Grizzly Hit

Everyone needs to do themselves a favor and go to Virgin to pick up the Phil Spector box set they're giving away for $15. I bought mine last month and it's seriously the shit and a half. My favorite song by far is "He Hit Me" performed by The Crystals. It is the most absurd song ever written starting with the line "He hit me and it felt like a kiss." Yay feminism! My mom came to visit last weekend and I made sure to play it for her. The next day, a band who I love more and more every waking day, Grizzly Bear, released their cover of it. I seriously couldn't love them more. Please have a listen.

Can we talk about Jack Palance?

How many times has he died? During dinner with Alex, I joked about Jack Palance dying every year. When he popped up in the dead people montage during last night's Oscars, I had a seizure. No joke. I was convulsing. I may had been under the influence of certain substances, but I am sure Jack fucking Palance has died more than a few times. Seriously, I've seen that clip of him doing one-handed push-ups at least 200 times by now! Alex immediately checked Wikipedia which says he died in November 2006. Bullshit!

Hützness

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Me and Eugene.
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Silly Hats Only!

Ah, a glimpse back at a simpler time.

Kid in a Candy Store

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This may seem a little late because Fashion Week here in New York ended a while ago, but I thought I would share anyhow. Every fashion week, the neighborhood I live in is bombarded with an influx of enough yupsters to make anyone a little bit annoyed. But there is a compensatory prize for all of the neighborly coping and that is getting to run into hot male models at your everyday local bodega. The most striking young chap I saw was a towering beauty in shiny bright red patent shoes and eating an absurdly large chocolate bar. He just screamed Hedi Slimane London posh boy. I didn't know until this morning, thanks to COACD, that it was Cole Mohr and that I was completely right on about Hedi's tastes. *bows*

Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

Today, I have no time to tell you anything other than that Performance came out on DVD last week and you should all see it...several times.

Kick Stretch and KICK

I'M FIFTY! Just had to say that. Ha, anyways SXSW just posted their schedule and my brain exploded.

Heart and Soul

Adam Green played a free show at the Sidewalk Cafe last night for the Antifolk Festival and my pictures are up on imeem. The set was super sweet and Adam's voice sounded amazing. Sarah and I chatted with him after and met his adorable girlfriend but, seeing as we were both half asleep from our busy week, we quickly departed...but not before Adam got a mouthful of faux fur from the hood of my jacket instead of my cheek. Oh, Adam ;)

Remex Lupenter

Pictures from The Remus Lupins show in Mt. Kisco last night are up on my imeem. Check it out and wurd to ya mutha!

Sonic Youth

Last night we caught the early bird special, Sonic Youth. From bugging people in the audience to bugging the band, the pictures are up on imeem.

Thanksgiving

Eric and I proved that pilgrims and natives can get along any time of the year and it was too funny not to share.

Charmed Life

I think those of you who know me know that I have a pretty sweet time with my life but if you knew how freaking sweet it really is, I would be in for some serious compensatory shunning right about now.

Naturally Drunk

If you didn't know, my cockney sentence of the day that I never change, I was bloody elephants last night, translates to I was really drunk last night. Get it? elephant's trunk...drunk...ok. Last night was my 21st birthday and my first legal drunken adventure, although I believe most of my erratic behavior was the result of something illegal. Uh oh. For someone so naturally loopy, I am uber self conscious about acting loopy. This morning I've been recapping the stupid things I said last night and unfortunately I've thought of more than a few things I said while I was completely sober. You can't see me now, but I'm sort of shaking my head at the thought of myself. I'm so Deadric. Sorry for the inside joke, but it is true.

Love for Holland

House of Holland showed off their new collection in London yesterday. By the time I reached the last few pictures, I was thinking that none of the slogans were as good as "Uhu Gareth Pugh" but when I saw this picture of Henry Holland himself, I decided that I have much love for this honest man. It might just be enough to make me shell out the pounds for an Agyness or Coco.

The Greatest Day of the Year

Why tomorrow, of course. Valentine's Day but more importantly my birthday but most importantly my 21st birthday. This week brings a full line up of crapola which I'll surely come back from with some stories. For now enjoy this which truly fills my heart on this Valentine's Eve.

New Paintings

I did these right after xmas but I just recently had them professionally photographed and thought I'd share since the stuff on my website is outdated by almost a year. The piece consists of three 12x36" oils on canvas. Click to see a higher resolution picture. (I own all rights etc etc etc more info on my website)

Grizzly Dream

Seriously, is it March yet? I cannot wait to see Grizzly Bear. Recently every time I take a long train ride, I play their new album and just sleep and dream. That video does the same for me. It's so amazingly stimulating yet easy and relaxing.

