October 2010
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american museum of natural history
The American Museum of Natural History was one of my favourite things EVER as a kid: I really, really liked dinosaurs and rocks (no, really, I was really into rocks), and also any excuse my parents had to take me into the city. As an adult it’s no less awesome, but the whole place seems vaguely like a giant decaying Hall of Colonialism, Native/Primeval/Primitive People In Glass Boxes,...
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The Art of the Obituary (6): Susan Sontag
Annie Leibovitz, Susan at the House on Hedges Lane (1988), Brooklyn Museum
Susan Sontag (January 16, 1933 – December 28, 2004)
She was bookish almost from birth. At three, she was reading; at nine, living in Los Angeles, she was browsing Poe, Hugo and “Hamlet” in the Pickwick bookstore on Hollywood Boulevard; at 14, she discovered Thomas Mann. Each book was “a door to a whole kingdom”. In...
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halloween
In general, despite the fact that in theory it should be my FAVOURITE THING EVER (dressing up?! witches?! the vile sweetness of candy corn which I love above all things?!), I have to admit that I kind of hate Halloween. I hate the pomp and circumstance of it, the disgusting amount of effort to find a party halfway worth going to which inevitably always sort of ends up being mildly disappointing,...
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prohibition and 20's glam, televised and otherwise
I’ll admit it — I’ve kind of turned into a Person Who Watches Television after years of sort of having a high horse over sticking my nose in the air and making obnoxious comments about not having owned a television in yeeeaaaaaars. But amongst others (True Blood, Mad Men, and, um, Glee), HBO’s Scorsese-directed star-studded Boardwalk Empire has captivated me —...
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I’m going to get shit for this post, I know it, and I am highly conflicted about whether or not this entire situation is at odds with my “snarky intellectual fashion enthusiast” INTERNET IDENTITY. But that’s okay. Because I’ll admit it: Lately, I’ve kind of been having this obnoxious crisis of “OMG YOU GUYS HOW AM I GOING TO DRESS THIS IS LIKE REALLY...
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Just a fast update with a few links — I’m now also using Tumblr for what it’s really supposed to be used for - images, as an extension of my photo portfolio and this blog - so check that out at thisfairdefect.tumblr.com !
And I’m also going to be contributing to Gucci Goth (is it serious? are we being snarky? WHO CAN TELL?) with my friend Daniel and a few other...
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early autumn
usual bimonthly picspam time: my friends are all lovely and stylish and awesome! monday in the park + friends from the uk + a few other miscellaneous from september through now. after the jump.
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lace up knee high boots
Mindless brief lust post from my ever-weeping bank account: uber-detailed distressed heeled lace-up heeled boots for winter, somewhere between Victoriana and military inspired.
Above, in magical fantasy land where shoes and/or dolla bills grow on trees for the sake of me being extremely fabulous: Ann Demeulemeester, Louboutin, Junya Watanabe, Alexander Wang, Marc Jacobs.
Below, closer to the...
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helmut lang FW2000/1 + SS2001
Helmut Lang ten years ago - FW2000/1 above and SS2001 below.
Aside from this being a gratuitous pixellated Stella Tennant/Erin O’Connor/Amanda Moore picspam — this is all I’ve ever really wanted/needed in my closet ever and seems an awful lot like most of the runways these past two seasons agree. And those lace-up open-toe square-heeled sandal boots and the open-toe slick...
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woolf and winterson
“And since a novel has this correspondence to real life, its values are to some extent those of real life. But it is obvious that the values of women differ very often from the values which have been made by the other sex; naturally, this is so. Yet it is the masculine values that prevail. Speaking crudely, football and sport are ‘important’; the worship of fashion, the buying of clothes...
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in which at long last shiloh and suri are finally...
Dear and darling readers, nothing makes me happier (no, seriously) than when you all email me offensively asinine things you find on the internet with a plethora of question marks and explanation points and WTFs and ask for my so obviously extremely qualified opinions! For the most part I do my best to carry on snark-filled emailconversations with each one of you special snowflakes and then...
