christmas for jews

wearing vintage Gap shorts, UO tights, J. Crew sweater and belt, gifted bracelet, vintage rings, and YSL shoes

Sure, Hanukah is nice and all, but there's still something magical about Christmas--from the frantic last minute shopping to the 24-hour back-to-back showings of Elf on TNT to the fact that it's the one day of the year you can get away with not answering irate work emails (dude, it's CHRISTMAS). I loves it.

I hope everyone enjoyed the holiday regardless of religious preference, because let's be honest, modern Christmas is really about unplugging and enjoying friends and family and dogs wearing ridiculous costumes.

Kobe the Christmas Elf

I'll be showing off my new shit over the next few posts, but the YSL beauties above are my yearly shoe splurge. (See last year's here and the year before that here.) I figure I can afford one exorbitantly overpriced pair of footwear a year as long as I stay in the same tax bracket.

less than 48 hours left...

wearing LL Bean children's sweater, Club Monaco jeans, Old Navy plaid shirt, Banana Republic bag, Ebay Roper boots, sunglasses from costume shop

Copped the perfect fisherman's sweater from L.L. Bean's kid's catalog that I'm already wearing the snot out of. It's warm as hell, totally not itchy, and from the looks of the fashion blogosphere, SO HOT RIGHT NOW:

images via Hanneli's blog, FashionBananas

Still struggling to find a few last-minute Christmas gifts...I am an amazing procrastinator.

people you should be paying homage to: tammy faye bakker

I recently had the pleasure of seeing The Eyes of Tammy Faye, a truly strange documentary about the First Lady of Televangelism that verges into mocumentary territory--but that outlines with the utmost precision Tammy's commitment to her faith, her unflagging optimism, subsequent gay-icon status, and of course, her obsession with makeup. She was actually a pretty cool lady, if for no other reason than that she refused to adhere to the typical "Christian" rejection of gays, and was one of the first (and only) Evangelists to embrace the HIV positive community. Anyone with a taste for kitsch should definitely see it. And maybe tomorrow, put on a few more coats of mascara (the equivalent of pouring one out) in Tammy's honor.

merry merry jingle balls

top to bottom: Deer antlers (craigslist find for $25), posing for pictures with my sister, spiked apple cider, festive holiday manicure, an embellished tree branch
Hosted a little holiday shindig last night. Except for when a case of beers caught on fire, the night actually went off without a hitch. We made spiced cider, put the psychedelic yule log on my new flat screen TV (best OnDemand feature ever) and gorged ourselves on home baked goodies. It's always fun to see how many people you can fit into awkwardly shaped Victorian-era apartments.

headdress

"Medea" VNFOLD Issue #3 2010 Shot by Antonella Arismendi via Fashioncopious

 Let's just carry on as if I haven't been radio silent for the past two weeks, shall we?

shiny buckles

wearing vintage Albert Nippon wool dress, vintage buckle pumps, Banana Republic jacket, necklace from Stein Mart

I love these shoes. They remind me of the Roger Vivier pumps here. They're also sort of oddly, obnoxiously perfect for Thanksgiving.

I also just discovered that Sephora carries Illamasqua nail polish and I'm dying to get my hands (literally, har har) on the molten red Scarab. Imagine how fantastic it would look for the holidays:

new loves

images on left via Purse n Boots, images on right via (IN)Decorous Taste

Proof that one good thing usually leads to another... I've been obsessing over two new blogs lately. Special thanks to BleachBlack for turning me on to (IN)Decorous Taste and Tattoologist for leading me to the wonderful world of Purse n Boots. Now if you'll excuse me I have some stalking to do.

i will not

I didn't buy any of the Lanvin for H&M stuff because I was the dumb bitch who showed up on Sunday and casually asked if there were any pieces left. Would I have liked to get my hands on some of it? Sure. The sunglasses are about in my price range. I'm sure those would have been nice. But will I lose sleep over it, spend the rest of my life in a regretful funk, OR pay some opportunistic little housewife running an ebay side business a 500% retail mark-up for one of the sold-out pieces? FUCK NO.

I mean really, $315 for a pair of sunglasses that cost $20 retail? To say that this defeats the purpose of the whole exercise is a profound understatement.

im not here

wearing Marc by Marc Jacobs cashmere sweater, vintage blouse, thrifted Wrangler cut offs, H&M tights, random socks, Dolca Vita booties

It is colder than Donkey balls up in this bitch. Where's my turkey?!?! I don't want to work tomorrow. 

To illustrate how I feel about this situation, I've pasted the same picture of myself glancing reproachfully over my shoulder into a photograph of an ancient, rotting mental institution. Take that Tyler Momsen. I am more emo than you. YOU PEONS COULD NEVER CONCEIVE OF THE DEPTH AND BREADTH OF MY GENIUS. Or my affinity for photo collages...

pretty unpretty face

top to bottom: image via Love Aesthetics, image via Ben Trovato, Jak & Jill, unknown

Oddly depressing weekend. Sunday night. Harrumph.

Grey lipstick and bruise-colored eyeshadow have never seemed so fitting.

oh you fancy, huh?

wearing J. Crew sweatshirt sweater, F21 skirt (wish it was a tad bit longer), Dolce Vita boots, hippie fair necklace, F21 bangle, vintage bag, brandless sunglasses from costume shop

Pictures above were taken when I went to see the Elle Decor Showhouse with my mom this weekend. Each room was decorated by a different interior designer, and while I found the home in its entirety to be painfully overdone, I did fall in love with every single one of its luxuriously appointed bathrooms. I suppose you don't know what luxury is until you sit on a self-flushing/cleaning/closing/heated toilet. Here's to one day living that dream.

fashion anathema: the victoria's secret fashion show

A Victoria's Secret fashion show may be the only place you can see Behati Prinsloo swathed in a deflated soccer ball and silver tape:







This shit looks like it was conceived during a late-night binge drinking session by a club promoter whose idea of fashion has been gleaned entirely from lap dances and role-playing scenes in Olympic Sluts Part IV. It's Vegas meets I CAN'T.

i'm lazier than you

wearing Calvin Klein blazer, J Crew silk top, gifted Urban Outfitters skirt (thanks SMB!!), vintage bag, pin, Zara flats, random sunglasses, trusty Timex watch

The extent of my laziness is widely recognized and unwavering. Por ejemplo, I've needed new toothpaste for about a week now, and instead of just going to Walgreens and picking up a new tube, I've resorted to cutting the old tube open to scrape any last remnants of goo from the inside. Actually, this doesn't make me lazy. It would be far easier to buy a new tube than it has been to surgically excise the toothpaste from the spent tube. Maybe stubborn is a more apt description.

Anyhoo, speaking of laziness, my co-worker ordered this skirt off of Urban Outfitters for $7 and when it  arrived and didn't give her that good tingle in the panties (like all good clothes do) she gave it to me rather than trek to the post office and return it. So in the case of her laziness, there is a beneficiary, namely me, and I guess that doesn't count so much as laziness either. I dunno, moral of the story is I got a skirt for free and that's cool.

fall back

wearing J. Crew blouse, H&M sweater, vintage wool skirt that belonged to my mom, Made by Elves booties, vintage belt and bracelets, random necklace from a hippie fair
Besides choking my spleen and at least one kidney, this skirt is alarmingly perfect. Thanks, mom.

this. i can't.

Cassie (claim to fame: Diddy's part-time ball waxer) rocking some serious NAIL. (source: Wah Nails)