Ooops.

This photo makes me say that.

Delicious...

Back in the days of the hilarious Rushmore, who ever thought Jason Schwartzman would turn out like this? I mean, I love him either way, but that Polaroid makes me melt a little...

Back on the Bike...

..and it feels so good. I missed my little guy. Rode it to the train this morning for the first time since the weather turned winter so many dreary months ago. Another good way to start the day; things are all happening! And hopefully soon it will be as beautiful as it was this day two summers ago.

Sometimes It's Just Nice to Wake Up Next to Someone...

Usually if anyone or anything wakes me up at 7:30 in the morning I would be pissed and oh so cranky, I mean that is my last hour of precious sleep right there. But for some reason when this furry creature got in bed and even under the covers with me this morning, it was actually quite a nice surprise (and so cute I had to take a pic). Maybe I’m lonely or something and maybe Storm is too (his mama is out of town), but cuddling with him this am when I could still barely open my eyes was such a nice way to start the day….and it’s not too often I am in a great mood in the morning.

On second thought, are these the first signs before turning into a crazy cat lady?

Random Sunday

NEW YORK CITY—Bookkeepers 1965

That hair, I just don't know what to say...

Love Walls

Maybe these will make you smile...or maybe not.

Happy Birthday Miss Smith!

28 (shit! It's your golden bday) years ago today my darling roommate and dear dear friend came into the world to brighten up everyone's lives; we are all so lucky. I feel this picture pays great tribute to the girl who eats more popcorn than anyone I know. What is even more impressive is that we don't even own a microwave. Love you Lady Sarah. Have a blast hiking the forests and taking over the dive bars of good old Fairfax, we'll keep the kitties occupied.

And here's a pic of her just looking pretty...

Late Night Fun at 101 Waverly

I know, I know I promised no more outfit posts, but this just too good to pass up. It's amazing how you can add some earrings and a few buttons to a somewhat normal outfit, and out comes this ridiculous crazy woman from 1988. And maybe a few glasses of wine...peculiar.

Fuck Off!

Sad yet brilliant. Their bodies seem to even match...

My Not Really Daily O

Can we just have a beer?

Maybe. Read some stuff here about my man about town.

Mommymobile

This photo makes me smile...Hilarious and quite possibly maybe me in 10 years?

Thanks Copenhagen Cycle Chic.

To Die For...

Oh Joaquin, you are just too adorable all young and skinny in 1995 (I love that movie). But don’t worry; I still love you even with that crazy beard. Well of course, I love beards. Anyway it’s not just that face/lip that gets me, your childhood fascinates me: cults, River, all of it...

In 1968, Arlyn left her family and moved to California, later meeting Phoenix's father while hitch-hiking. They married in 1969, then later joined the religious cult the Children of God. They began traveling throughout South America.

His parents eventually became disillusioned with the Children of God; they made the decision to leave the cult and returned to the U.S. in 1978. They changed their last name to "Phoenix" to symbolize a new beginning. This was also around the time Phoenix had begun calling himself "Leaf", desiring to have a similar nature-related name like his siblings (he was inspired by spending time outdoors raking leaves with his dad). This is the name he would use as a child actor; at fifteen, he changed it back to 'Joaquin'.

In order to provide food and financial support for the family, the Phoenix children performed on the streets and at various talent contests, singing and playing instruments. In Los Angeles his mother started working as a secretary for NBC, and his father worked as a landscaper. Joaquin and his siblings were eventually discovered by one of Hollywood's leading children's agents, Iris Burton, who got the five children acting work, mainly doing commercials and television show appearances.[10] Phoenix went on to establish himself a child actor before deciding to withdraw from acting for a while and travel to Mexico and South America with his father.

Phoenix came back into public view under tragic circumstances: on October 31, 1993, his brother, River Phoenix, suffered a fatal drug overdose and died, outside the famed Hollywood nightclub The Viper Room, which was owned by Johnny Depp. Joaquin's call to 911 to save his brother was recorded and repeatedly played over the airwaves and on television. The sudden media intrusion into his life proved to be too overwhelming; once again, he retreated from the public eye. A year later, at the insistence of his friends, Phoenix reluctantly re-entered the world of acting.

I'm So Glad You're Back...

Gossip Girl shot by Terry Richardson


Even though these new plot lines are giving me a bit of anxiety.

My Daily O

President Obama at a Roosevelt Room budget meeting in January.

Makes my day seem a little less stressful. But broccoli rabe was in the healthy meal in the cafeteria today, so I actually feel fine.

Read the story here.

Guess the Year...

Hint: it's not Williamsburg 2009.


Hell's Angels 1965

My (Every Other) Daily O

Last night on 20/20... Cheney is the devil.

Nice Bottoms

Shorts with tights and bright florals. My fave.

The Only Thing I Love About LA...

The architecture. Those houses in the Hollywood Hills just make me want to once again wrap my hair in a headscarf, throw on some big sunglasses and sip a dirty martini as I bask in the late afternoon sun. Oh yes, the sun. Right about now (it’s still freezing) I can add that on to my list of things I love about La La Land, oh and of course my three dear dear friends who live there. Will you guys get a house like this please so we can play old records and live glamorously?

WTF!?! #3

At Least 14 Are Killed in Plane Crash in Montana... And they crashed into the Holy Cross Cemetery and burst into flames upon impact.

What the fuck is going on: skiing trips and plane crashes...Was this always how it was?

Now I feel guilty about putting Lindsay Lohan on my WTF list. She don't deserve it.

Random Sunday

I guess we are all just shit of luck then.

I am listening to Beck Sea Change, and that's never good...and certainly not a way to pump myself up for laundry day.

