i don't know if the handful of dudes that read this blog are going to be turned off by my self-indulgence in posting even more girly shit, but meh.. i'm willing to take a gamble on it.
i bloody well love the runaways, and have spent many an hour lip-synching this song in the mirror and pretending to be cherie currie. the bitch is BAD. she be reppin' undies as outerwear lightyears ahead of lady gaga, et al. real talk.
new feature in our blogosphere, homies. phillip will be submitting a pick, weekly, from here on in.
this week's feature: rockers!
sick sick sick jamaican movie from the 70's - check the intro. and then hit up your local indie video store to rent it, because this shit is not available at blockbuster. spoiler: it's like robin hood, but for stoners.
hardcover relase is on august 12th! scott schuman rules. bianca and i are sure to battle our way through the line-ups at chapters for a copy - we sure as shit did for the olsens..
yesterday i found, hands-down, the best online designer vintage shop ever. totally reasonable pricing, and everything is in such great condition. it's a collectors dream.
pc - all r&b. do yourselves a favour and check it.
it's been awhile since i've made an it girl posting, but i thought it was appropriate, seeing as hallowe'en has completely invigorated my love for all things costumed.
this lovely lady is a self-described 'fancy-maker'. how can you go wrong with that?
this past weekend holly, kris, b and i went on a thrifting mission. in the midst of trying on some pretty crazy outfits, i managed to find, for 10 dollars (!!), a 100% raw silk longish black vintage escada women's sportcoat with the best shoulder pads ever - and i swear, i never thought in my life that i would ever say that about shoulder pads.
here's a little preview of stella mccartney's spring/summer 09, just to get the feel, courtesy of cafe mode.
throwback to grade 8, no? i've already had 3 comments about my increased height today, and it's not even noon. i really like her get-up in the first picture, too.