Saturday, October 18, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Fashion Watch
So. I have to admit something. Though I am not a huge fan of Katie Holmes as a person, girl's got wicked style.
And my bud EK didn't do so badly herself this week...those Louboutin flats were a stellar buy! Also, I love how the original Pomp Mobile is featured subtly in the background - tres fabulous. I don't understand how the photographers found the 'hood, though. Stalkers. Geez.
And my bud EK didn't do so badly herself this week...those Louboutin flats were a stellar buy! Also, I love how the original Pomp Mobile is featured subtly in the background - tres fabulous. I don't understand how the photographers found the 'hood, though. Stalkers. Geez.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Betsy Ross Koller
You know those times when you type something completely vague and random into Google images and discover something surprising and wonderful? Well, tonight I typed in "pumpkin patch," and discovered Betsy Ross Koller prints. Delightful.
Koller displays tasteful whimsy, not to be confused with the exploitative, deplorable, nauseating fuzziness of Thomas Kinkade, who should be hung by his big toe for slandering the term "art" by applying it to his mass-produced drivel. I once watched a Dateline documentary on how Kinkade is slandering not only creativity, but also religion by implying that his works are divinely inspired. Last time I checked, Little Miss Muffet was not divine.
And poor Jesus. He has to deal with trying to posthumously defend himself against such foul claims of association. It is my guess that Jesus owns a few Berninis and Manets (I think he likes the theatricality of the former and the subject matter of the latter), but most definitely no Thomas Kinkades. At least, that's how I like to think of Jesus in my head. Just as I like to assume that he enjoys chocolate biscuits and caramel salted hot chocolate. And knows that when I utter words I didn't know I knew while driving in downtown Miami, that I am (at least 50% of the time!) quite sorry.
Koller displays tasteful whimsy, not to be confused with the exploitative, deplorable, nauseating fuzziness of Thomas Kinkade, who should be hung by his big toe for slandering the term "art" by applying it to his mass-produced drivel. I once watched a Dateline documentary on how Kinkade is slandering not only creativity, but also religion by implying that his works are divinely inspired. Last time I checked, Little Miss Muffet was not divine.
And poor Jesus. He has to deal with trying to posthumously defend himself against such foul claims of association. It is my guess that Jesus owns a few Berninis and Manets (I think he likes the theatricality of the former and the subject matter of the latter), but most definitely no Thomas Kinkades. At least, that's how I like to think of Jesus in my head. Just as I like to assume that he enjoys chocolate biscuits and caramel salted hot chocolate. And knows that when I utter words I didn't know I knew while driving in downtown Miami, that I am (at least 50% of the time!) quite sorry.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Guernsey
Just finished a most delicious book, and felt it only fitting to provide pictorial tribute.
You might notice that the last picture is of a cat sitting on a sweater and ask yourself, "Whatever does a cat on a sweater have to do with Guernsey, Britain?" The answer to your question is this:
absolutely nothing. I just happen to find cats that lounge on winter garments pleasing to the warming of my indelibly nerdy soul.
You might notice that the last picture is of a cat sitting on a sweater and ask yourself, "Whatever does a cat on a sweater have to do with Guernsey, Britain?" The answer to your question is this:
absolutely nothing. I just happen to find cats that lounge on winter garments pleasing to the warming of my indelibly nerdy soul.
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