Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Ode to The Pixies

I hate to admit that American Idol inspired this post, but it's true. I watched the first few minutes of yesterday's episode with my idol fiend mama, and they were playing this piano version of "Where Is My Mind" by The Pixies to a rags-to-riches (and what, I supposed, aimed at being a sweetly nostalgic) montage of Carrie Underwood's career since her lowly days on the farm.

Now, why this song was considered the best soundtrack, no clue.

But it's absolutely beautiful and haunting, and I found a couple other great covers during my search, also included.

Maxence Cyrin

Maxence Cyrin - Where is my mind (The Pixies piano cover) from Maxence Cyrin on Vimeo.


Kings of Leon (Live)

Monday, November 28, 2011

"Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. It even has a watermark. "

So the irony of the situation is this:

a. I just finished reading The Great Gatsby last night.
b. It is far too late for me to still be up reading blogs, but here I am.
c. I was literally just getting ready to close up the 'ole macbook when whaBAM, I came across the coolest art that I've found in a while.

Christmas wish list item numero uno - The Heads of State Great Gatsby "Business Card" Poster Print

Its description according to the site:

"Chapter four of F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby reads like a VIP guest list of the Jazz Age. Taking inspiration from those pages, this poster is comprised of the business cards and personal stationery of the movers and shakers that attended Gatsby's parties in the summer of 1922."

And sure enough, pp. 61-63

"From East Egg, then, came the Chester Beckers and the Leeches, and a man named Bunsen, whom I knew at Yale, and Doctor Webster Civet, who was drowned last summer up in Maine...From West Egg came the Poles and the Mulreadys and Cecil Roebuck and Cecil Schoen and Gulick the state senator and Newton Orchid, who controlled Films Par Excellence...Benny McClenahan always arrived with four girls...I have forgotten their names...and their last names were either the melodious names of flowers and months or the sterner ones of the great American capitalists whose cousins, if pressed, they would confess themselves to be...

...In addition to all these I can remember that Faustina O'Brien came there at least once and the Baedecker girls and young Brewer who had his nose shot off in the war."

Oh, and I mustn't forget the lovely Miss Golf Pro Herself...


[Btw, the title quote is Patrick Bateman on business cards in case you were stumped.]

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Leave it to Nylon Mag...

to include this French rendition of "These Boots Are Made for Walkin'" in one of their Nylon TV specials.

Absolutely adorable.

Muguette - "Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher"

cat woman.

Spring/ summer 2011 collection campaign of Atsuro Tayama directed by Emmanuelle Peck.

ATSURO TAYAMA Spring-Summer 2011 from Emma PICK on Vimeo.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

peaches 'n cream and tiffany blue.

I simply cannot get enough of my new necklace and messy buns.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

little fig.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

"Strangeness & Charm"

-Florence & The Machine-

"On sped my rainbow, fast as light;
I flew as in a dream;
For glorious rose upon my sight
That child of Shower and Gleam."

pp. 317 Jane Eyre; Mr. Rochester's song.

Copper Tubing Beaded Charm by Betsy Youngquist - 3D Non-Functional Jewelry

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Wake Up.

"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken."

— Anaïs Nin (The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1)

Reblogged from Paperdollblewsaway.


My three favorite perfumes as of late:

Fig by Royal Apothic

Antique and powdery. My kitty's name is Figment, Fig for short. Naturally I had to have this scent. That, and Oprah loves RA.

So Hooked On Carmella by Benefit

Vanilla and lilac. I gave this to my best friend Ash. The packaging fits her personality perfectly.

Pipe by
Patch NYC for Soap & Paper Factory

Nutty and smooth. Like my Great Grandpa Walt. He always smoked a pipe.

Patch NYC Art

Currently listening to:

"Like Lions Do" Right Away Great Captain

Familial Conversation.


A GIRL is sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch while her FATHER is bustling about grabbing at her deli chicken and potato chips.

GIRL: Wait, so what course are you going to again?

FATHER: It's a course on concealed...[pauses and mumbles something inaudible]

GIRL: Wait, what was that?

FATHER: A course on carryingconcealedfirearms.

He walks out of the kitchen and down the hall.

GIRL: [pause and then calling after him] Uhh, you know that's not legal in our state, Dad.

FATHER: I know it's not. It's only illegal in two states: Wisconsin and Illinois, thanks to our dumb governor.

She takes a bite and laughs.

GIRL: We should move.