For God's Sake, Get Out!

Watched The Amityville Horror last night.....still holds up.
Scary in a psychological manner.
Stars a fresh Margot Kidder of Superman fame (that car burial scene contributed to my life long fear of enclosed spaces) and a handsome/rugged James Brolin.

Can I just say, hubba hubba:

Their combined sexiness is quite the distraction:

Okay, so Brolin goes a little koo-koo and it is a bit unbecoming:

The movie is based on the true story of a haunting that took place in a sleepy Long Island community in the 1970's.

Happy Halloween, Candy Corns!

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Ever have those days where you just can't seem to get anything done?
I'm Procrastinatey Rodriguez......................


This is my desk right now:

I'm usually really tidy... so many incomplete projects!

And it took me forever to get to my shop today. Like, Weiner, you have to be here at 1pm.

I made my own luxurious hours....I did sleep for 12 hours last night.

I dreamt that Papa J and I opened a hair salon.

Oh well, Leah will be here soon so we can go do further nothings while drinking beer.

Happy Days.

I saw this issue of Time Magazine in 7-11 the other day and the cover line has been "sticking in my craw" ever since:

Here's why:

I really want to know where this need to measure a woman's happiness comes from? The depressed, over-worked woman is the new standard female stereotype.

Is this a meme? I still don't know how to use that word properly...Dr. Wendy Brandes would know.

Tell you what, I don't like this notion being perpetuated and driven into the minds of impressionable young girls. The article outlines how women, now more than ever, control the majority of wealth and are outnumbering men in college enrollment, yet are somehow chronically dissatisfied with their lives.

Am I subtly being told that I would be happier if I strived for less?

Feels like a right-wing conspiracy designed to quietly coerce women back into the homemaker role.

I hardly think our grandmothers, with their multiple children and limited choices were somehow happier than us. The difference between then and now is that today there is less stigma attached to identifying and seeking help for depression and anxiety.

Yes, we have more choices now and life can be confusing and stressful, but what modern women in her right mind would trade in her freedom for the shackles of her ancestors?

I call bullshit on this whole concept.

Opening Alert.

Opening at the gallery tomorrow for David Armstrong Six from 7-10.

Be there or be triangular.

Swappy Gonzales.

We had our annual clothing swap on Monday and it was purge-tastic as usual.



The mayhem took place in my empty gallery this time.
Gigantic shoulder pads are not the right thing to wear to a clothes trying-on event. Lesson learned:

I messed up Leah's clothing toss photo:

Twice:

I ended up with these guys 'cause Ching's feet are too small- hah!

My ass was too big for this number:

Asses need not apply.

Lora's face is precious here:

Ching looked awesome in this! Didn't zip up though:

I took home this amazing fur hat and scarf:

No Lora, nobody wants your towel dress:

Most of it ends up at Goodwill anyhow.

Blue Buy You.

'Round these parts, we except the notion of "double denim" or "Canadian Tuxedo" as part of our sartorial reality. This is Canada, after all, and we enjoy the freedom of being able to wear our jeans and jean jackets together in an unstoppable display of hoser-ness.

Chloe Spring 2010:

We are geniuses.

I'm alive again!

Whew!
That sucked......glad it's over. I had a mild flu that segued into quite the migraine headache..............

Imagine intense pain on one side of your head for two days straight!

The worst part about being sick is not being able to enjoy anything. Coffee, T.V, eating, conversation, computering- all meaningless!

I'm backed up on work stuff too...must try not to go crazy and get sick again.

Sick is stoopid.

HFunNFun.

I'm ssssssssssickkkkkkkk:

Blog is having a few days off............

Status Update.

Fact: I haven't had my photo taken since summer. It's not worth it, I'm unphotogenic.
I need a haircut and I've been wearing the same pants everyday for two weeks.
That is what happens when you have little time and you just want to leave the house without thinking.

Stock photo from Summer 2009:

Listening: To Morricone Youth on East Village Radio. All movie soundtrack music...addictive.

My fave Basil Poledouris and the like.

Eating: Vietnamese Spicy Beef Stew.

Watching: The Office - Season Five and True Blood (gave in finally)

It is raining outside and my shop is all lonely....can't wait for Holiday Monday! Note to rest of the world- Thanksgiving comes early in Canada.

Shortsh.

Oh no you di-in't Karl. Dressy shorts alert at Chanel:

Hey, if you can't beat 'em, ignore them. They are not particularily "grinding my gears" anymore.

hmmmmph

Tweed suits are "in" in my mind.

Dressing up to dress down.

Why don't people wear tweed suits anymore?
They push them in Vogue, right? BUT you never see them out in the real world.
Office style has become the bane of fashion existence even in the age of Mad Men.
(note: I have never seen that show but girls seem to enjoy it)
I don't work in an office so I can wear whatever I want but it would be nice if the rest of you stepped it up a notch and invested in a flattering vintage suit. Think about other people's eyes for once, selfish!


Wear it with a delicate blouse underneath.........

Wear the pieces separately if you feel too "suity."

O.P.E.

Other People's Eyes.

Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky

Manic Street Preachers played in Toronto last night and James Dean Bradfield was interviewed on CBC this morning....

This is one of my fave Manics song- beauty.

Salebritty.

Hey!
Some of my "Followers" are missing. I want to know immediately why you have given up on this blog?! How dare you.
Also, it annoys me when bloggers edit their comments. Why are people so afraid of opinions?
Say what you will about Rumi and Sea of Money, at least they leave their negative comments up for the world to enjoy. Why shouldn't they? They aren't going anywhere and they don't give a fuck if five out of their billion readers cry themselves to sleep at night because nobody reads their blogs.

Moving along, did you hear? Somebody let Lindsay Lohan "artistically direct" something!
The people in charge of Ungaro are either criminally insane or latent geniuses. Only time will tell....

It's been done:

Klassy:

Maybe it is time to put our collective feet down and cut loose some of the unimportant celebrities in the world. Can't we just once declare "No! You have had too many chances and have contributed nothing to the creative realm. You are banished to Useless Celebrity Island. Your new King is Jon Gosselin."

Hello? Wealthy admirer?

I'm gonna be like one of those boring fashion bloggers that posts photos from runway shows and adds lame, unimaginative commentary.
(NOBODY is interested in that kind of blogging so quit it!)

BUT, I'm all woozy over these Victor and Rolf dresses:

I can't help but love these weirdos...

The dresses are sculptures and they will be forever burned into memory.

Can't say that about Alexander Wang.

Moved in.

I'm all moved in (thanks Shay) and my entire life is in disarray but I'm totally Zen.
The old me would have stayed up until 4 in the morning organizing, but the new me is taking it one step at a time. My Chi can withstand any Walmart line in the universe. I will take some pics of my new place for all the apartment fetishists out there as soon as we put it together.
Things I have noticed about my new home:

1. There are a million cats around. Every time I look out my window, I see this:


One of them even sauntered through my bathroom window yesterday. I believe his name was "Ninja"- how fitting.

2. Cable is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! My ambition ends here.

3. Not living beside a bar is quiet.

4. My old bathroom was positively disgusting, how did I deal?

5. We have a chalkboard on our kitchen cupboard. Papa J will be taking dinner requests via this new form of communication.

Can't wait to enjoy the new nest!

My bags aren't packed........

....but today is moving day, thank Xenu.

IN YOUR FACE, prehistoric-looking silverfish I washed down the sink this morning!