Semper erit aestas.

Here’s a sneak of what I saw today (and yesterday) at the...

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 23:07:00 -0500

Here’s a sneak of what I saw today (and yesterday) at the Pop Up Flea.
Visit my Flickr for more photographic evidence of sartorial shenanigans.
Visit All Plaid Out for the minutia of my adventures.
Visit Erit Americana to read my newly revised letter to Santa Claus.
Visit the Flea while you still can.

Daryl Hall and John Oates: “I Can’t Go For That (No...

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 12:54:34 -0500

Daryl Hall and John Oates: “I Can’t Go For That (No Can Do)” (via)

I chose my own adventure.

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 11:48:00 -0500

Last night, after casing the Pop Up Flea for All Plaid Out, after lobster and martinis at the...

We are assholes.

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 10:57:25 -0500

CR: Liz. I have to tell you something very important. LSP: What's that? CR: [closes eyes, takes...

Lindsay surprised me with this collage. Isn’t it...

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:28:00 -0500

Lindsay surprised me with this collage. Isn’t it sweet?

Clockwise, from top left: Michelle Obama, a chipmunk wearing a Santa hat, what I believe is a baby seal hoisting a bow tie on a lasso, prancing unicorns, a tiara-bedecked Cary Randolph, stacks o’ Benjamins, the Jonas Brothers, that teen vampire, a violet-hued monarch butterfly, Miss LIndsay herself, those Twilight people sporting some fresh bling, and FRIENDS FOREVER! over a heart.

Thank you, Lindsay!

"It’s tough being Bobby Brown. To be Bobby then, You’d have to be Bobby now."

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:26:54 -0500

“It’s tough being Bobby Brown. To be Bobby then, You’d have to be Bobby...

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Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:23:11 -0500

Stevie Wonder: “I Believe (When I Fall In Love It Will Be...

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:13:06 -0500

Stevie Wonder: “I Believe (When I Fall In Love It Will Be Forever)” (via)

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Thu, 19 Nov 2009 15:31:32 -0500

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The 75 Skills Every Man Should Master

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 13:14:00 -0500

The 75 Skills Every Man Should Master: 13. Throw a punch. Close enough, but not too close. Swing...

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Thu, 19 Nov 2009 12:36:06 -0500

Don McLean: “American Pie” (via)

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 11:34:42 -0500

Don McLean: “American Pie” (via)

ERIT AMERICANA.

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 10:37:10 -0500

ERIT AMERICANA.: Just in time for a weekend steeped in sartorial heritage, I am finally ready to...

"I’m going to give you to the count of ten to get your ugly, yellow, no-good keister off my..."

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 14:51:15 -0500

“I’m going to give you to the count of ten to get your ugly, yellow, no-good keister off...

Max Wastler of All Plaid Out recently held a contest for his...

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 11:33:01 -0500

Max Wastler of All Plaid Out recently held a contest for his blog readers to celebrate the publication of Walker Lamond’s book Rules for My Unborn Son, pulled together from Lamond’s wildly successful blog of the same name.

The contest rules were simple: Submit a new and original rule for Lamond’s (and polite society’s) unborn sons.

I wrote: “Steer clear of mixes. (I’m talking to you, bloody Mary.)”

There is nothing worse than discovering that your bloody Mary was thrown together with sludge poured straight from a plastic T.G.I.Friday’s bottle. A real man makes his own from scratch.

I won! Many thanks to Wastler and Lamond for gifting me with this adorable book of timeless wisdom (that my daughters will appreciate as much as my sons).

Backstreet Boys: “I Want It That Way” (via)

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 10:58:05 -0500

Backstreet Boys: “I Want It That Way” (via)

That way.

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 10:57:46 -0500

En route to a meeting in the Bowery last week I listened to the Backstreet Boys’ “I Want...

Rolling Stones: “Beast of Burden” (via)

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 14:47:57 -0500

Rolling Stones: “Beast of Burden” (via)

Monday was one of those eventful-yet-uneventful evenings that...

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 10:53:00 -0500

Monday was one of those eventful-yet-uneventful evenings that can be summed up not by the hands we shook or the cheeks we air-kissed but by the number of calories we consumed. Kate and I arrived at Bar 675 for the Guest of a Guest redesign party (after sneaking into the Grey Dog Chelsea’s grand opening fete to sample very bad white wine); slammed margaritas; and shuffled out of a fray between potential reality stars cum socialites (during which I was more star-struck than I should ever admit).

We then took a three-dollar cab to the Standard; ordered (and demolished) way too much food including but not limited to two pieces of salty bread (each), babaganoush, fried potatoes and French fries, cauliflower soup, trout roe, and muddled cranberry cocktails; blathered about our love lives; waxed rhapsodic about our gang of girl friends; preached philosophical about the art of good hostessing; shared bedroom secrets (that we’ll never share again); pushed through another party; and said our goodbyes, at which point I flung myself in a cab and made tracks to my West Side sky castle.

A note on my ensemble: I came straight from the (new albeit temporary) office in a blazer and black shell and no-nonsense black pumps — and also black fishnets and torn cut-off jean shorts. This is the sartorial equivalent of a mullet: business on top, white trash on the bottom. All pieces and jewelry (except for the Abercrombie & Fitch denim) by J. Crew. Please ignore my zucchini-shaped cranium.

Oh! And also! I met Katie Bakes! We laughed awkwardly and said, “So, what’s been up since the last time I saw you on…your blog…”

I want to buy a bow tie and take lots and lots of pictures of...

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 09:27:33 -0500

I want to buy a bow tie and take lots and lots of pictures of myself wearing all manner of suspenders and scarves and tweedy hats (and a very, very short skirt).