Radio 84

I'm not dead.

2009-02-08T08:37:00.000-08:00

I'm just too busy falling in love.

http://www.myspace.com/pegaseinthesky
http://www.myspace.com/classixxmusic
www.myspace.com/ladycitizen69
www.myspace.com/digitalorganictherapy

RIP TELEFON TEL AVIV.

2009-01-28T10:21:00.000-08:00

Charles Cooper

1977-2009

This Christmas...

2008-12-05T14:03:00.000-08:00

(G; I already have Love and Baby, Music, and Angel aren't my style)

I'm not asking for much.

I'm still alive.

2008-12-05T12:49:00.000-08:00

cred: littlepaperplanes

If you listen hard, it sounds like 'Devotion' is being said.

Habla Dabla - Emotion (Daft Punk cover)

Daft Punk - Emotion

I don't play games.

2008-11-08T13:57:00.000-08:00

Thanks, Bebe! I was gunna get a new Blackberry. Whoops.

We will never forget tonight.

2008-11-05T16:33:00.000-08:00

Lack of originality is pissing me off.

2008-11-04T18:22:00.000-08:00

It's election night, btw. Awesome. It's like Christmas and New Years Eve all at the same time.

I came back to this blog to lay down a little rant. It regards people who quote popular blogs on a daily bases. Really? Do you lack a personality and life so much that you need to rely on another person's sarcasm to take it's place?
I understand inside jokes. I understand laughing along with things. Believe me, I understand. But this has reached a level of ridiculous. I would not be suprised if these people refresh their homepage every five minutes to feed their soul-less life. I simply don't get why you'd devote 90% of your life to reading and worshiping a blog. A really fuckin' stupid one at that. If you figure out the answer, don't hesitate to email me. I am completely bewildered.

Christmas came a little early.

2008-10-22T08:45:00.001-07:00

Everybody, give a round of applause to...

2008-10-18T19:10:00.000-07:00

...Copytrans for saving my life, my money, and my iPod. Thank youuuuu!

If you're like me and have (or in this case, HAD) 2-3 years of spyware building up on your computer, needing to do a full system restore, and are left scratching your head as to how to get those 40 gigs of music back onto the computer quickly and as they were... fear no more. I did all the dirty work for you, put my credit card on the line, and was not scammed (however, my bank did call since the company, Copytrans, is set in Switzerland and bad things were assumed).

It's a mere $19.90. And you get to see if your bank's fraud detection really works, too.

http://www.copytrans.net/

Not a fraud, I swear.

Oh my god.

2008-10-15T11:33:00.000-07:00

"Meaningful Story" + 80 degree weather + being outside + no class 'til 4pm = feels so fuckin' good.

This has nothing to do with anything you're interested in.

2008-10-15T06:00:00.000-07:00

Unless you're a complete stalker, like some who read this blog. Correction, like one or two who read this blog. (Your obsession will get you nowhere, I hope you know that.)

Anyway, last night was fairly interesting. The girls gathered up in my room and we drank a little or enough to be in a good mood. Then we went outside to smoke some cigarettes, go on a walk, come back to get food, and end up smoking cigarettes again. His roommate comes up to me; the same roommate that walked in on us, if you know what I mean. He starts spitting so much game at me, "You know where my room is ;)".

Karen and I wait 'til he goes inside and we write on his board, "No I will not sleep with you, Enrique" and I sign with a heart and my name to remind the next boy who walks through that door what he lost.

It all seemed very quick and without detail but it was really fun. I guess you have to live in the moment and realize that happiness is not just restricted to being in a relationship. Just this past week, when I found out that I was lead on, I wasn't upset about losing him, per se, but mostly about losing that feeling of ultimate bliss I felt, tip-toeing to his room at 12am, to have him hold my hand in front of his friends, to have him kiss me randomly, or to see him smile and know that I was the cause of it.

Last night, I was the same form of happy I was a week ago when this kid and I were seeing each other. Granted, we were never boyfriend/girlfriend (as much as I wanted to). But he was genuine when we had our thing going and I sincerely forgive him for getting back with his ex-girlfriend because I know it wasn't his initial idea to get back with her. I guess it just happened, but who am I to make excuses for someone who mildly broke my heart.

I sit here, in the cafeteria, in a very secluded but scenic spot (wondering why I never came here before) and I am reflecting on why this week of exhuberant hooking up means so much to me. He is up to par as the other dude that I been with here thus far but why is he so special or why does he outshine the rest?

For one, when we did in fact meet, I felt as if I found the right one, no joke. If I were to put into words on a piece of paper, the criteria of a guy that I look for, he would match up 97%. So when we were 'together' I was just so happy, I didn't have the end in mind. One of my philosophy courses stresses, 'Begin with with end in mind'. I didn't do just that. Maybe that's why I was so crushed when I found out.

