Crabcore

Crabcore can come party with me anytime!

How stupidly fantastic is this video!? Best dance moves I've ever seen. And the 12 year old singer...makes it even better. Flashdance doesn't have shit on After Dark.

Ronnie Earl & The Broadcasters - Bella Donna

Happy Friday.

je ne me laisserai pas seduire...

Point Of View

Big, small, chunky, sparkly, matte, you name it and the sunglass-makers have made it.  It seems stars have also dipped into making the most ridiculous eye coverings the new and only eyewear to rock.  Who in the hell came up with these?  I love you!  They've taken the ridiculousness of the eye accessory to a whole new level!  F*$&!

You Always Want What You Can't Have...

I'm sure if we asked these women, they'd trade hair with just about anyone. However, I would trade my fine fine hair for just about any unmanageable tame I could.  There's something great about the overly wild, unruly hair.  So beyond control that you just have to say F*#& It and let it do it's thing. I'd love to throw my hands up like that...but it's just not an option for me.

Hump Day

MosDef. Black Keys. What more could you want?

Where more is... MORE.

These pictures of the new London hotel rooms designed by DVF are beyond words.  I love everything about them.  I could easily see  myself waking up in that double-headboard bed, slipping on my robe and drinking coffee on my hot pink sofa.  (Nothing says me like hot pink)


*Images from Habitually Chic

The Fuzz...

I understand it's hot as hell out and the last thing anyone wants to do is put clothes on... However, I am desperately in search of a new fur coat, fur blanket, fur everything. I love love love!  While my morals aren't phased by the faux vs real, my pocket book is...thus I'll most likely have to settle on the faux.  Fine by me. Still soft and luxurious!  One day perhaps...

Back to the Grind.

Should I say I survived NY or NY survived me?  Either way I'm back and posts are soon to come.

Headed to the Big City...  see you soon!

Lenny

This song gives me chills everytime I hear it.  Watching Stevie play is beyond words.  What I wouldn't give to see him play. Imagine sitting in front of him with his cigarette clutched to his lips, the stench of his whiskey breath and sweat... ahhh... the man can make even the most awful things seem a dream...

Happy July!

How is it already the seventh month of the year?  Thank god the weather has finally caught up with the calendar!  Here's to summer!