OMGSXSWTFBBQ

Yesterday, SXSW released their official preliminary line up, a list so long it gives me a sugar headache. Here is a list shortened by me specialized to enhance one's jealousy. Enjoy:

The Apples in Stereo (Denver CO); Architecture in Helsinki (Melbourne AUSTRALIA); Asobi Seksu (Brooklyn NY); Au Revoir Simone (Brooklyn NY); The Automatic (Cardiff UK); Bat For Lashes (Brighton UK); Battle (London UK); Beach House (Baltimore MD); Beirut (Albuquerque NM); Andrew Bird (Chicago IL); The Bird and the Bee (Los Angeles CA); Bishop Allen (Brooklyn NY); Bloc Party (London UK); Blonde Redhead (New York NY); BORIS (Tokyo JAPAN); Chin Up Chin Up (Chicago IL); Cold War Kids (Fullerton CA); Crystal Castles (Toronto ON); DATAROCK (Bergen NORWAY); The Dears (Montreal QC); Field Music (Sunderland UK); The Fratellis (Glasgow UK); Frog Eyes (Victoria BC); Fujiya & Miyagi (Brighton UK); Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly (Southend UK); The Good, The Bad & The Queen (London UK); The Gossip (Searcy AR); Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton (Toronto ON); Albert Hammond, Jr. (New York NY); The Holloways (London UK); The Horrors (London UK); Hot Club De Paris (Liverpool UK); iLiKETRAiNS (Leeds UK); Jamie T (London UK); Junior Boys (Hamilton ON); Sondre Lerche (Bergen NORWAY); Les Savy Fav (Brooklyn NY); Lily Allen (Hammersmith UK); The Little Ones (Silverlake CA); Mando Diao (Borlänge SWEDEN); Matt & Kim (Brookyln NY); Menomena (Portland OR); Metro Riots (London UK); Midlake (Denton TX); Mika (London UK); Mogwai (Glasgow UK); Thurston Moore (Northampton MA); MSTRKRFT (Toronto ON); My Brightest Diamond (Brooklyn NY); Okkervil River (Austin TX); The Oohlas (Los Angeles CA); Peaches (Berlin GERMANY); Peter and the Wolf (Austin TX); The Pigeon Detectives (Leeds UK); The Pipettes (Brighton UK); ± {Plus/Minus} (Brooklyn NY); Razorlight (London UK); Gruff Rhys (Cardiff UK); Rodrigo y Gabriela (Terra Acida MEXICO); The Rumble Strips (Devon UK); Scanners (London UK); Scissors for Lefty (San Francisco CA); Shitdisco (Glasgow UK); Simian Mobile Disco (London UK); Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin (Springfield MO); The Spill Canvas (Sioux Falls SD); Spoon (Austin TX); The Stooges (Detroit MI); The Sunshine Underground (Leeds UK); Takka Takka (Brooklyn NY); Thunderbirds Are Now! (Detroit MI); Tilly and The Wall (Omaha NE); Tokyo Police Club (Newmarket ON); Under the Influence of Giants (Los Angeles CA); The Victorian English Gentlemens Club (Cardiff UK); VietNam (Brooklyn NY); The View (Dundee UK); The Virgins (New York NY); Voxtrot (Austin TX); The Watson Twins (Los Angeles CA); xerox teens (London UK); Young Love (Austin TX)

Hotness, I know. So how am I to pick a choose which shows to go to? My imaginary list forming in my head is topped with Jamie T. I have been annoying people about Jamie T for well over a year now. I never thought he was going to get stateside this soon and I will be fist in line to see him. Followed closely after him, the Esquire show is a must see (Spoon, Kings of Leon, and The Stooges!!!!) and I know everyone attending SXSW is going to try and see it too. Emily Haines and Beirut each get high spots on my list as do Crystal Castles who will be the methadone to my Klaxons addiction. It's sure to be a crazy time. My head is already spinning.

MDMAzing

I just snagged tickets to see Klaxons at Bowery Ballroom in April. Cannot freakin wait. They only played 21 and over shows when they first came here and then they had to cancel on CMJ cause they couldn't get work visas and then I found out they weren't playing SXSW but I can wash away those bad memories with this show and hopefully the one in Brooklyn too! By the way, if you haven't heard their new album, it's teh secks. It comes out in the states in March, but for now enjoy their Justin Timberlake cover:

Jarvis!

The most brilliant man in the world is playing a show at Webster Hall in April and tickies go on sale one week from today which, for those of you who are keeping count (and you better be) is my 21st birthday. I'm so glad that my birthday is already turning out so well!

Hey Jude

After my initial WTF shock wore off, I was sold by the fact that it is Julie Taymor and she's brilliant. Let's go see it and share some twizzlers.

Hotness

This hour's procrastination-enabling activity has resulted in these two beautiful monstrosities. I give you The Misshapes as Bruno and Anna Wintour as Sienna Miller in honor of fashion week and with the help of Stardoll.

Bird Flu

Colder than a witch's tit outside. Let's imagine some place warmer, shall we?

Factory Hurl

About 24 hours ago, I saw Factory Girl. The time between then and now has allowed me to reflect upon the film and come to the conclusion that is may very well be the worst film ever made. But giving this movie the title of "Worst Film" almost seems too honorable a mention. I could go on and on about the poor writing, the unoriginal scatter brained style, and the cheesy sex scenes but why not just get straight to the point and tell you that acting was just about as bad as you could ask for.