Thanks Ffffound.

Un Jour Venteux

Embarrassing moments can be oh so lovely in Paris. Let's go...




Thanks StyleSightings.

WTF!?1 # 2

I loved Jem and the Holograms, but this shit is just silly. Splash. Smash. Crash. Glam. Pink. Heart. Oh Lindsay.

WTF?!? Why?

So much for wishes, it was snowing today on my way to work! Snowing, yes! It's the first day of spring. This is absolutely uncalled for, so I gaze into this photo and imagine how I would feel if this really was my view.

My Daily O

Michelle Obama is putting a vegetable garden in the White House backyard, and she is having DC elementary students help her do it. This makes me happy. Because local food and health education is key, but also because my dad always had a one wherever we lived and still does, well not in his NYC apt. Have you ever tasted a tomato right off the plant? It’s the most amazing thing ever.

The Obamas will feed their love of Mexican food with cilantro, tomatilloes and hot peppers. Lettuces will include red romaine, green oak leaf, butterhead, red leaf and galactic. There will be spinach, chard, collards and black kale. For desserts, there will be a patch of berries. And herbs will include some more unusual varieties, like anise hyssop and Thai basil. A White House carpenter who is a beekeeper will tend two hives for honey.

Make a Wish...

Maybe this little mutant can grant it.

I wish for the sun to show it's face.

Song on Repeat: "Crazy Love, Vol. 2"

I got some disheartening but somewhat freeing bad news yesterday and for some reason ever since then I can’t stop listening to Paul Simon’s “Crazy Love, Vol. 2” over and over again.


Is that crazy, love?


And look at that sweet ‘stache/tight pants. Amazing.

Death Becomes Her...

I am sure some people would find this look a bit frightening, but I’m totally into it. You know I fall for almost everything she does. Maybe this one is just because my skin is a bit ghostly as well and my hair certainly has that rat nest thing going on.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

My uncle took this pic on St. Patty's Day (or the day of shamrocks and elves as my mom would say) in Dublin. Pretty amazing.

Ooops, I forgot to wear green.

Auntie Magel

Have I mentioned that I now have a new name among my family? Unbenost to one another, both Andrew and Catherine (they equal one) and then Maisie and crew, came up with this brilliant moniker. Yes Magel, like Bagel with an M. Yup, classy. When I visited Andrew and Catherine last year they found great enjoyment in making up songs about me using the name Magel, usually to some sort of jolly tune. They have a habit of breaking out into song at any given moment. Oh amour. And well Maisie you know, just tried to say Megan and out came Magel. So of course Aaron and Deanna caught on and then Michael, and behold Aunt Magel…

Team Hepburn or Team Monroe?

It’s the modern day Jen v. Angie, well without the husband stealing, baby farms and “uncool” quotes. I wonder if these two even knew each other...Anyway, after I posted the Marilyn entry the other day, Diebel got to talking about how women are either Marilyn girls or Audrey girls — the waif brunette versus the voluptuous blonde. But I have to say, I love them both — I even have a photo of each star on my mantel. The minute I am leaning toward Marilyn, I think of Audrey and her little black dress. And the minute I am leaning toward Audrey, I think of Marilyn and her tragically sad eyes. Maybe it’s just the Gemini in me but I think it might be just too hard for me to choose. Are you are Audrey or a Marilyn?

Random Sunday

Esquire Cover July 1973

Sometimes it's good to just be straightforward.

My Daily O

Michelle’s prom picture is pretty sweet, seems like she was always fashion forward and not afraid to show some skin. I mean look at that slit — that is some serious leg. If you got it, why not? I do understand how arms make more sense for her now though being in the White House and all.

So Much to Love

Oh Beth! Oh Kate! Oh little Kate Protégé! Oh cheeky pint! Oh pale girl with the red glasses! Brilliant.

Sometimes I Do Wish I Had Cable...

A Thin Line Between Fashion and Ridiculousness

Is it a dress? A sweater? An over-sized blazer? Whatever it is, I love it. I have always been a fan of over-sized anythings made into short short dresses, I would have to say it is one of my signature styles — so naturally I fell for this number. Garance Dore said this girl must have forgotten her skirt at home. I say, who needs a skirt?

Speaking of not wearing bottoms, yesterday I interviewed Jesse McCartney (oh my job) and as I was waiting for him I got into a conversation with his PR lady who also represents Lady Gaga. Of course I had to mention something about the fact that the pop starlet never wears pants; her response was so funny to me that I had to jot it down. In all seriousness with not even a hint of sarcasm (that is what made it so brilliant) she says to me:

“She doesn’t mind pants, she just happens to have a lot of outfits that don’t involve pants. But honestly, she has nothing against pants.”

Thank God, I thought she had some traumatic pants experience when she was younger or something. And I can’t really talk about Lady Gaga and her lack of wearing pants without relaying her infamous quote on the matter.

“My grandmother is basically blind, but she can make out the lighter parts, like my skin and hair,” the “Just Dance” star says. “She says, ‘I can see you, because you have no pants on.’ So I’ll continue to wear no pants so that my grandma can see me.”

Free Love Man

In high school I was a part of this program where instead of writing reports and taking tests about those necessary subjects, we wrote plays, put on performances and shot films to show what we’d learned. Oh to feel the free love of a teenager in hippie Marin. Maybe that’s what inspired me to convince my history teacher that Joan Baez was in fact a historical figure — no I just really wanted to wear flowers in my hair, a peasant blouse and bell-bottom jeans while carrying around my friend’s guitar when everybody else was dressed up as Abraham Lincoln and Harriet Tubman.

Isn’t that photo amazing? Thanks CS.

My Daily O

Hee hee.