i was going through some old links and was reminded of projects like the grey sweatshirt revolution and little brown dress. the concept is to wear the same outfit for extended periods of time (a season for one, a year for the other).

i'm weirdly ocd about clothes. i feel ill at ease if i wear the exact same outfit more than once. (it's okay if i wear the same thing and different accessories, just not the exact same thing.) a project like this seems like it would be healthy for me. i obsess about things that nobody else cares about/notices and that energy could be spent much more productively elsewhere.

the saddest part is that i know how ridiculous the spotlight effect is. one of the funniest studies about it did things like sending students into classes wearing a barry manilow t-shirt and/or having legitimate 'bad hair' and later surveyed the other students to see how many people remembered the incident. most weren't even paying attention.

i like these photos (via jcreport's coverage of carribean fashion week). elbow-high black gloves + bracelet = hot.

do any of you wear heels regularly?

i enjoy looking at them, but i can't walk in them to save my life. my male friends do a better job than i do.

i can't say i actually know many people who do wear them, though.. the only time i see them is at clubs, which is odd since they seem like the least practical place to wear them.

last night r. & i stayed up 'til 5 watching the hunting of the president and supersize me and drinking wine. when i get smashed, i can't sleep. i wrapped my toes around the aluminum bars of my bed, trying hopelessly to stop the world from spinning. i finally passed out only to awaken at 9 feeling like shit. so i got up and started listing my record collection in discogs. it takes forever but it's an oddly calming process. it's also educational - i didn't realize i had two copies of paperclip people - the climax (although they're slightly different versions, so i'll justify it that way.)

when she woke up i attempted to cook breakfast. you can tell when i am cooking because the smoke detector begins shrieking and wailing. the hashbrowns ended up a dark brown yet still not fully cooked. i dumped garlic and chili powder and pepper all over them and it seemed to help. the vegetarian bacon was black, limp, and oily. i made coffee but i was out of sugar. i decided to try splenda instead but since no spoon was handy i dumped in an unmeasured amount and the coffee was murdered by nasty chemical sweetener-flavor. only the scrambled eggs with feta turned out well, but r. doesn't eat eggs. i held the sides of my head, feeling terrible with my hangover and my crap-cooking-guilt. luckily she isn't a picky eater and didn't notice. she isn't picky in general. i appreciate that about her character, and it probably makes being friends with me a lot more enjoyable. :P


why do these shoes by marc newson have to be nikes? they're so wonderful but i just can't justify wearing nikes. hopefully he'll start designing shoes for somebody less reprehensible.

i'm about halfway through watching l'avventura.

i like the cynical dialogue.

i'm enthralled with these bathing caps. man i want one. ebay doesn't have any that resemble them.

styleaholics (found via shejay, found via skymob

just discovered anachronaut's falls..



i'm enthralled. they're all custom designs. 'course i still haven't even gotten my old hair made into falls so i should probably do that first.

today was "x eye for the straight guy" with p. we did find him a variety of new shirts & pants.. but it devolved rapidly from there. i suppose i can justify the little black dress and the hoodie. i can't justify the blue chinese silk jacket, the tattered gauzy skirt, the swirl dress, the mirrored sunglasses, or the rainbow bobby socks with the protruding frog's heads. i particularly can't justify the maroon and baby blue pumas. it doesn't matter if it was a thrift store. there are only so many pumas i realistically need. *hangs head*

triscuits is visiting from san jose for the kraftwerk show. i insisted on meeting her and dragging her around with us. margaritas and brownies and the chris cunningham dvd and recordspinning and dinner @ blu. but i'm sick and feeling like cr-to-the-izap. walking up stairs is exhausting. i feel guilty about being such a boring companion.. she was very cool. normally i'm a better tourguide.

going to try to stay home tomorrow (stop smirking, i'm serious) and rest & heal. perhaps i'll have a miracle recovery in time for flammable.

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i love the oddly named "GAS books" even though they are ridiculously expensive and aren't really books at all. i also really enjoy the "girls on the street" fashion section on their main site. they have photos of random people from vancouver, paris, nyc, barcelona, etc.. but my favorites are almost always the ones taken in japan.