Needless to say, ever since I came back from this weekend, knowing what I know, knowing that there will be no 'asshunting' as he would put it, I thought that he'd just disappear off the face of the planet and I would just be Debbie Downer all week long. Quite the contrary, I have been in the best mood ever since and he's been showing up in the unlikliest of places at the strangest of times. I go into the cafeteria, he follows. I leave, he enters. We just keep being at the same place at the same time, what does that mean? It's almost as if he's chasing me. And he hasn't been looking his greatest either. I haven't seen a smile since last week when he was with me. Honestly, if I were with someone I really liked and enjoyed being with and then abruptly decided to get back with my ex-boyfriend, I'd feel like shit, too. Considering all the shit talking he did about her to me, making me think that every smidge of his existance was over her. I wonder how he felt when he walked in at 2am, seeing what I wrote on his white board.

I rarely do personal posts on this blog because I really don't want my personal life on the internet (not like you actually know me anyway but still). However, I feel that this situation is so unique and, I don't know, full of ulterior meaning, that I decided to share it with my audience. Multiple views are better than one. So I ask you, fellow readers, would you analyze this situation for me? Email me any thoughts you may have, my email address is right at the top of this page, on the right side.

What does this all mean? Yeah, obviously he's back with his girl, I know that. But why does he still show up ironically on cue everytime I'm anywhere? Why does he look so sad all the time, talking to girls that we're friends with with a problematic look on his face that says 'maybe you could help me?' If you were in his shoes and left a good girl for your evil, clingy, creepy exgirlfriend, would you feel any guilt?

Just wondering what everyone else thinks...

Awesome?

2008-10-14T09:15:00.000-07:00

One of my friends, Will, listens to Dan Deacon. He played his cd one day when we all were in his dorm room on the huge amps and high tech equipment he has for cd playing. Dan Deacon will justify any accusation you may have that America cannot create decent electro (or is it electronica? techno? fuck, I don't know? It's awesome).

http://www.myspace.com/dandeacon/

Say hi to Poland's Lily Allen.

2008-10-11T08:59:00.000-07:00

http://www.myspace.com/izalach

Pardon my absence.

2008-10-11T07:48:00.000-07:00

I was too busy getting down.

I'm going home.

2008-09-29T15:16:00.000-07:00

Dinka just takes my mind to a whole different level. It's like having everything good that has ever happened to you, every place you love, everyone you love, surround and envelop you.

I never go to the mall anymore.

2008-09-29T06:46:00.000-07:00

But last night I did. I ended up buying these leggings because I don't know how to say no and I don't know how to not dress like a drag queen.

Then, I come to find out Express is having a huge sale so I buy a black/red sequin sweater there for ten dollars. I go home happy.

Also, Kira Plastinina is opening up a shop in the mall right next to my house. Definitely excited about that. You can view my blogging about her right here.

And lastly, Coach decided to make a purse worthy of my pennies... after five years.

$459/$359. One day...

Windows: 1; Apple: 0.

2008-09-27T18:39:00.000-07:00

I've been trying to do the right thing for days now. I can't buy songs off of iTunes because it refuses to process my card. Why is Apple allowing iTunes to suck while promoting pirating?

Hey, Apple.

Get your shit straight. There's a rare Cut Copy remix that I need to buy, stat. Hurry up before I stop being in a legal mood.

Thanks.

M.I.A.'s new fashion line.

2008-09-23T18:03:00.000-07:00

Who's souped for the steez? Who's not souped for the prices? American Apparel, I am coming back to you.

I'm knocking on the doors of your hummer, hummer.

Don't let it tear us apart, even if it breaks your heart.

2008-09-22T06:56:00.000-07:00

The above is the reason why I can't stop dancing, singing, and being happy. For those of you kids who do not know this fellowette, Cut Copy is 1/4 of my heart. This event is going down in the books.

Sonam and I get to the station at around 1:30. We search for parking relentlessly and after about ten minutes, we find an obscure location. An assumption was made that we missed the train so we're walking slowly and when we get to the station, to our suprise, the train arrives. We make a mad dash for it, but end up watching it roll away instead, right before our eyes. This is when we figure it will be a bad day.

Okay, so we wait for the 2:43 train... which comes at 3:10. Very late, indeed. This train happened to have motor problems so we now know that today is a bad day. The last stop was Newark Penn with a transfer to New York Penn. We catch the 4:09 Penn train, which I might add, was full to it's capacity and then some. The train takes the longest 10 minute ride into the city, very slow due to the massive amount of people on board. We get to the city at around 4:30 or so, take a few subways, and end up at 11th street at 5:00pm.

