Sunday, November 4, 2012

DOWN TIME.

THANKSGIVING IS NOT A SEASON ITS A DAY AND DONT MAKE ME THINK OF CHRISTMAS UNTIL BLACK FRIDAY.

so a friend of mine mentioned today 'im sick of people saying they are so stoked to be crossing names off their christmas list'. wha? halloween was four days ago. are you seriously thinking about christmas? fuck that. this is what i like to call a holiday void. its awesome. the month post trick or treating pre overeating is this killer absentia of responsibility and holiday pressure that i refuse to let go of. thanksgiving is not a 'season'. you dont pull a sepia plastic tote from target out of the basement full of turkey decorations and whatnot. and if you do, stop it. most of us dont. im really into the move some people pull where they dont put up monsters and cobwebs for halloween but play it safe with a haybale and a gourd or two from whole foods. maybe an uncarved pumpkin. these folks are smart because they can just ride those decorations through october, past halloween and straight through november without so much as a glance at their front porch knowing hey, i am festive, i am fall, im all set. no one will say shit i guarantee and more than likely youll get approving nods from the neighbors. can we please silently protest the obliteration of a holiday-less 25ish days with no pressure where we can enjoy your friends and drinks and dinner and sleep and just go to work and come home and not have to think about anything until someone tells us to come over and eat and watch football in detroit. yah? thx. ps- i go out to eat on thanksgiving. 


this
and a few of these

equals this. good times.


Wednesday, October 3, 2012

FLATFOOT.

so some of you may know that i have an obsession with shoes, specifically heels. this is not an average four or five pairs, i am heavily invested in my shoe collection which is ever growing.
some examples-

geranium prada. spring2012

louboutin fall2008


louboutin pigalle 120mm. timeless.

balenciaga space shoes. fall2010.

givenchy. spring2010. lace magic.

so this is a bit of minutia shoe info regarding me. i love heels i love wearing them i love being seen in them i would sleep in them if someone were watching. however- because of a new job which i adore i need to expand my flat/ankle boot/ loafer repertoire. currently i own several inexpensive unsupportive no name flats which serve their purpose. i have some glorious bejeweled satin lace flats from my days at anthropologie, a pair of unimaginable vintage prada ankle boots bought for $7 at a detroit thrift store. the rest are either minnetonka moccasins which are great but not appropriate or cheap flats that only bide my time at work until they fall apart. 
my current obsession is loafers. like smoking old man loafers which brings me to my current look (coined not by me but a friend) 'grandpa chic'. yah i wear a lot of cardigans, super sweet ones i might add, but the smoking loafer addition is going to push it over the edge potentially. i am ok with that but have to watch my step because its a slippery slipper slope from grandpa chic to bitchy lesbian chic which is totally fine but not the look im going for. 
so lets talk loafers! here is my first acquisition which i am currently awaiting not so patiently in the mail-
hellraiser loafers by way of unif.

bad ass right? so excited. so lets do this! all flats in all forms i want to hear about faves and i will continue to update successes and failures. 


Tuesday, September 4, 2012

HOUDINI.

so i have gone missing for a few weeks but all for the best. it involves new work, good work and formal cocktail parties at home. that being said, lets talk fall. hard to do when its 95 degrees every day here in boston but those of us in fashion or those of us who just care about fashion know that fall is the only real time that matters and the most fun and the time when you can wear the most clothes and still look incredible. winter doesnt count because survival isnt cool. fifty-five degrees and breezy is cool because new denim and boots and tops and gloves and layers and scarves and blazers and jackets etc. etc. etc. are the best.
i have decided that my pre-fall inspiration is 'eagle scout chic'. imagine oversized structure with cinched belts and lots of scarves and accessories. like we are on a march through the woods but instead of pots and pans and other clanky survival tools think jewelry, capes, buckles, basically accessories galore.

definitely this.

this.

not so much the center two but homegirl on the right for sure. 

some of this too.

so basically its boyish charm, dresses with pants, fur and leather possibly a sash and i think just maybe a merit badge or two. i also solemnly swear to never disappear for that long ever again. scouts honor.



Tuesday, July 24, 2012

NOT LEARNING TO DANCE HAS RUINED SOCIETY.

