The Marc Jacobs Experiment.

Coming soon. Sit tight.

Ok, so how long have you been sitting tight? A very long time. I apologize. I ran out of time to waste on the internet.

Anywho, the point of this blog was how a hollow Marc Jacobs bag can earn a person respect. Before the shopping bag came into play, people would give my friend and I scornful looks and would just push their way through. After buying some very cheap and uninteresting things at Marc Jacobs, I politely asked for a large shopping tote. The cashier was a realllly big dick about it but I had no time to hold hands with dignity. We left the store with new souls. Citizens on the streets of NYC would, check it, SMILE at us and say 'sorry' when they slammed their asses into my huge M.Jac bag. Then they'd kiss the corner of my shopping bag and say a prayer.

Point is, kids, that a shopping bag with a designer's name on it is a terrible way to earn respect. If you don't have one on your shoulder, you're treated like a dog. If you are carrying one, regardless of what's inside cause people don't see what's in there unless it's transparent, then you're treated like a human, or even a king.

By the way, I bought two condoms and a hair pin. Suckas.

Throw some C's on this bitch???

Your guess is just as good as mine. But I have the answers, so sit indian style in a circle and hear me out.

This dude is turning 17 or turned 17, whatever, I don't care. Posts a bulletin on myspace 'Look at this I'm 17 and I got this'. I click and I see what could've been a ringworm infection gone bad. So, I cleverly ask him, "Chanel or Crystal Castles?" Not like I actually was serious. Maybe this was some tribal symbol and he'd intelligentally dismiss my not-so-intelligent and sarcastic guess by saying 'Au contraire, senorita, this was my family's crest back when the Spaniards settled Florida or something, small pox, died.' That didn't make any sense but at least you know what level of intelligency this dude has. Also, my antibiotics are making me feel so nice right now. So nice.

Anyway. He answers with "Lol, Chanel. Not Crystal Castles, if I put a band name it would have been Radiohead<33"

My point is, if you're gunna get a tattoo, get one with at least a bit of meaning. Another example. I know this girl. When her father passed, she got a tattoo in his memory. It was cute. A few months later, she got another one dedicated to him and it was even cuter (not the tattoo but the thought of getting yet another one for her dad). Then she got six other ones and it wasn't even cute. Now she looks like a biker at the age of 18. Another idea would be to limit the meaningful tattoos to maybe like two or three and not fifteen. Otherwise you look very confused and obsessive. Kinda like a PC when it's frozen. Or a scratched up cd. Love antibiotics.

I'm not here to sway anyone's opinions or change people. Just sharing my ideas. If it's your style to tattoo the chanel logo for no reason upon turning 17, go for it. If it's your style to tattoo a dozen of the same tattoos in different locations on your body, I'm not stopping you. I'll just make fun of it on here. No hard feelings.

Music for you to eat.

I am not feeling my best so there will be no witty remarks in this post. A weekend full of drinking and smoking (the finest things) has caught up with me and I look like I danced with the devil all night long.

For those who do not know me, I am obsessed with music. Good music, of course. Otherwise, I'd have some sort of social life that didn't revolve around French House music and lurking blogs that I do not understand to extract more music to listen to and to slow down my computer as much as possible. Whew. Exactly why I'm not majoring in journalism anymore. Love run on sentences.

Anyway, with that being said, I am very, very picky with my music. If it doesn't impress me within a certain time limit, I exile it from my iTunes. These gentlemen impress me greatly, not because one is a good friend and the other added me on MySpace (guided by fate)... but because they simply know how to make shit that doesn't suck. Fin.

Listen. Download. Add. Befriend. And spread the news, these boys are hot hot hot.



http://www.myspace.com/thedekoi

DJ Dekoi - Uffie/Eurythmics Mash-up (Pop The Glock/Sweet Dreams) (zshare)




http://www.myspace.com/djoptimusgrime

Optimus Grime Mini Mix (zshare)

Louis La Roche - Love (Optimus Grime Edit) (zshare)

Optimus Grime - Naked (Original Mix) (zshare)

I did the unthinkable.

I cleaned out H&M... of all the good things. Which were 6 things. What's going on?


My favorite was this dress. It saves me some time from putting on a white shirt and then tucking it into my high waisted skirt. Thanks, H&M, for inventing the next best combined thing since the spork.








Also, here's today's outfit. What makes this outfit so special isn't because I paid no more than $30 for it... it's because I didn't pay all that much money for it. Seriously, though.

