Saturday, July 18, 2009

Saturday Morning Amuse Bouche

This is my favorite scene in L.A. Story.

You guys, I should be the one doing light-hearted reviews of art, books and film for y'all and instead I'm slacking off and posting videos -- the poor man's version of blogging. I am so sorry. I started a project two weeks ago, and I've one more week of it, and I never anticipated how much time it would take per day to accomplish. If you can bear with me for one more slow week, I'll be back with more original writing. In the meantime, stay emotionally erect, y'all!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Our Heroine Predicts Fall Fashion Will Be Boxy, With A Chance of Ugly

Occasionally, Our Heroine must digress from her blog's serious treatment of such heavy topics as bier gartens to discuss something frivolous: fashion. Our Heroine loves fashion. Dresses and skirts most particularly. So, just on a whim, Our Heroine looked at the Bloomingdale's website to see what she might have to look forward to for Fall, and what she saw gave her a queasy feeling in her stomach and some sharp pains in her chest. Ladies, the future does not look good for us.

Item 1:

What is this!? Are we sure that we, as a nation, want to go down the road of giant, purple, shoulder-padded shirts, coupled with leopard-print leggings? Have we really thought this through? I mean really thought it through, using the scientific method and such?

Item 2:

Bloomingdale's calls this a dress. No, it's not. It is a shirt with a belt. It's not even debatable. It's just science.

Item 3:

Oh, come on! Do you see those shoulders? Haven't we - again - as a nation, been making fun of ridiculous 80's shoulder pads until as recently as 11:59 p.m. last evening? Don't try to tell me that while I slept with a cat curled around my head, linebacker shoulders became foxy. Neither me, nor the cat, are fooled.

Item 4:

I've not much to say except, AGAIN WITH THE LEOPARD PRINT LEGGINGS? Why are you doing this to me Diane von Furstenburg? Why?

Looks like this Fall I learn to live in sweats, because I refuse to beclown myself as indicated above.