Whatever one might think of her music, you cannot deny that she knows how to give good eye candy.



Watch it. On repeat. (And note the McQueen heels.)

Disturbing. And yet so beautiful.

"...how he was looking at the world like somebody from another planet, watching what people did and trying to work out the right way to behave. And then one day he called me and he had been watching Tom Cruise on David Letterman, and he just had this very intense friendliness with nothing behind the eyes, and he was really taken with this energy."

From here.

This bit by Garance Dore made me crack up.

"Hedi is a photographer. He’s also one of the greatest designers of our time, a world all his own, like god-like in my eyes. Saturday, as I hop on the Eurostar, I see him, looking simple and sublime (all gods are sublime) in his camel duffle coat THAT I DIDN’T GET A PHOTO OF SO YOU’LL HAVE TO JUST CONSTRUCT YOUR OWN MENTAL IMAGE because even gods need a private life.

The only thing that I allowed myself to do was, a second after seeing him, was to shove out, “excuse me, I gotta get by, question of life and death” and push all of the peons out of the way who didn’t see what they had. I slid my way next to him amidst all the boarding craziness. I took my two hands together and tried to breathe in as much of his creative genius as a I could in as much time as I could steal.

Voilà. If I ever get the chance to really meet Hedi Slimane, no chance he’ll want to talk to me after reading this. What? Of course he reads my blog. Gods see everything. What did you think?!"

It's... actually pretty heartwarming to see to see someone well-respected in the fashion industry unbashedly fangirling over another.

Her blog makes me wish I understood French.

I really want to see how this one will pan out.

While it's really their cover of Beyonce's "Single Ladies" that's making the rounds on the blogosphere, Pomplamoose's rendition of "La Vie en Rose" is really too charming to not post.

Yea, quavering voice and all.



Free download of the covers here.

And completely offnote and random, did you know bridesmaids are not suppose to wear white? Who knew? (What? I sure as hell didn't.)

Oscar Wilde and a Game Called Murder: A Mystery

Popped by the library near office and chanced upon this. It's actually part of a series.

There was also a "Volume of Darkness" novel that involved werewolves, orgies (which may or may not resulted in the death of a count) and Chang, a scarred China man? I would link it up on Amazon, but it appears that there at least a thousand hits for the search "Volume of Darkness" and damned if I can remember the author at this point in time.

Picked up Angela Carter's The Magic Toyshop and Snakebit: Confessions of a Herpetologist. O, the irony.

And now... back to gnawing my bacon loaf.

Uncle Karl's is floating somewhere on the internet. (Google is your friend.) Marc Jacob's starts off with a pigeon suit. (Amazon is your friend.) Now, we have Valentino's.



He has a lot of pugs for friends.