Shirt made by Jawmaker, who hails from BK and has a pretty sweet camera collection. Thanks, John, for inviting me over.

Here's a better look at the shirt, which I might add, is printed on American Apparel. I guess that means it's eco-friendly or something. Every shirt is hand-painted and guaranteed unique. Check out more designs on his website or be a creep and stalk him down in Union Square. Whatever's more convenient for you.

http://www.jawmaker.com/

Back from paradise.

Vacation was so good. A week of relaxation and seclusion that I really needed. My daily ritual consisted of waking up, getting a free breakfast (not continental, sa-weet), going back upstairs to change into a bathing suit, laying out on the beach, going in the pool, then the jacuzzi if it wasn't full with people, out to dinner, then went out to do stuff (such as mini golfing, shopping, walking around the boardwalk, etc), back to the hotel, and back out on the beach 'til the early morning hours. Whew. Longest sentence in the world. Typical day on vacay. Loved it. Miss it.


Here are a few photos from my trip.

Here's a tiny playlist of the songs I constantly listened to on the beach everyday.

1. "Discopolis" - Lifelike & Kris Menace

2. "Janet/WHYD4ML (Space Cowboy Remix) - Loose Cannons

3. "Mer Du Japon (Kris Menace Remix)" - Air

4. "Hard To Explain" - The Strokes

5. "Heartbreaker (Kris Menace Remix)" - Metronomy

6. "I'm a Dreamer" - Amber

7. "From Now On" - Nada Surf

8. "No Substitue Love (Treasure Fingers Remix)" - Estelle

9. "72 Virgins (Blood Beetroots Remix) - Shitdisco

10. "Chasing Pavements" - Adele

11. "Embrace (feat. Ladyhawke)" - Pnau

12. "With You Forever" - Pnau

13. "So High" - Van She

14. "Beautiful (Electric Blue) (Michael Gray Remix)" - Cicada

15. "G" - Reggie & the Full Effect

16. "Cross The Dancefloor (Lifelike Remix)" - Treasure Fingers

17. "What's Up Fatlip (Breakbot Remix)" - Fatlip

18. "Wild Strawberries" - Pnau

19. "Stay Away" - The Honorary Title

20. "Chrome Knight (feat. Chromeo)" - Surkin

21. "Alpha Centauri" - Roman Salzger

22. "Embrace (feat. Ladyhawke) (Fred Falke & Miami Horror Remix) - Pnau

23. "One Inch Badge Pin (Bag Raiders Remix)" - Muscles

24. "Lose Control (Fred Falke Remix)" - Kish Mauve

25. "Silikon (Siriusmo Remix)" - Modeselektor feat. Sasha Perea

26. "8:08pm @ the Beach" - Fred Falke

Diggin' it.

Fashion articles bore me. They're horrible, especially the ones from Nylon. I feel like I'm reading a calculus lecture. Quite frankly, I am no longer captivated by the sudden need for paper-thin eco-friendly denim or the new aspiring straight-out-of-brooklyn hipster designer who hand sews his trashbag-esque curtain/dresses in the darkest room of his $3k a month flat. I don't care. That's not interesting. However, today I happened to stumble upon an article that made me read from beginning to finish, something I haven't done in a long time.
There is a 16 year old Russian girl named Kira Plastinina galavantering this earth and I want her life. This girl is so unbelievably bomb, seriously. When she's not being a regular teenager, she's designing clothing and opening up boutiques all over the United States. She opened up one right by my home, in SoHo and oh, that's just the beginning. The 14 soon-to-be-opened stores in America are no comparison to the 42 that are already opened all over Russia. Not only that, but her style is very Betsey Johnson-ish with a dab of cotton candy on the side. Did I mention it's affordable, too? Clothing is priced along the lines of Urban Outfitters or Brooklyn Industries.

"It doesn't have hearts all over it[...]" - Kira

Peak this.

Also! I am in love, and when I say I'm in love, I mean, I'm HEAD OVER HEALS in love with the new Gucci bags. Reminds me of my childhood in Poland in some strange way. The bag in the photo isn't the exact bag I'm referring to, but it's close enough. For the exact purse, lurk any fashion magazine and it's on the new Gucci ad. Yes, the one with the bunny rabbits. Cute, right?

http://www.gucci.com/

The purpose of this blog is that there is no purpose. I already got you on the edge of your seat. Ready?