Dreamy Mens and Dreamy Rhymes

One night in NY, my clever friend Brigham 

asked me if I got my 'knickers in Paris.'

I replied, 'No, NY.'

Oh man!  

I completely missed his play on words which was ridiculous because I had JUST been talking (Read: bragging) about my upcoming Jay Z + Kanye West concert.  AND I had just told him they played 'Ninjas in Paris' 3 times when my sister saw them in North Carolina and he said they played it 5 times in Atlanta.  


How many times would they play it in LA we wondered?  (More on that later.)

But back to my Mens in Paris.

The song has such simple rhymes that are a perfect mix of West Egg, East Egg and Ghetto Egg.  Geniuses!  


So in honor of Kanye's extensive fashion education that just won't stop, I took a trip to Saks to smell 'untitled,' Maison Martin Margiela's first perfume.  

Well it wasn't entirely for his honor, since the scent made its way to the US in April I alway stop at the Saks in NY (their display is better than the one in LA) to smell it.  

And isn't Saks on 5th Ave so pretty at Christmas?

I'm unsure about how I feel about wearing the perfume, which is why I'm content to just smell on occasion and not buy.




I almost bought the pen they created for Opening Ceremony but could not justify it when I already had an orange feather pen bought at the Folger Shakespeare Library in DC.  See how practical I am?

There was a great photo from Vogue which I could not find of the Margiela staff, including its head designer with obscured faces, wearing matching lab coats.     

I am so tempted to take advantage of Vogue's ridiculous offer to charge $1,575 for one year's access to their newly digitized 119 years of archives.  Then I could post the Margiela photo.  Maybe if was $1,575 for 5 years of access, but one year?  I'm not there yet.    

In the meantime I will just dream of the clothes: 

(I wouldn't really wear the plastic seat-cushion you put over your furniture to protect it form life.  But I would love to wear a mini-military coat.)

And the shoes!  

If I could rewind to 2009 I'd do everything I could to buy these:   

 Don't even get me started on the 'toe shoes.'

 Madness!

 I think Kanye would approve.

Dream Visitor and Friend

In honor of my most recent house guest,

I give you:

America's Skinniest House.

I do love me some Lithe Architecture.

My dear friend Stacey was such a lovely host when I went to visit her this fall. She let me wear clashing separates and orthopedic shoes to tour her picturesque town.

I promise to dress better this weekend.

Prime Minister of My Dreams

This is my last post about my last tripour beloved Capital, (I wonder if I would love it as much if Cowgirl Creamery and my lovely friend Stacey weren't there?)and of course it's British themed. I can't help it, Winston Churchill

is one of my favorite people and

he has such an adorable statue in DC.

I mean anyone who tells me,

'If you're going through hell, keep going'

is my kind of man.

So I'm going to keep going

Winston, with a smile on my face

and hopefully braids in my hair.

DC, I miss you already.

Day Dreaming in the Capital

I spent 8 hours walking around our fake Paris and it was a dream.

I had stikman to keep me company.

Roxy Paine was there to remind me that industrial

can also be organic (and so pretty to look at).

Doesn't this door remind you of that

other glorious capital, Mexico DF?

I know, me too.

'This is morality, this is eternity.'

And this is what Mark di Suvero created all by himself.

I almost spent half of my day at the National Gallery.

I've found that I have come to appreciate

Natural History museums in general

(and is this bird about to be impaled?).

The surprise of the day was how much I loved

the American History Museum.

They had peinetas,

letter openers of my dreams

(how easy would it be to crush those bones?),

and historical reproductions (um, I'm not sure how I feel about buying a Confederate-grey hat).

I am not an overly enthusiastic Wizard of Oz fan (I do love poppies though), but I thought this design was especially smart.

A day filled with countless (free) museums.

Thank You America and Thank You James Smithson.

Dream Lunch - D.C.

There are many things I love about our nation's capital, but the number 1 thing/ reason might be Cowgirl Creamery. You go in and sample cheeses and melt with happiness. The employees there are so nice they'll even let you sample 3 or 4 or 5 cheeses. I always get a sandwich AND a hunk of cheese and some bread. Basically I eat myself sick and it's worth it every time.

I don't want to sound like one of those pretentious people who talk about eating cheese and drinking wine in a park. Those people drive me crazy. And I don't listen to jazz either. But I do usually sit in the mall and eat a hunk of cheese and drink lemonade. . . in my Parisian skirt with my sequin purse laying next to me on a charming wooden bench. . . there I go again. I can't help it.

But seriously, I crave this place like the

lactose intolerant dairy junkie that I am.

Dreaming of Rainy Days

I'm flying to DC this weekend and even though I missed Irene

it will still be raining everyday

so maybe I should adopt a Mary Poppins wardrobe?

You know, for the umbrella.

And the hat.

And the bow tie.

I'd start off with a striped Pagoda umbrella

from Umbrellas.Net.

Maybe I should bring a Parasol too,

in case the sun comes up --

and for jumping into chalk drawings.

Don't worry I'll have my version of a bottomless

carpetbag to bring all this along.

That's because I'd bring 10 iomoi canvas bags

with different designs on each.

Naturally, I'll turn to Maison Michelle

for a perfect, tiny-brimmed hat.

I better have an Apron from Anthropologie--

so those kids' sticky little hands

don't get my nice outfit dirty.

Plus this one is called 'Tea-And-Crumpets,' brilliant!

Of course I'll bring my tie to complete the look.

Ah never mind, I already had my flying nanny days.

Plus I don't know any children in The Capital.

Maybe I'll keep the tie

and go for a Victor/Victoria look.