Sunday, August 31, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
From US Vogue Sept 2008
Photographer Arthur Elgort
Model Caroline Trentini
Just lusting after these. For fall. Really don't care which season they're from..they're beautifully cut and colorful and pleasing to the eye. A couple also cost about a months' (or two, or three or four) pay. But absolutely worth every penny...
Monday, August 25, 2008
In honor of the Olympics and in the tradition of my buddy Sleepy Jackson I thought I'd sum up the Olympics in a few short paragraphs.
I'm still mad I missed sports like dressage and fencing and no channel ever show those sports except maybe ESPN once in a blue moon and I don't have cable or satellite (shocker) but whatever, there's always next Olympics.
The 10 meter platform final was absorbing to say the least especially when Matt Mitcham pipped Zhou Luxin to become the first Australian man since 1924 to win a diving medal and kept China from sweeping all 8 gold medals. That shot of Mitcham jumping for joy in the foreground while Zhou was in tears in the background? Quintessential Olympics.
Track..man oh man...the fastest man and woman in the world came from Jamaica, both in their first major tourney and virtual unknowns. Usain Bolt? Who's that? He's the one with 9.69 secs tattooed on his forehead. The way he won that 100m sprint was brilliant, it was like he wasn't even trying. That shot of Lolo Jones after she crossed the line in the hurdles? Augh, must suck to be her.
Swimming. Michael Phelps. Duh. Although they showed a shot of the great Alexander Popov in the closing ceremonies.
Gymnastics. So this is the funny thing..I don't really follow gymnastics except during the Olympics, so I have absolutely no clue who's who in the sport. So I was thinking the whole time that Nastia Liukin is Russian, right? Which was pretty funny, because the comentators were talking about her and Shaun Johnson being roomies, and I was thinking, wow, great Olympic spirit, all the different athletes from the different countries are rooming together. Hahahha. And I caught a glimpse of Svetlana Khorkina reporting for a Russian channel. Although I wish they'd shown Svetlana Bouginskaia instead. She was a brilliant gymnast.
The closing ceremonies was great, the Chinese seem obsessed with flight. Wonder what they'll do to the bird's nest now the Games are over? Dismantle it piece by piece? Can't wait to see what London has in store, will they build a new stadium or will they just use the new Wembley Stadium (seats 72.000+)? Although it's 8 years away, here's to Chicago in 2016!!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
On PBS tonight:
After seven seasons, DI Lynley and his partner DS Barbara Havers investigate their last murder case together in "Know Thine Enemy".
Ive always enjoyed the series which was based on Elizabeth George's Inspector Lynley series of books. It's no secret that I absolutely love British police dramas. Great stuff.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Since when is *!@&*#$)*& TRAMPOLINE an Olympic sport????!?!?!??
Edit: apparently since January 1, 1999. Weird.
Jay and I were at one of the Loop platforms waiting to get on the train to Hipsterville for Chinese food yesterday when I saw a phenomenon which drives me up the wall and just leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth. It's the phenomenon known as "douche-baggery". Now, douche-baggery comes in many shapes and forms but the one I absolutely detest is when guys flip up the collars on their polo shirts, which isn't that big a deal in itself but when combined with greasy spiky hair, a tan and "bling", they have just qualified themselves to be called douche-bags. Like, what the fuck is that? Firstly, that whole popping-the-collar-on-your-polo shit is sooooo early 2000's and secondly, if you need half a tub of Brylcreem to spike up a half inch of hair, then dude, you really are a douche-bag. Case in point:
I don't normally like to criticize members of my beloved Manchester United, but I have never liked Cristiano Ronaldo (aka Euro-Greasy, as he is fondly known as in TMZ circles) ever since the whole bawling like a spoiled brat episode at the World Cup, but also his flashiness disturbs me. Those of you who don't follow European football, just take my word for it.
And this shit right here? Unacceptable. The popped collars and the poses just scream douche-bags!!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
"My worst photographs are the result of having felt satisfied too early. Eventually you discover your vanity arrived too early and 'fucked' your work."
-Eugenio RecuencoI've been a big fan of Recuenco for a while now. His photos are stunning, simple as that. I discovered him on Foto Decadent which is itself a brilliant site (great, great fashion photography). His website is chock-full of genius work for various clients ranging from Lavazza to GQ. The photos below are from his website, as usual click on them to enlarge.
PS. I'm stuck on "indent" and "center" on this whole post since I can't for the life of me figure out how to put the text part back to normal...I suck!!
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Last night Jay and I went out in support of one of his art buddies who had a solo show at Rotofugi, Chicago's premier seller of designer toys. The first time I saw Joey D.'s artwork was on the wall of the You Are Beautiful Project on State Street. I kinda dig the colors and the kooky subject matter, and the intricacies of the multi-layered wood cutouts of some of the pieces. Alas, prices for his artwork range from about $250 to about $1600 (eek!!) so no hope of snatching one there. We did have a great time looking at the pieces though and met up with our friend Natasha who was recovering from an awful allergy to her pet. Warm summer night, free Red Bulls from the Red Bull mobile, hanging out on the sidewalk talking. Good shit.
(As usual, click on photo to enlarge, I would recommend it actually, for deets).
Some of the pieces on view: