Friday Afternoon Pick Me Up
September 13, 2013 § Leave a comment
When Boyfriend and I are traveling, I will center itineraries around the restaurants I want to try. Brunch is a near exclusive destination for quality time with girlfriends, as are happy hours. When I’m visiting my parents, I will be fed by my mother every two hours, no less, perhaps more. I get irritated when menus are far too extensive, because realistically, I want to try more things than my stomach will allow. Our social and intimate lives revolve around food, which is entirely the reason I could never diet (also, the total lack of self control), so I can’t imagine not being able to enjoy it as voraciously as I do now.
That’s why this article struck me as so heartbreaking. And hungry. Don’t take your stomach for granted.
It had been a long time since I had experienced such satisfying fullness. There was comfort and exuberance, a familiar feeling like a long embrace, a coming in from the cold — that I fear I will not know again. I know I will mourn my loss. Because for me, food — and eating it with abandon — is about shared experience. It’s about love and memory and the capacity to conquer even the worst hours with something warm and wonderful.
-excerpt from Anna Stoessinger’s 2011 article in the New York Times.
“Tom Ford tuxedos for no reason”
September 9, 2013 § Leave a comment
I’m no expert of fashion, evident in the fact there are plenty of designers whose names I butcher rather horrifically, but I am fondly appreciative of it. I subscribe and read (yes, read, not just look at photos and smell perfume samples) an ample amount of fashion magazines, and The Man Repeller is a daily favorite. Magazines like Esquire, Elle, Vogue, Vanity Fair, and a dozen others regularly have strong articles (on a multitude of subjects besides fashion), written by writers I’m a big fan of.
I have a pretty good sense of humor and an adequate grasp on reality to take shit too seriously. I try not to belittle sartorial endeavors, but I also understand that there are far more important things in this world than the shade of denim I’m wearing this season. Sometimes, I’ll come across a feature that I find a bit ludicrous, but most times I’ll just let it pass by. But this past weekend, as I was perusing through my stack of September issues, I caught something in Elle that left a pretty sour taste in my mouth.
And the more I looked back at it, the deeper my eyebrows furrowed. By no means am I a political anything, but I found myself growing increasingly irritated at the word choices of Joe Zee:
(from Elle)
Yes, let’s take one of the most regressed and oppressed regimes in the world and turn it into a mockery for your couture needs. I mean, this seems like a caricature of itself for it to be real, something along the lines of this:
Could you imagine overhearing something like, “You look so oppressively fierce girl, so North Korean of you” dropped in casual conversation? Or “Girl, you are totally channeling Kim Jong Un right now, so dictatorially chic!” How offensive would this be? Some analogies are just too tacky to be used colloquially.
It’s shit like this, fashion, that makes you such an easy target for ridicule. Why are you begging for people not to take you seriously?
Friday Afternoon Pick Me Up
September 6, 2013 § Leave a comment
In keeping up with NYFW (where I don’t really keep up), I read this in the latest MASSIVE issue of Elle. Also, she mentions Rudyard Kipling, so, you know, this one was a no brainer.
“As little as five years ago, being an It Girl was not considered a rainmaking profession – indeed, it wasn’t considered a profession at all. It was something more ephemeral, not to mention rare. But this age of personal branding (i.e., self-promotion), street-style photography, and 24-7 image consumption on countless blogs has given rise to a new breed of woman for whom maintaining “It” is a lucrative, coveted, full-time- and, frankly, exhausting sounding- job.”
– excerpt from Amanda FitzSimons’s article in the September issue of Elle.
soopastryheart 