Wednesday, September 22, 2010

It's Forever

Seeing Grass Widow on Friday. These three Cali ladies mesh together creepy melodies with post-punk rock and the result is simply groovy. To say I'm excited is an understatement. It's rare to have a really good all-girl band, hats off to ya ladies.

(p.s. CocoRosie last weekend was such a fun show! They sounded incredible live. Viva La Freaks!)

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Noah's Ark

Seeing CocoRosie tonight!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Weightless Ways

Loving Cerulean by Baths. Can't. Get. Enough.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Once Upon A Time In Akron

Today I visited the Akron Art Museum to see Andrew Moore's Detroit Disassembled exhibit. The photographs were so beautifully sad and truly encapsulated the abandoned city.

"Andrew Moore’s photographs of the Motor City are sublime—beautiful, operatic in scale and drama, tragic yet offering a glimmer of hope... Detroit, once the epitome of our nation’s industrial wealth and might, has been in decline for almost a half-century. The city is now one-third empty land—more abandoned property than any American city except post-Katrina New Orleans."

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Viva l'Italia!

Seeing Agerstown Riots tonight. oh mah god.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Ahlan wa Sahlan

Back in the 44074 and wow is it cold. Bad news = missing summer and New York like woah. Good news = the new Interpol album is tiiight. Sorry for the lack of content recently, I've been getting adjusted but keep on keeping on and I'll do my part to be better!

Friday, September 3, 2010

Attention! Salute!

Military chic is in. Army green is the new black, but navy and gray are also pretty prevalent. I bought a fall green military jacket, picked up some gray baggy cargo pants, and have my black leather lace-up boots. I'm down with this trend but it does feel like it has had a very quick comeback. When the leaves start falling we'll be marching to the military beat....

Jill Stuart Fall 2010 Runway
Marc Jacobs Autumn/Winter 2010 Runway
Fendi Autumn/Winter 2010 Runway
Tibi Fall 2010 Runway

Isabeli Fontana & Sasha Pivovarova in US Vogue March 2010
Gisele Bundchen in Vogue Korea May 2010
Eniko Mihalik in Vogue Paris March 2010
Bruna Sottili in Marie Claire Brazil March 2010
Carmen Kass in Harpers Bazaar UK June 2010

Thursday, September 2, 2010

New York I Love You

I'm back from the Hamptons but not for long. Goodbye New York, Hello Ohio! Highlights form the week included meals at Trata, Bobby Vans, LT Burger, and Sundays (hellooooo Adrian Grenier) and other goofball activities like fishing, kayaking, tennis, and most importantly, mini-golf. The sun did me good and let the freckles come out to play. Listen to these tracks as the summer comes to halt and soak up the last of those mellow rays:

1) Brightest Minds - Department of Eagles
2) 40 Day Dream - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
3) Heart To Tell - The Love Language
4) Oh My God - Mark Ronson Feat. Lily Allen
5) Five Little Rooms - Menomena
6) For The Summer- Ray LaMontagne And The Pariah Dogs
7) Solitude Is Bliss - Tame Impala
8) Giving Up The Gun - Vampire Weekend
9) Home - Villagers
10) Feel It All Around- Washed Out

The Cat

A fall ghost story with love, from Barneys:

"Apartments were harder to find than a good boyfriend. I was surprised when I stumbled upon such a cool pad. It was almost as if nobody wanted it. It was in the middle of the afternoon. Maybe two or three days after moving in that I first noticed the cat. I never questioned his presence. I never even bothered to give him a name. He liked to watch me primp. It was almost as if he wanted to approve my dress, to bless my tresses. I never told him that I loved him. I was worried that if I did, then he would leave me, like all the boys before him. Then I began to notice. Things. Strange things. Food bowls untouched. Kitty-litter no smell. I called my great-aunt Cecelia. She has a way with cats. Always has had. I described my mysterious furry friend in detail. My great-aunt said that she needed to do a little psychic research before making a diagnosis. She would be in touch. Two days later a letter arrived: 'My dearest niece, I am perplexed by your feline conundrum. I have no good advice, other than to suggest that you try the following: on the next full moon take your cat to a cozy corner. Place him on your lap and tell him you love him. Good luck! Great Aunt Cecelia' Tell the cat I love him? Sounds easy enough, dear reader. But not for me I trembled at the thought. On the next full moon, I prep'd and primped all afternoon. I wanted to look beautiful for the cat. 'I LOVE YOU' I screamed! When I opened my eyes the cat had vanished. For the next few days I walked and walked. I was torn between melancholy and exhaustion. I had fallen in love, and declared that love...and had lost that love. But I could not be angry. The object of my love was now free. The cat was a phantom. The ghost of a love-sick spirit... Trapped in limbo. I had set him free. But at what cost? I was alone again. That night I dreamt I was a mad cat lady. Bicycling around town trying to catch strays in my basket. The next morning... Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! The End. P.S. Be careful what you wish for.