Now, this show is sold out. So another assumption that was made was that the line had been started at around 3pm. Nope. I was the beginning of the line, thank you. 5:05 and your girl was #1 for Cut Copy. After waiting two hours, making friends, and peeing my pants, we get inside at a little after 7pm. Sonam and I make a mad dash to front and center (!!!!!!) and after we situate ourselves, I give money and Sonam gets me a Cutters shirt (I couldn't possibly leave my sweet spot). The show starts off at 8pm with a Brooklyn band called Kordan. They were pretty awesome and the lead singer is a very attractive young man. Following that act were the Presets, which were basically the main attraction; nearly the whole crowd was for them. The Presets tore shit up, they did an exhuberant job. The crowd fuckin' loved it. I would love it too if only I was into them as badly as everyone else was. Needless to say, I enjoyed their set, lots of fun, lots of bass infiltrating my lungs, and I even sang along subtly to 'This Boy's In Love'. Then, at 10:30pm, my life was forever changed. Cut Copy goes on stage, I go insane, they keep their cool.

They opened up with 'Visions' which followed into 'Nobody Lost, Nobody Found'. I will not attempt to write down the rest of the list because I don't want to misguide you, readers. Just know that they played 'Far Away', 'Strangers in the Wind', 'Out There On the Ice', 'Lights and Music', 'That Was Just a Dream', 'Time Stands Still', 'Feel the Love', 'Unforgettable Season', 'So Haunted', 'Hearts on Fire', 'Future', and 'Saturdays'. I was so excited for 'Strangers', I caught a video of it, too. Their best one must have been 'That Was Just a Dream' because they played 'Zap Zap' right after it and the crowd went nuts. 'So Haunted' was another powerful one for the night. I was slightly disappointed that 'Autobahn Music Box' wasn't played, I was vocally ready for that one. It seems as if all the songs I am vocally ready for are never played. Or Cut Copy could really have egged me on and played some 'I Thought of Numbers' shit, I was ready, perhaps, one of the rare few who were. Again, I am fuckin' insane for Cut Copy.

The night ended off perfect. 'Hearts on Fire' was the finale and afterwards, Sonam got the set list, which she gave to me cause she knows how much it means to me. (Thank you!) We got sweaty handshakes from Danny and we were out to catch the 12:37am train (which we caught successfully!).

To sum it all up... I can't even put into words what I felt and what I am feeling now. I think that everyone ought to see their favorite band perform five feet away from them; that's the secret to world peace.

Linkage

http://www.myspace.com/kordanmusic

http://www.myspace.com/thepresets

http://www.myspace.com/cutcopy

Legalize Hoboken.

2008-09-19T20:03:00.001-07:00

I'm feeling very Autobahn right now. Holy shit, I just definitely incorporated a song into a mood. Being that this is NOT a music blog (in theory), no mp3's will be posted. So, for those four people who read this blog... google your soul out 'til you find. What are you looking for anyway? That's the question of the day.

Answers in comments.

Use me.

2008-09-19T11:18:00.000-07:00

I'm afraid the only thing I'm good at is music. Specifially, house/electro music. Make me your music label intern/bitch. I'll fly to Europe, no problems.

My ears are still ringing and it's slightly irritating.

2008-09-13T10:33:00.000-07:00

Because I wanna listen to music, but I am partially deaf.

