:::In what could only be an ode to the Vogue editrix herself, an army of Anna-clones stormed the runway at the Grand Palais for the Fall 2008 Chanel Haute Couture buffet. No, not show; BUFFET. Because it was so absolutely delicious and delectable, I had no choice but to eat it up! The bobbed models strutted in and around a stage design of massive silver tubes that created a ginormous organ as the centerpiece of the show.
:::Truly phenomenal, the collection was a mass of heavy wools, tailored tweeds, and pleated chiffons. One of my favorite collections from Karl in the last several seasons, he proved once again that like a Chanel bag, he only gets better with age. Click here for the entire slide show, or watch the video below. Have some tissues handy....you might drool!
:::Here's the NYT Style Section's 101 yummy picnic foods! Easy, cheap, and delicious.....just how I like it. Check it out here, then go have a fab summer picnic of your own!
:::I'm loving Forbes Special Report "Drink," an entire section of their website devoted to alcohol. No, I'm not an alchy, but I do like the sauce every now and again. What would we do without this most delicious of social lubricants?!? I was first just going to post something about one article, but then realized theres a slew of great pieces! Fun factoids, new trends, cautionary tales, and drinking stories with some cool cats.Check it out!
::I may have jumped the gun when I awarded the title of Ass Clown of the Week to that voice mail guy, because CLEARLY the clowns over at FOX News are of the ass variety as well....
"During a segment in which Fox & Friends co-hosts Steve Doocy and Brian Kilmeade labeled New York Times reporter Jacques Steinberg and editor Steven Reddicliffe "attack dogs," Fox News featured photos of Steinberg and Reddicliffe that appeared to have been digitally altered -- the journalists' teeth had been yellowed, their facial features exaggerated, and portions of Reddicliffe's hair moved further back on his head."
:::Read the entire Huffington Post article here....
:::You MUST listen to this! It's been going around email, YouTube, and the blogosphere for a little while now, and it is absolutely hilarious! This Dimitri character has won the honorable title of Ass Clown of the Week for his toolish, douchy voice message on some girl's phone. The first message sounds like he's interviewing her for a job; the second one just sounds like he's threatening her! What a crazy fucktard! Anyway, listen for yourself:
“Atlantic City is one of the most disgusting places in the world. It’s like Las Vegas got drunk and slept with South Jersey and this is their bastard child.” Anonymous
:::My triumphant return to AC this weekend after almost a decade was DEFINITELY more fun than the last trip; no swimming in a beach with waist-high seaweed? Upgrade! Being of legal gambling age? Check! My first foray into gambling was in Las Vegas this past March, also a first trip since my 21st. AC doesn't hold a candle to Vegas when it comes to general fun [No open container laws? Heaven in the Nevada desert!]; but Vegas seems tamer when it comes to the actual gambling. Aside from the scent of Bengay and oxygen tanks, AC crawling with gamble-aholics! HUGE poker rooms with hardcore players [a friend of a friend was there playing all day and all night, because it's basically his career; the night rounds let him pray on the rich, drunk ld men] and a giant space with massive plasmas devoted to horse race betting! The Dirty Jerz does NOT fuck around!
:::The Borgata was actually really nice, and the ratio of senior citizens to people under the age of 65 was pretty good, too. Great pasta! We were at Harrah's for about 30 seconds; with exception to the hilarious bitter & senile woman at the black jack table (Auntie!), it was not cute. If you want less of a geriatric experience, hit up The Borgata.
:::Anyway, I've been 21 for less than a year, and I've already been to Vegas and AC in the last few months; I'm not much of a gambler [I would be if I had extensive amounts of money for recreational spending.....Black Jack and Craps are faves!], but it seems like all of my male friends are addicted. I'm more of a lights-whore myself, and a big fan of anywhere cheesy enough that it makes me feel like I'm in an '80s movie. Neon lights & Peter Cetera? Fantastical!
ThisNYT article seemed appropriate for my weekend....
:::In what could only be an ode to the Vogue editrix herself, an army of Anna-clones stormed the runway at the Grand Palais for the Fall 2008 Chanel Haute Couture buffet. No, not show; BUFFET. Because it was so absolutely delicious and delectable, I had no choice but to eat it up! The bobbed models strutted in and around a stage design of massive silver tubes that created a ginormous organ as the centerpiece of the show.
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