SOCIAL GRACES, ETIQUETTE, AND HOW WE ALL SHOULD STRIVE FOR EXEMPLARY LOCOMOTION.

so ive been thinking. what the fuck is wrong with everyone? the other night a friend and i were discussing their boss and bosses boss etc. and how though very capable at the technicalities of running her company these people are one hundred percent socially inept. and not just amongst strangers but in dealing with their co-workers, delegation of duties, all basic human interaction. no clue.
awkward, borderline rude, and terrible communication skills. wtf? how do you get so far in life and become so successful without learning to schmooze? as someone who would have nothing if it werent for knowing how to work a room this lack of a need for charm is perplexing. i also think it is unacceptable. we need to get back to a place where the ability to tactfully and skillfully interact with others is not only valued but expected. a time where if you acted a fool and showed up to a restaurant under dressed you would feel shamed by your peers and not only rectify the situation but never let it happen again.

all right losers, watch and learn.

as it turns out right here in our own little back yard professors at mit, yes mit, looked around and noticed that their students were lacking in the social graces and decided to start a charm school. there is a deportment class (look it up) which set out to rid the students of what was deemed the 'institute shuffle' that unsightly hunched over gait that is typically reserved for super tall 13 year old girls and the horribly awkward. (unrelated side note- those 5'11" middle school girls should stand tall, if you play your cards right you could be plucked from your podunk town mall by a sleazy talent scout and become the next kate moss.) other classes include 'buttering up big shots', 'flirting 101', and this gem, 'how to tell somebody something they would rather not hear'. now if there is one thing a socially awkward evil genius knows how to do it is to tell somebody something they absolutely do not want nor probably need to hear. its remarkable actually and ive personally seen it in action many times. your having a cocktail party so you invite some coworkers and the programmer or tech guy or fill in the blank shows up and within five minutes has completely dominated the conversation and asked your girlfriend what is wrong with her face. i imagine the purpose of this class is more to teach the methods of delivering unpleasant information tactfully and with appropriate timing. of course.
i say you go mit, i run past that campus weekly and its a sad state of affairs over there. these people are going to/already do run the world and it would be great if when the world is ending because the robots they invented are going to eat us and live out eternity in our apartments they could deliver the news in an appropriate and pleasing manner. and while wearing a well cut suit. 

all right losers, watch and learn.

what i am trying to say is that in all occupations you find it. not just the afore mentioned science and math fields. in fashion, restaurants, finance, your local coffee shop, basically everywhere people have lost the abilities of general social etiquette and i think we would all benefit from going to charm school for a couple of weeks or six months. there is a series of ebooks i like called 'britiquette'. i think the name says it all but if not they refer to themselves as 'the slightly rude but much needed guide to good manners'. you can kick it old school and just visit the emily post website (emilypost.com) where her etiquette books are in their 18th editions. homegirl got started in the twenties. these are both supremely feminine and if i were a guy would turn away immediately and since i think the future gentlemen of our society are in some dire straights i found an excellent introductory book for the fellow interested in learning how to kick it proper but not trying to go over board. it is 'how to be a gentleman: a contemporary guide to common courtesy" by john bridges. written by a guy and taking courtesies of the fifties and sixties but modernizing them for todays societal situations.
another excellent resource which is simple, elegant, and old school is esquire magazine. i think men and women alike would do themselves a favor by getting a subscription. they publish a style handbook twice a year which can be an indispensable tool for men who like to wear clothes and look better than their friends while doing it. it also consistently has advice about etiquette, amazing products, and is slick and pretty. what more could you ask for.

you could ask for more but sadly alberto vargas is dead.


hopefully this post made you laugh a bit but i couldnt be more serious about how detrimental i feel the general lack of social ability is to our society. its crippling us in the way of communication (i refuse to blame emails and texting, that just fuels the fire) and it makes us look like shit. you dont want to look like shit do you? of course not. now go learn how to dance.



Monday, July 23, 2012

ABSENCE MAKES THE BLAH BLAH BLAH

i moved. again. five times in 2 years. thats why ive been gone. sorry. but we did relocate to a righteous pad in southie so it feels like coming home and im stoked. anyways, on to the future!

the movies are fairly accurate.


