I lost my glasses.
Yes, I already looked there, thanks. Read more
This was a really good time.
Achtung! Attention! Major awesome-sauce ahead!
Got a bunch of clothes you don’t want anymore? Want a bunch of new clothes for free?
Wait, Di, how is this possible? Have you gone completely insane or have you been dipping into the cooking sherry?
Well, a little bit of column A and a little bit of column B, but I’m super-duper serious about the first part. Listen here: Read more
Essentially this is about what is real and what is something other. It seems like the lines that once delineated fantasy from reality have vanished. More significantly real, live people have begun to distort themselves in ways that are, to me anyways, alarming. I’m going to give an extreme example and then try to work back from that.
Hard to believe these are real people, isn’t it? (In one case, and I’ll let you guess which one, there is some real doubt as to the actual existence of the person represented in the picture.) What I find alarming though is not the degree to which both these images are constructed or even if they’re actual pictures of actual people who actually look like this. Actually.
No, the alarming aspect is these people are now absolutely plausible. Whether they exist at this moment or not is irrelevant– because sooner or later they’ll be our neighbor or even us. Presently they exist as outliers but that won’t last long I don’t think. These body types are becoming more and more prevalent every day. Just look around. Read more
For me, writing is kind of like sculpture. There is an image underneath the stone and my job is to find that image and give it shape. Meaning as well. And yes, I realize in that metaphor my head is made of rock. Inelegant but accurate.
Clothing and fashion can often create the illusion of evolution in both an individual and a culture. Illusion because the movement, the ‘progress’, is often contrived and meaningless, a ploy to create an artificial and banal ‘revolution’ — a tale told to idiots, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Like tattoos or other consumer purchases, fashionable items cannot bestow real value or meaning, cannot graft that onto you not matter what they cost or who created them. At best they are an expression of who you really are, at worst they are a mask for an otherwise empty existence. But like all other forms of self-expression their value is irrevocably tied to who you are as a person and are an accurate reflection of your character.
Clothes are, after all, one of the first created articles that humanity produced with its big brain and opposable thumbs and tilted pelvis (pelvii?). Hunting implements and funeral ornaments, clothes and shelter: these are all primary and essential pieces of early homo sapien’s toolkit. Read more
It’s been over a year since we started this project and now that I’m in the home stretch I’m less excited about getting to shop again and more excited about not having a camera following me around. I can’t say I didn’t see this coming. What I didn’t expect was that I would be so goddamned sick of myself.
What was I thinking walking into an H&M? Did I somehow think I was impervious to their ridiculously trendy and reasonably priced fashions? Man, I’m dumb sometimes.
Just a gentle warning: this is essentially a two-part blog with related topics. Both are, I hope, worth reading and they certainly compliment one another.
Stanley Tucci is a bit of a polymath as far as acting goes. He can play anything. Period.
The preceding has nothing to do with the rest of the post but I love Stanley Tucci and I’ve always wanted to hashtag him. (That sounds dirty.)
Watching ‘The Hunger Games’ is like watching a primer on sumptuary law.The reason that’s interesting is because the audience, the targeted audience, is young women– so it’s nice to see a plot point that doesn’t hinge on a vast, encyclopedic knowledge of recent vampire lore. There are inherent contradictions in the way the movie is being marketed versus what I see as the central themes of the book, but that is to be expected (if not endorsed or endured.) Later for that. Read more
Next weekend Nick and I will go away for forty-eight blissful hours sans dog, Mum, work, doc, blog, or house responsibilities. We haven’t had time alone together for about two years. Because of this, I have planned roughly twenty-five of the forty-eight hours down to the most minute of details, give or take an hour for spontaneity-sake. I’m serious. I have even planned all of my outfits and have been watching make-up tutorials on Youtube to learn how to perfect my eyeliner technique. If you think this attention to my appearance seems anathema to the goals of my challenge I would have to agree for the most part. But I’m not going to all this trouble just for me.
Gather ’round kids, and listen to The Absolutely True Story of Nick & Di! Read more
So, assuming I’ve cornered everyone’s attention (and in some cases their homicidal ire) I’ll just get on with it. Read more