Special Feature: Sweden
Special Feature: Sweden
Bryanboy Loves WILLOW!
Enough about cocks. I AM SOOO SICK OF COCKS. I may well be going through a very, VERY dry spell but we all know I’ve got an overflowing abundance of boy toys around the world (available on standby) to get me through over the next 10 years so for now, let’s talk about fashion. I’d like to introduce to you my new friends from the land down under, the fabulous folks at Willow. They recently sent me note telling me that I should pop by their lovely studio in Surry Hills if I ever set foot in Sydney, the motherland of kangaroos and surfer boys galore. Isn’t that very very sweet? Thanks girls! =) Ding ding ding ding ding! Do you think they’ll allow me to play with their gorgeous, gorgeous clothes for a few minutes and get some pictures taken like I did at my friend Mich’s? That’s such a great idea right there, don’t you think? Hmmm, I’m gonna do it every once in a while… you know, raid a few designers’ studios, try on some clothes and play pictionary! Hahaha! One of the things I love about fashion is the fact that you can live out some of your fantasies even for a single moment.
Need I say more? DEVASTATING!
Louis Vuitton Tribute Patchwork Bag
What is it like to carry 15 Louis Vuitton handbags at the same time? Meet Louis Vuitton’s most expensive handbag as of yet — The Louis Vuitton Tribute Patchwork bag. Priced at around US$45,000 (yep, fourtyfivethousandschmackeroos) the Tribute Patchwork bag is made out of samples from LV’s latest spring/summer and cruise handbag lines. Crazy eh? God… I’d rather buy a couple of Hermès birkins in different colours and leathers than get that heinous bag. I love Louis Vuitton. I really do. Decadent as they are, I’m sorry but this bag looks disgusting! But then again, LV does have that unexplainable factor where you can’t leave empty handed whenever you go inside their stores. Power of persuasion perhaps? Whatevs. I know my credit card will most definitely get declined if I attempt to buy this hideous piece of patchwork shit. Oh well.
In any case, this is probably just a silly PR thing for Louis Vuitton. As if they need it.
Oh and thank god Marc Jacobs went to rehab.
Nan Kempner’s Closet Part Deux: The Art of Dressing
As some of you already know, the Metropolitan Museum’s Costume Institute ended their "Nan Kempner: American Chic" exhibit over the weekend. As a little personal tribute to Mrs. Thomas Kempner herself and to all of her fans around the world, here’s an old piece from American Harper’s Bazaar.
I’m 100% sure that Nan’s astounding personal style and taste will always be remembered by generations upon generations to come. Nan is definitely, hands-down, the best-dressed socialite in the entire universe. Every dime a dozen hand-me-down-money rich bitch is a fucking rodent compared to her.
Thanks, Thomas from NYC for sharing these wonderful HB scans. Unless you have high-speed internet access, don’t even bother clicking the link because all the images you are about to see are ginormous! You may want to contact Harper’s Bazaar directly and purchase a back issue.
Scarlett Johansson at Louis Vuitton!!!
OK. I have to admit I’m not really a big fan but boy she looks pretty on the photos that you are about to see. Never mind the clothes and the accessories — I want the hair! Oh yes oh yes oh yes the hair! This is exactly one of the reasons why I wanted to grow my hair — to achieve this sorta look except I’ll do it differently. The main thing is I want my hair long on the front so I can slick it back or style it reaally high like a beehive. Whatevs. I just want long hair!!!
Click click click for more photos!
Herve Leger, Madonna, Vanity Fair… Maurico is GOD!
My Mexican buddy Mauricio was right all along. Remember my January 23, 2007 entry about Dior Haute Couture and how my life coach Mauricio told me I should wear that black Herve Leger dress instead? Scroll down to the bottom of that page. Well, I was reading Chuvaness’ blog and found out that Madonna beat me to it.
Edit: Madonna’s dress by Dolce & Gabbana
Lessons learned: Mauricio is god and Madonna reads my blog.
(Edit again, this time from Mauricio himself): Madonna ain’t got nothing on HER. Watch it all through and do not take one eye off her.
Right from the start, I’ve always stated I have zero writing skills and my command of the English language is similar to that of a five year old from Colombo, Sri Lanka. I’ve been blogging for god knows how long now and to this date, I still get hounded by vicious and unforgiving English nazis because of my atrocious spelling and grammar on my PERSONAL blog. Anyway, I find it all interesting because 99.99% of them are Filipinos, who I seriously think are the most NOTORIOUS
English nazis human spellcheckers in the world. I know because I’m pathetic enough to check their ip addresses. Blah blah blah, yaddi yaddi yadda. Imagine the festivities galore when they see this. I found a little newspaper scan (one of the TOP broadsheets in the viva third world) on Mrs. T’s blog.
Photo credit: Mrs. T.
Que horror! Oh dear. Better luck next time, I guess.
Oh well. I can’t even pronounce Proenza Schouler correctly in spite of the fact that Lazaro Hernandez and Jack McCollough took turns inseminating my ass when they spitroasted me a couple of years ago. And Proenza is what, American? Whatevs. I’ll stick to Target. At least you can’t go wrong with it. LOL.
Linda Evangelista @ Vanity Fair
The dress. The smile. The pose. She really is *THE* ultimate supermodel. She’s a goddess! Stunning. Absolutely stunning.
Did she get a nosejob?