Tuesday, July 3, 2012

BORN ON THE FOURTH OF JULY.

so its americas birthday and i am possibly in the best city ever to celebrate it (boston) and im not working so i have the day free to sparkler and firework it up with the tobester and our manimals. good times. my head however is in michigan due to some news i received that my only living grandparent, my grandfather seffens, was just diagnosed with blood cancer. for those of you who dont know i loved all of my grandparents fiercely and i really dig old people in general. if you are jerky to old people you really shouldnt have breathing space, they have seen everything and lived through it and we are going to be there someday hating life too. so respect fool.
grandpa seffens is a veteran of world war II. he doesnt like to talk about it, the one time he spilled to me he just said "i went to italy with all my friends and i was the only one who came back. i dont know why i came back and no one else did. why me and not them?" that sums up his opinion on his time in the war.
he is 86, lives in an old farmhouse in northern michigan and he used to take me to the legion hall when i was young. it was awesome.
this fourth of july is dedicated to my grandfather louis seffens whom i love dearly. i want him to get better.


my grandfather. hes amazing.

where i spent my childhood.

160 acres of woods. 

the farm house. i need a sabbatical. 

michigan.

imagine a psychedelic summer camp photo shoot here. anyone?



Tuesday, June 26, 2012

WINDSOR STREET WHY YOU SO STANK?

WHATS THAT SMELL?

so if  youre reading this you probably are aware that i like to run. i run a lot. and i run the same routes over and over. i like to zone out and daydream while i run, not vigilantly monitor the sidewalk, so i take the same paths and after a while auto-pilot kicks in and viola; a relaxing run. anyways about an hour in i turn off massachusetts avenue and take a right down windsor street. i dont know what is wrong with this road but it stinks. its not a forgotten dumpster type of stink either but each week it is something different. a couple of weeks ago it reeked of cat litter, last week it was a mixture of diapers and bleach. today it smelled like garbage and more garbage. this is a pretty normal street with a couple of schools and some multi family housing. there is however a large quantity of doritos bags on the ground and crap lying around so perhaps this is a clue. whatever the street is gross. 

windsor street. i left out the funyuns bags.


Friday, June 22, 2012

BALLOON WHISPERER.

i love balloons and i love finding them randomly. im not sure if i find them or they find me but here are a few.

the charles.

backbay.

north end.

balloons are mine forever.


Thursday, June 21, 2012

SHIT I FIND.

so for some reason i have been blessed with the gift of being able to find weird things on the ground. i dont mean bugs and garbage but random items that people (or wizards or witches) leave behind on the street for what ever reason. a good example would be this note i found today-

i wonder what 'it' was.

or this one time i found a smattering of clothing which included black pants, a cheap black button down (mens) a wine key, and some ladies underpants and a bra. it seriously looked like a cross dressing waiter disappeared into thin air. i suspect this skill has been bestowed upon me not because i am the chosen one of the trash can gods but because i am outside a lot. i run almost every day and i walk everywhere. i am also fairly observant and enjoy taking photos assuming that anyone gives a shit about the crap i spy laying around in boston. good times!
here is a smattering of some interesting finds.

if its not broke dont fix it.

such a waste of yumminess. or is it???

straw.

babies.

fuck that mandolin.


see you next time.

i wish i would have taken that sweat shirt.

bunny friend.

my favorite thing ive found recently. 

christmas decorations.

not a nap. rip.

one point.

every time a bell rings a fairy disappears into thin air.

omens.

fat.



Sunday, June 17, 2012

ACNE IS SO GOOD AND RUNNING MAKES YOU SKINNY.

just wanted to post my outfit from dinner last night and say fuck yeah i can fit into my size 34 acne skirt that ive only wore twice. its made from multiple layers of silk with no stretch at all so you either fit into it or you do not. since losing my job a couple of weeks ago i have been running nearly every day which is a great way to lose weight. i am also off the booze (two weeks as of today!) which knocks out around 50,000,000,000 sugary pointless calories a week. point being the skirt fits and i feel better than i have in ages.

word!

Saturday, June 16, 2012

THINKING OF NORWAY.

in may 2009 i went to norway. i spent all my time in the city of stavenger on the west coast. this was the loveliest place i have ever been, certainly the most calm, and there are two acne stores in very close proximity to one another. heaven! i felt like posting some of my favorite pictures from that time. has anyone else been?

this was in the ceiling of the ladies room.

of this ladies room. me with long hair. missssssss.

wood carving.

about 11pm. it doesnt get completely dark in may. 

super modern sandbox in the middle of town. oh hey no big deal.

norwegian coast guard. no joke.

sea captain.