Archive for October, 2015
- Can’t believe I almost forgot to show you pictures from this year’s East Village Halloween dog parade. (Racked NY)
- I could watch this maybe forever. (Hintmag)
- A guide to trading Halloween candy that made me laugh out loud more than once. (Buzzfeed)
- Please don’t think less of me for finding this funny. (Laughing Squid)
- Here’s an audio clip from Carrie Brownstein’s apparently fantastic new memoir, in which she talks about the time Nirvana played a surprise show at her college. Will I ever not miss the 90s? (A.V. Club)
There are downsides to singlehood for sure, but one aspect of being divorced I absolutely treasure is that when I come home bearing shopping bags, there is nobody there to look at me askance and ask “Did you really need that?” Because is it even possible to justify a Jerome Dreyfuss suede tassel keychain?
Or this most fantastically chic wireless speaker, especially when you already own a perfectly serviceable—if significantly less divine—one?
Or yet again another Fornasetti something? (Commenter Raina refers to Fornasetti as “The histrionic personality disorder of decorating,” and while I fear she may be correct, my passion abides.)
Today’s post is inspired by the vintage Coach Station Bag I bought this August at a yard sale, and upon which I receive many compliments. You can find one pretty much exactly like it on Ebay.
Or, if you’d rather go for something new: here is the same shape—but in a clutch style.
Here’s a rather luxe version.
And here’s a cheaper take on above.
- A way-trippy look at the original offices of Ebony magazine in Chicago. (Slate)
- The wild and wacky inside secrets of cruise ship workers. (Mental Floss)
- That time the homecoming queen kicked a field goal. (NY Post)
- Keep on being you, Brooklyn. (Vulture)
- And finally, because Halloween beckons: really amusing vintage monster movie posters. (Flavorwire)
From the moment I started to care about looking cool—and I’d date this to freshman year of college, when I fell under the sway of a cadre of girls from New York whose style seemed to me unprecedentedly on-point—I have owned a pair of Chelsea boots. And for all these decades since, I don’t think there’s been a time when there wasn’t a pair in my my closet. These days, they seem less about cool (likely because, at 51, I am less about cool) than about supreme versatility: they can come off anywhere from classic to edgy, and are just so very walkable. My current favorites are Blundstones (see first pair below) because they’re endlessly comfortable, the treads make them good for when there’s snow and ice, and the price is right. But I’d happily say yes to every pair you see here too.