I'll get to Sienna later, but please allow me to first analyze the other two horrific shits taken upon two of the greatest icons of the 20th Century. No wonder Bob Dylan sued these filmmakers. Keeping a straight face during Hayden Christensen's painful and awkward portrayal of Zimmerman was an impossible task. I can't even process the thoughts it inspires in my head to words, instead I'm just left with a cloud of frustration that lurks in my brain and carries a light saber. Guy Pierce's Warhol was just as lousy and completely one dimensional as he portrayed Andy as almost everything he wasn't. He made Andy Warhol naive. In fact, this trifecta of lame characters all shared the naive characteristic as if these people were complete assholes and idiots and not creating some of the most influential art, music, and culture of their time. Make them conniving if you must, but not naive.

Though the two males where intolerable in every sense, their lack of talent pales in comparison to that of Sienna Miller who is truly pioneering new frontiers in blandness. It is as if the casting directors purposely sought out the exact opposite of Edie Sedgwick. What made Edie Edie wasn't the silver hair or skinny legs, it was it. The it. The invisible it that attracts people to watch and to be intrigued. Edie was it and Sienna is far from it. I probably wouldn't recognize Sienna Miller in a picture without a caption and there would be no picture of her at all if she hadn't been involved with sleazy Jude. Her attempts to bring any of Edie's presence to screen were complete failures. Giggling as a reaction to everything is not equivalent to actual charm. There is a scene when Andy first sees Edie and practically has an orgasm just watching her dance and laugh. It is actually one of the only scenes that Guy Pearce pulled off. The camera is on Andy and he's just overwhelmed and repeating, "She's so beautiful!" and, as the audience, we are begging to see what he is seeing. The camera cuts to Sienna and she is just blah. Not beautiful, just completely blah. According to Webster, 'blah' is the opposite of 'it'.

This film is not just bad, it is tragic. Aside from The Passion of the Christ, I cannot think of another film that is so insulting and shameful in its portrayal of its icons. Just after seeing Factory Girl, I allowed myself to think about it in the cheerful light of mockery, but upon further reflection, I have grown increasingly upset at it. The very first frame of this film is one of the most recognizable shots of Edie Sedgwick. Of course, on screen it is Sienna Miller, but in that first second, before she said a single word or moved a single millimeter, we all saw it. It was Edie Sedgwick and she meant something to a lot of people and still does and this film is an insult to that. This film should have never been made. It is not just a waste of film, but a shit stain on someones legacy.

Dear Proenza Schouler,

You have made a mad woman out of me. I was so excited to walk into your pop-up store at Opening Ceremony last night and see your collection of super affordable clothes for Tar-Jay. But my excitement soon turned to despair when I discovered that your collection did not include those adorable yellow shoes in all of the sample pictures. Why must you tease me so?! I was thrown into a deeper depression when I found out the cutest little wind breaker in the world was completely out of stock. Why must the women of Manhattan buy up everything I like? The deepest cut had to be seeing all of those beautiful brown bustier dresses, filling my heart for a brief moment, only to find out they were all size 13. When I found out this dress wasn't going to be sold online either, it was almost too much to bear. I started searching for sharp objects. Where are all of these size 13 ladies that are going to buy this dress? Dearest Lazaro and Jack, if you are reading this, could you please send me a size 5? I just bought the windbreaker online but I feel a part of me is missing without that dress. Oh! And those yellow shoes.

Materialistically Yours,
Tiye

Captain Wallpaper

It would look nice all blown up and covering one of my white walls, me thinks. Captain Strobe makes me happy.

Boston is Stupid

What else is new?

Maxïmo Cheap

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Tonight, with the intention of buying a dirt cheap Phil Spector box set, I drifted into my local Virgin Megastore. I'm thinking the low prices at Virgin are related to the recent death of Tower and of course, the impending doom of the record industry in general. Huzzah! These things come in threes after all. The point is, with these ridiculously low prices, I couldn't help but hoard a bit of music even if that meant *gasp* exchanging currency for it. My proudest purchase of the night is playing on my turntable as I type. I paid a whopping $2 for the limited edition turquoise vinyl single for "I Want You to Stay" by Maxïmo Park. *bows* Two dollars, people! And one of my favorite songs to boot! Side A is the original demo which sounds completely different from the version on the album in a good way. The B Side is a remix by Field Music which, though I've only played it three times, is surely to become my favorite song in the history of the universe. OK, maybe I'm exaggerating, but not by much. I was looking into getting a record player that records songs to mp3 format and if I do, you can be sure I'll upload these two tracks. They are absolutely mandatory listening for any fan of this band.

PB&J

I just uploaded my pictures from Peter Bjorn and John's show at Bowery Ballroom on my imeem. Go Check out the Bjorn death-stare and other hotness.