Straight From Nature

A certain friend of mine happens to hail from the great state of Maine. So naturally I thought of her when I saw this perfume, which the company assures me, "dries down into the musky scent of sensual skin coupled with sun-dried grass." OK, sure.

Funny enough I once bought some perfume for said friend--in retrospect I wonder what I was thinking, because scent is so personal and how can you possibly choose one for another person, but anyway I did--and I came across it the other day at L'Occitane:



I guess I liked the scent from the start since I bought it for her, but now I just associate it with her, giving it a different added appeal. So I bought one and spritzed it right on that night. I may not smell like Maine, or sensual skin coupled with dried grass, but I'm happy with it. (Incidentally while I was in the L'Occitane in Columbus Circle, a man in his early 70s came in, appearing perfectly normal, but then made a beeline for the Cherry Blossom eau de toilette and proceeded to spray it all over himself about 8 times. Weirder still he was opening his jacket and spraying it inside there repeatedly. It was so creepy I had to leave and come back later for my purchase.)

Stars...They're Just Like Us!

Terry Richardson's favorite sandwich is the same as mine: monterey jack, sprouts, avocado and red onion on whole wheat. A lemonade and a cowgirl cookie (chocolate with white chocolate chips and dried cherries) and I'm set.

Surfer Crew/Folk Heroes/Cold-Blooded Murderers

Buying silkscreened posters on Etsy is a dangerous game...there are just so damn many of them, and most often the design is mediocre. But I kind of like this "Surf Crew" one from Slidesideways.



But then there is a very weird Ned Kelly look to their heads, which I think is unintentional since the designers aren't Australian and probably don't know about the Aussie outlaw/folk hero best recognized by his homemade headgear:



Rifling around the National Library of Australia's online collection of National Treasures did reveal that Ned undeniably had a way with words, referring to some policemen as "a parcel of big ugly fat-necked wombat headed big bellied magpie legged narrow hipped splaw-footed sons of Irish Bailiffs or english landlords." Thank you, Ned. Anyway, being an Aussiephile, I saw the Heath Ledger movie in theatres (possibly in Australia--was it even released in the US?) but unfortunately not the Mick Jagger version. In the end, folk hero or not, it's a sad story that ends badly, so yeah, I think the Ned Kelly masks sort of ruin it for me.

God Bless the USA

This picture of Jamie Lynn Spears and her family is old as the hills, but it continues to inspire me. I mean, what better way to share your newborn with the world than by posing with a pot of coffee straight from the coffeemaker, some muffins from the bakery department of the grocery store, and the infant propped up in an insane motorized rocking device????? I am SO recreating this when my next baby is born this fall.

Blonde on Blonde

Now that is blonde. I feel like not matter what I say, they never get it light enough for me when I get my hair done.
Not sure where I got this picture from, but most likely from knightcat, which is actually my favorite fashion blog. It has a very disctinct viewpoint, something like '80s metal/90s slacker/haute couture/brazilian beach babes/retro california hippie. In other words, a magical combination and a refreshing change from the slavish tastefulness (and trendiness) of blogs like The Sartorialist.

Urban Jungle

I love the haphazard hanging plants. Now that the blazing hot summer is over I plan to fill my loft with lots of plantlife. RIght now it's a giant white box and I think some messy ferns will give it some hippie flavor. I am seriously considering getting some macrame planters to hang in the windows of the main space, in fact. Is that too crazy?

Paying with Plastic

The toy cash register was one of my most beloved childhood toys, but in truth today's kids would not even recognize a cash register if they saw one (which they wouldn't, except in an Olde Tyme Shoppe). Enter the Credit Card Swiper toy.

Road Trip

Mental Note

Remind me to get this for my next license plate. While we're on the subject, I love the (offensive but hilarious) phrase "Bro's before ho's".

Love, Mick X

I originally saved this image because I thought the stationery design was cool....although I'm thinking that having "The Rolling Stones Ltd." up at the top is really what makes it so appealing.

For Becky

Welcome to Fancytown!

Smokin'

Oh Really, J.Crew?

, I was very interested to see that J.Crew's new Dixon boot bears a very, very striking resemblance to the Proenza Schouler one I was gaga over last year.
To wit, the Dixon:

And the Proenza original:

I actually went so far as to try on the Dixon, in the futile hope that it might be a good substitute, but the fit is very awkward and it's particularly loose around the ankle area meaning it has a stocky, baggy look instead of the sleek one it should have.