Last night, I attended one of the best shows I have ever had the honor of attending. Period. We arrived at Starland Ballroom at around 5pm and we got in at 7pm. First band up was called The Champagne Charade which is like a sugary girl-screamo type of band, nothing too spectacular minus the girl's eel tights (even though she didn't pull it off too well). Next up was Warship and I honestly don't remember them playing, at all. I guess they're screamo or something. I just was too busy texting throughout their set. Following that band was Leathermouth which features one of the dudes from My Chemical Romance. Now, if I was a 15 year old girl, I would pee myself considering it's Frank something from MCR and his fellow bandmate Mikey Way or something is somewhere in the crowd with his vampire looking girlfriend. I would really pee myself. But sadly, I no longer am 15 nor was I ever that much into My Chemical Romance when I was that age. What does that say about me if I was not one deprived teen-ling? Yeah, they did their thing and it was awesome. Frank is an excellent performer even though he comes from a staple emo band. Props to him for being exhuberant and captivating my attention. I can't even describe what came after Leathermouth though. MC Chris was by far the most irritating and yet satisfying act throughout the whole night. His voice is very high pitched and annoying and I had no idea what he was saying. Plus, the beats he used were immensely irritating excluding 'Paper Planes'. All was justified when the dude dissed the shit out of these three or so pre-teen girls standing next to me who thought their scene points would increase if they yelled insults at MC Chris when it was quiet. He ended up comparing them to ninjas that cut themselves and it was pretty hilarious. The look on the girls' faces were priceless. They probably won't log onto MySpace for about a week, due to depression. Then came the man of the night, Reggie... and the Full Effect! Now, your girl here has been to many, many shows throughout her life. All sorts of shows; I'm so phat, I cover all genres. This was, by far, one of the best performances I have ever witnessed. I cannot even put it into words, but I'll try. The above photo is what James was wearing that night so you already know it was a blast. He opened up with an older song and he pranced around the stage in his short shirt, thermal pants, slippers, and mullet like a leprochaun or something. In between songs, he would make jokes and tell stories, not the typical 'Whassuppp, *state name here*, next song is *song title here*'. He played mostly older stuff, some 'Songs Not To Get Married To' stuff, and maybe two or three songs off the new album. I was pretty disappointed that he didn't play 'G Train', I was vocally ready for that one. I think the best songs were 'Get Well Soon', 'Apocolypse Wow', 'Love Reality', and the opener, the title slips my mind. Also, he played some new tracks off the new album (which comes out in February) called 'Xylophone' and a song about licking pussy 'til your tongue gets numb (I shit you not). Both songs are similar to Love Reality being that there is no screaming and all beat. 'Xylophone' is pretty epic, something to look forward to. The album will be titled Fluxation and I got a shirt to prove it. The show ended at around 12am and I was completely blown away. It will be very, very hard to attend a show that exudes the awesomeness factor that I experienced at Reggie and the Full Effect at Starland Ballroom on September 12th, 2008.

And if you haven't heard of Reggie/James prior, then that sucks. This was his last tour. However, with the new album coming out and all... Who knows.

One things for sure. James loves New Jersey more than he loves Long Island. :)

There are about 6k people on campus.

2008-09-10T19:26:00.001-07:00

Of which, none listen to the same type of music as I do. Daft Punk no longer counts, thanks to K.West.

This post is pretty much lagging any vibrance or point but I just needed to extract this thought out of my head. What does that say about me? One in six thousand who has 1/4 of her heart reserved for filter house. Okay, so maybe I'm being ridiculous and I'm sure there's someone here who likes Alan Braxe or Deadmau5, fuck, even Justice. But where are they? Why haven't we met yet? I believe in fate like I believe in the fact that I am currently alive. If they haven't met me now then when? I need to go to sleep, my mind is going too fast, I smell like some dude's cologne, I'm listening to some nostalgic beats, I had a rough night last night/morning, I have classes in a few hours, and I need to figure out what the fuck is going on with me and this dude.

Normally, I wouldn't post anything personal on a blog like this... but I honestly feel like I have no close friends with whom I can fully relate with here. True, I have a tight-knit circle of friends, we always hang out and whatnot and last night, the truth prevailed when two of our buddies got so wasted that they got sick outside and we stayed out there watching over them from 11pm 'til 2am, cops, vomitting, and all. But that's not the point. It seems like we're all desperate to create trusting, life-long relationships FAST. A week of knowing each other and we're looking over our drunk buddies as if we've known them for years. Or is that just a rule of humanity? Would those boys do the same for me if I was sickly intoxicated? I don't know, these past few days have been rough, I feel like I'm losing my personality. I go home, I lose it. I come back, it's gone. I was doing so well, communicating, making efforts, doing better, and it all just like disappeared. I'm exhausted from meeting people, being miss confidence-notice-me-first, and like, giving my number out like it's Halloween candy. My 2 button is a hole from intense texting. Literally.

I need to snap back. Quickly. Rapidment. I'm being lazy and I need someone to kick me in the ass and wake me the fuck up. This is the school I've been crying over for years and I'm taking it for granted like I took many other valuable things for granted this past year. Fuck me, seriously.

I need to sleep and I need to wake up a new soul tomorrow, stat.

There are about 6k people on campus.

2008-09-06T17:40:00.000-07:00

I could probably say that 1/3 of them complimented my pants. Like they've never seen purple pants before. Weird. I was going to buy black ones but my mother stopped me and told me that purple will be the it-shit of the season. I'm not one to argue with that.

The photo above was taken in the city with my friend Cynthia. That girl has phenomenal taste in everything, trust me. You'll be seeing a lot more of her on this blog.

The Marc Jacobs Experiment.

2008-08-30T12:10:00.001-07:00

~~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???

2008-08-26T12:46:00.000-07:00

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.

2008-08-25T11:53:00.000-07:00

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.

2008-08-21T18:40:00.000-07:00

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.

2008-08-18T08:56:00.000-07:00

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.

2008-08-08T12:00:00.000-07:00

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/

2008-08-07T19:12:00.001-07:00

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