Slick is Chic

Oil spills are the new black. In response of the recent and much publicized Oil Spill tragedy on the Gulf Coast, Steven Meisel photographed a gut-wrenching editorial spread for Vogue Italia's September issue. It is both beautiful and painful all at the same time. Aesthetically striking and thought provoking.

Here are some photos from the spread:

So to all the nay-sayers of fashion -- questioning, no, opposing its legitimacy and validity as an art form. Here's some tar to smudge all over your smug faces. Here's to constantly having to defend myself and my art. Fuck you bitches!

P.S. Sorry I got really heated. I mean, it is oil after all. No but in all seriousness, I do constantly have to defend myself and stand-up for fashion and its validity as an art form. A lot of people out there consider it as frivolous, arbitrary, even unnecessary. I think otherwise, and this is but only one of the reasons supporting my cause.

That's Just Crazy Talk

Oh mah gawd! New and crazy things just continue to happen in my life. Gained a good five pounds (like I'm not gay fat enough), still procrastinating, oh yeah, and moved to another flat in sunny Greenpoint. With that said, I need new china, silverware, dining table, and sofa. Just kidding. HAHA. No but really. I have been looking for a new dining table because the one that I own now can only be used as a prop. It just cannot hold weight.

But as long as we are already talking about furniture and home decor, one of the reasons why I have not been posting lately is that I somehow have shifted my interests slightly from clothes to furniture. Since painting my new apartment, I have just been going around town to thrift stores, junk shops, and vintage furniture stores everywhere looking for some cheap-ass buys. To date, I have salvaged a solid wood coffee table from the street. A vintage coat rack for $50.00, and a small bench that I made into a reading table. I am going for this vintage, rustic, slightly steam punk look. I mean, I already live in sunny Greenpoint. Might as well go all the way.

P.S. Yes, I do call it sunny Greenpoint. Jealous?

One, I Don't Own Flats!

Fashion's back more emaciated, hungry for Chanel, and with a vengeance. I am talking about none other than Bravo's fashion fiend, Rachel Zoe. I. Literally. Just died.

The Rachel Zoe Project is back for a new season and aired last Tuesday, August 3, on Bravo. The team is back but with the noted absence of Taylor. Although we shall never hear Brad and Rachel squeak the name Taylor ever again, they still promise more awards season drama, fashion show stress, orgasms courtesy of Mr. Lagerfeld, 12-inch heels, and vertigo this season.

So excited! Can't you tell? Check your face in the mirror it's already drenched with pre-cum. As my friend Susan said on my voicemail after purchasing some patent leather Mary Janes, "It's another fashion victory!"

P.S. I think Brad is still one of the hottest creatures on this planet. :D Thoughts?