This’d be a latergram, if I had posted it anywhere ever. Or at least earlier. But I put it here instead, and so are you. There may be a strip mall at the bottom of this pic I took last Friday, before the #shitshowshutdown but one of the best things here is the open sky.
Street art project operating from Brooklyn NY is 3-D printing these great small rabbits and 10K of them are around the world. This is mine from tonight. #mysterabbit
I’ve always preferred red carpet entrances to the actual awards ceremonies, and the stars were sparkling at the 65th Emmys. The fall s the season of jewel tones with ruby, emerald, amethyst & sapphire. Miles of silk wafting through a sea of flashbulbs is what Hollywood freaking is, candy for the eyeballs, and I’m for it.
So let’s get into the best and the worst.
Best Color I Have Ever Seen is this impossible blue-teal on Jessica Pare. It read more green on my television screen. To die for.
Most Adorable Couple goes to John Hamm and Jennifer Westfeldt. She took a fashion risk and it it paid off nicely. Fun color.
There is nothing wrong with Christina Hendricks in this Christian Siriano gown. Delicious; pairs well with Johnny Walker Black.
It is so nice to see youth done well. Lena Dunham’s velvety makeup was great with the Prada print that was great with the carpet. Thoughtful, had vim, and no need to be tugging on a damn hem. Good work.
Padma Lakshmi was absolutely killing it. They broke the mold with this woman. Stunning, always.
Best Color Pairing was on Anna Faris and Allison Janey. With the play of the vivid lemon and the fantastic purple next to each other, you didn’t even mind that wig on Anna. Perfectly orchestrated fashion happening here. More of this please, thanks!
Best Back is on Katrina Bowden from 30 Rock. Super creative bead placement. It felt like vintage, but new & now.
Token Best Man — because I really only notice the gowns is Zachary Quinto in Givenchy. The charcoal textures and matte cement tie were a fresh & pleasant surprise.
Second-to-the-worst look was Michelle Dockery’s Prada. Love both colors together, love her whole deal, but the fullness of the skirt was as if she stood up and took the floor rug with her. It’s the one gown I never need to see again.
Worst look Heidi Klum’s Versace. The turtleneck looked uncomfortably tight and I just kept thinking “lizard” for some reason.
And to leave on a nice note, Zooey Deschanel looked her best ever. The metallic icy blue column dress was accessorized with a Chanel tourmaline ring. The slit was so high that she could move in it as if she were just in jeans. Well played.
Another reason to love Canada is Bite beauty: all-natural lipstick that’s good enough to eat.
This double-ended dreamy cream is called “Bold” with cherry red “Pomegranate” and fuschia pink “Vidal.” Excellent coverage and feels moisturizing. Pleased to see that vivid lipstick is not just for spring and summer, it’s on our lips this fall.
Pro tip: cover lips with the fuschia first, then add red on the outside corners and cupid’s bow for a 3-D effect.
Not big on malls — because they make me feel like a zombie — I popped into JC Penney to seek out eyefuls of the suddenly-affordable design line by Jonathan Adler, arbiter of “Happy Chic.” He covers beds, baths and beyond with great prints and color palettes.
But I surprised myself by throwing down for an Archipelago Botanicals candle in the scent called “Quince” which I didn’t even know was a fruit. It’s velvety scent feels much like pear and is wafting all over my house.
Unforgiven (1992 D: Clint Eastwood, W: David Webb Peoples) was one of the first Westerns I saw on my own volition. I told my then boyfriend/now husband, “Westerns are boring. I like French films.”
But Nick Tangborn took me and Doug Jones to see Unforgiven and all 3 of us enjoyed it. I loved the storyline about Eastwood’s character coming out of killing-retirement to kill a man who did something very wrong to a woman.
However unlawful, you root for him on his quest, because there are folks on the right side of the law doing the wrong thing; and folks on the wrong side of the law doing the right thing.
Like every Eastwood film, it was smart, gripping, and made to be seen.
The Bling Ring (2013 D: Sofia Coppola W: Sofia Coppola, Nancy Jo Sales) was a fun, eye-candy romp that intersected two of my favorite things: unattainably-priced fashion and modern architecture.
Based on real-life events, celebrity-lifestyle-obsessed teens in Los Angeles got online to find out when well-heeled celebrities would be out of town. Paparazzi photos showed what the houses looked like. At Rachel Bilson’s, a door was unlocked; at Paris Hilton’s, the key was under the mat.
Once inside, the teens entered the TMZ-glorified version of paradise. They tried on clothes, stole shoes that didn’t fit, and shoveled piles of jewelry and cash into whatever fancy luggage was in the homes. They re-entered the same homes so often, they even started to party.
Their first “take” was the infamous Hermes Birkin handbag. The girls have style and taste. They went to the hottest nightclubs and got bottle service with a lit sparkler on top. They were up to no good and uploading incriminating selfies with stolen loot to Facebook. They were always going to get caught.
The morality lesson is absolutely there in the film, and manages to not be condescending. This is why it doesn’t actually glorify the crimes (as Rachel Bilson herself said in the press). If anything, it makes you see how truly absurd it is to be enamored with celebrities — and Sofia herself would know.
Breaking the Waves (1996 D: Lars von Trier W: Lars von Trier, Peter Asmussen) made me sad for three days. When the matinee ended, I was destroyed. The outside world was hazy and fuzzy as the sweater Emily Watson wore every day.
However tragic, this is most of all, a love story. The unbridled power of romantic love at soulmate level happened in a small coastal village in North Scotland. There are multilayered forces of religion, illness, forgiveness and faith. There is extreme isolation, whether geographically or inside Bess’s mind.
Bess shows crushing devotion as she visits her newlywed husband Jan who has a serious diagnosis. The cameras get close and handheld, shrinking the confines of his potentially permanent hospital stay. And when she’s not at the hospital, Bess is being ostracized by the rest of the village.
It ‘s confusing, dejecting, and there is something so deep about it, it gets right to the bone marrow, full of gristle and jelly and musk.
I asked the woman at Central Market to help find me what is very fragrant. She showed me these flowers that also came in white, and in a beige tea-stained color that smelled better but looked worse. Kind of the color of dulce du leche ice cream, but I want that on a spoon and not in my floral arrangements, so I bought this pale lavender. They look and smell great.