La Femme Invisible returns.
A few encouraging words can go a long way in terms of kicking my ass into action again. Umar, no idea who you are, but thanks.
The last couple of months have been a whirlwind of life changes and I have neglected my poor little tangle. My page needs to be oiled. Hopefully I will maintain a more regular posting schedule for the four people who regularly check up on me.
In the meantime, check out the Facebook page and art project of my BFF Antonia. It’s sort of a commentary on Facebook and how we “deface” our identities in addition to constructing new ones. She goes around staging these blank events where she brings masks and hands them out (yes, she is that girl, always handing out creepy blank masks), and just sort of lets things happen. I have participated in a few and it’s interesting to see how people change when they put the mask on. Not to mention the photos are totally disturbing and amazing. Also look at White Families series on her website, which is a similar theme with portraits of families with faces completely blanched out.
The two below are my absolute favorites. Not party shots, but no less interesting in styling and set direction. I love the rich, bright colors, textures, and patterns contrasted with the completely emotionless, featureless face. These are from an album appropriately titled ME ME ME.
My favorites, Diptyque, (whose e-commerce site is finally up and running) are at this very moment launching a new fragrance in Paris: Eau Duelle. My spies sent me this picture of the festivities. Which reminds me, I need to get over to Bleeker Street for a refill. Le sigh.
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Tagged art, boyfriend, paris
Despite having the best manicure of my life last week at Rescue Beauty, these are making me want to venture back into nail art territory. Thanks, SK…
Yesterday walking into Chelsea Market I passed the man himself, Christian Louboutin. He was about my height, wearing his signature ivory suit and fedora. I cursed myself for not bringing my new pair to the cobbler to be resoled so I could have whipped them out of my bag and begged him to sign them. As he walked away I could see he was wearing a pair of his own white leather chukka boots, signature red soles flawless, of course. Afterward, I abruptly bumped into Philippe Petit of Man on Wire fame. Just an all-around good day for Parisians in NY. Then I went into the market and had myself a crepe.
1. The Brief, Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Díaz
2. Kitchen Confidential, Anthony Bourdain
3. Becoming Jane Eyre, Sheila Kohler
4. The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion
5. Coco Chanel and Igor Stravinsky, Chris Greenhalgh
Things I love: Kylie, artsy fartsy shit, Mary-Mary. Things I don’t love: Elle UK or really any other UK fashion rag (just trashy imitations of better US and French magazines). But after seeing the below, they are close to winning me back.
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“Hope & Fear is the external manifestation of internal desires and paranoia that are adrift in contemporary American society. What are we afraid of? What do we love? How does our society function, and what does it worship?” – Mr. Toledano
Once again, lots of questions from one of my favorite photogs, Phillip Toledano. He designed these costumes himself to represent these various “internal desires,” “paranoia,” and other societal inclinations. Below: the ubiquitous franken-titties; god-of-war armament against evil-doers; a portrait of masculine fecundity and a coat of many colors; gropers anonymous; and I’m all ears. So, which ones are hopes and which are fears?
