available on her (Dutch) website, and after shipping fees and a less-than-ideal exchange rate, it’ll run you over $100. More affordable options include a couple from Royce, like this black number with just a little bit of lace, and this one, which is a little more straightforward. I also found this nude bra from Amoena, which is nice and minimal and pretty much exactly what my favorite t-shirt bras all look like.
But mostly I found myself disappointed: by all the cute little lingerie boutiques here in Manhattan with nothing to offer, and the big department stores that unilaterally came up empty too. Victoria’s Secret almost did the right thing a few weeks ago when, in response to a change.org petition with over 128,000 signatures, they announced they’d start manufacturing mastectomy bras. And then just as quickly backed out, explaining that “Through our research, we have learned that fitting and selling mastectomy bras in the right way…is complicated and truly a science.” Nobody, of course, has more resources and money to devote to creating and marketing whatever kind of bra they want than Victoria’s Secret, so I’m not quite buying that. But I am hoping they’ll change their minds.
And no feeling self-conscious because your answer isn’t as cool as mine, guys.
- What better way to mosey into the long weekend than with a look at previously unseen shots from American street photographer Garry Winogrand’s new book? (The Guardian)
- It actually happened: there can now be gay boy scouts. But not leaders. (Slate)
- Good riddance to Intervention: This self-satisfied show exploits an addict’s inability to think clearly in order to to get them on national TV, portraying their darkest selves. Giving them one more awful hurdle—hideous, full-screen shame—to tackle once they get sober. (EW)
- Really cool-looking houses built around trees. (mental floss)
- Attention accessory designers: chatelaines need to make a comeback. Check out the story of what is pretty correctly described as a sort of 19th century lady’s Swiss Army knife here.(Collector’s Weekly)
For years I coveted this fun Hermes china with an animals of the jungle pattern, because it seemed like an ultimate indulgence to acquire such playful china from such a serious luxury house. But only the sturdiest dinnerware survives my cloddish grasp, and I always knew better to indulge (even during the pixie-dusted couple of years when a benevolent publicist extended me a 30% discount at Hermes—a time during which many friends received excellent gifts in little orange boxes). Still, my affection for dishes with just a little bit to say endures, which is probably why I’ve developed an outsize affection for melamine plates. They wouldn’t break if you threw them against a wall, and there are so many cute ones. Plus, they’re cheap enough that you can buy a ton and not worry if you use them only some of the time. Because these kissing rabbits might be fun for dining on burgers and cole slaw at a Memorial Day picnic, but possibly not so much come January and brisket time.
Who else wants to turn the entire backyard into a Moroccan-themed wonderland to match this rather fabulous purple plate?
There is something quite pink lemonade and birthday cale about this option, from West Elm.
I am not unattracted to these Superga platform sneakers.