
Call me a fashion nerd but I can not stop obssessing over the recent fashion spread in Harpers Bazaar of The Simpsons. Its killing me, killing me, very softly . . .
Check out Homer as Karl Lagerfield!
and the best one yet, the Simpson's take on the Viktor & Rolf fashion show, Genius!!!!!
Monday, July 30, 2007
Oh Harpers Bazaar, How Genuis Of You!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Walk it out!
So I know that this is already making the rounds but really I just wanted to do my good deed for the day and share it with the world.
Walk it out, Fosse
Friday, July 27, 2007
Four for Friday
Diplo the philanthropist
While some DJ's squander their time away boozing it up and macking on the ladies, Diplo apparently spends his teaching kids in the Australian Outback and juvenile justice centers to make music. And did you know he used to be a schoolteacher? As though I didn't adore you before, Diplo, now's it's completely out of control. (Don’t we make a cute couple? Wait, is he checking out my rack?)
McCarren Pool Historical Landmark
Last Tuesday, the Landmarks Preservation Commission granted the hipster haven known as McCarren Pool Historical Landmark status. What does this mean for the future of the spot? And more importantly, will pool goers now think twice before leaving their cans and bottles all over the ground and ruining movie night, which no longer allows people to bring in these items?
Thurston Moore turns 49
And on Wednesday, Sonic Youth's Thurston Moore celebrated his 49th Birthday. More like Sonic Elderly! Just kidding. Sonic Youth remains one of my favorite bands. And speaking of McCarren Pool, they will perform "Daydream Nation" in its entirety there this Saturday night. It should be an amazing show.
Arcade Fire and LCD Soundsystem show at Randall’s Island in NYC on October 6
The robots got their tickets (Nice one, Yer). Did you?
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Mini-vacate in New Haven

J and I spent some time in his hometown of New Haven this past weekend and spent most of it roaming around downtown Yale and eating delicious foods (thanks to the stellar cooking of his Dad). Friday night was spent acquainting myself with his crew of mostly guys and drinking alot of cheap, cheap drinks, it was glorious!
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Bootyoke
Every so often, I find myself at Piano's on a weeknight and each time I do, I'm usually baffled by what's going on there. Last Monday night was no exception.
After a belly-filling two hours of "dip tasting" for an upcoming magazine article, we ventured over to the LES to check out our friend Amy's guest spot at Smartass Trivia. When she was done the announcer informed us that "Bootyoke" was coming up next. We decided to stick around and give this curiously named affair a chance.
The regular Monday night karaoke crew, Karaoke Killed the Cat, (AKA Chris Goldteeth, Lord Easy and Matt Coats) host "Bootyoke." The idea came about to fill the missing niche of karaoke nights featuring aspiring singers crooning in hot pants or short shorts. This was the third installment of the annual event.
To call me an avid fan of karaoke would be a stretch. In fact, I usually avoid it at all cost. But somehow, it's a lot more interesting when performed by a guy wearing gold leggings that match his gold teeth. Four hours later, we were still in the middle of the dance floor, fists in the air, singing along at the top of our lungs.
Highlights included a powerful rendition of Whitesnake's "Here I go Again," complete with giant gong hits to emphasize the dramatic moments and a full-on crowd sing-along of Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz' "Get Low." You really haven't lived until you've screamed out "To the sweat drop down my balls/ To all these bitches crawl" with an entire bar full of people.
Sometimes, pictures speak louder than words. I snapped as many as I could until my camera battery died. Check out a few below by clicking the arrows on the right and left. Enjoy!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
You roll over when I want more
To top off my stellar weekend of fun in the sun to the soundtrack of my favorite musical artists, I set out for Central Park late Sunday afternoon to catch the multilingual and always fun Brazilian Girls at Summerstage.
When my friend told me he was going at 1:30 p.m., I thought he was being overtly cautious. Apparently, they stopped letting people in at 4:30 p.m. So when we rolled up close to 6 p.m. and heard "Lazy Lover" playing as we entered the park, it was clear we weren't getting in.
Disappointed, I opted to sit outside and listen because it was a nice day at least. I hadn't seen Brazilian Girls since the release of Talk To La Bomb and the new songs ("Jique," "Sweatshop" and "Sexy Asshole") sounded good, even from afar. My friend wasn't into it so she left, but soon after that, my luck changed for the better. I managed to snag a VIP. wristband and suddenly I was next to the stage watching Sabina strut across the stage in a skintight bodysuit -- with no visible underwear in sight!
I listened there for a bit, took some photos and eventually headed out into the crowd to find some friends to enjoy the last handful of songs with. The set ended with a larger than life performance of "Pussy" complete with an entire stage full of musicians while the crowd sang along to the classic jam.
Unfortunately, there was no encore but the show was great and everyone seemed content as they headed out. I don't care how many times this band plays for free in the city, it's always good times and I'm always happy when I go. Next time, I'll try to get there a little earlier though!
Monday, July 23, 2007
Where is Maya Mind?
After an eventful and social morning of flag-making and trench digging in Fort Greene Park, I rode the G train back to CG$ (the cutesy moniker I bestowed upon my hood, Carroll Gardens), threw on my white jumper and some big earrings, tossed a ridiculous amount of liquor into a water bottle, topped it off with a little ice and mixer and headed right back out the door. The destination: Coney Island for Village Voice's 7th Annual Siren Festival.
My friend and I touched down on Coney Island just in time to catch the end of Lavender Diamond over on the Stillwell Avenue stage. The LA based outfit's set was highlighted with beautiful, ethereal vocals and lovely melodies but the highlight of the performance was the banter between songs. Front woman Becky Stark lectured the crowd on the use of compost toilets vs. shitting in our water and asked us to believe that matter didn't exist and that Earth was the best "planet in the world."
Everyone around us nodded in agreement when we suggested that we'd like some of whatever she was on.
Afterwards, we made a bathroom stop, loaded up on beer and fought the crowd to secure a spot for M.I.A.'s set on the main stage. Before too long, Sri Lankan songbird Maya Arulpragasam burst onto stage.
She blew through most of Arular, including "Pull Up The People", "Bucky Done Gun", "Fire Fire", "Bingo", "10 Dollar" and, as her last song, "Galang" and played the few new tracks off the upcoming album that I'm familiar with such as "XR2", "Boyz" and "Bird Flu." She completely surprised us with a cover of the Pixies' "Where Is My Mind" that I didn't even recognize until my friend pointed out the lyrics 3/4th of the way through.
She also made a lot of jokes about her highly publicized visa woes.
I'm kicking myself for not grabbing tickets to her Studio B show this Wednesday. It should be amazing. At least I can find solace in the fact that Kala is on the way (one day before my birthday!) Rumor has it that she worked with Timbaland, Diplo (of course), Blaqstarr and Switch. Can't wait to hear it!
Friday, July 20, 2007
Harry's Pots

Just in case you've been dead, nerds across the country are lining up at various bookstores right now for the sale of the last Harry Potter book tonight at midnight. During my hour of, "when the hell am I getting off work" internet prowl, I came across this horrifying picture of Daniel Radcliffe. There are no words, except, No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and
MY EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Check him out on the cover of Details, kinda scary!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Chromeo-no o!
Saw this on TV last night:
What does "Needy Girl have to do with peanut butter cups anyways?
Type rest of the post here
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Let's go to the beach, deer!
Last Saturday night, Yer coyly asked me if I wanted to go to the beach the next morning. It took a quarter of a millisecond for my mind to cancel everything I had planned and my mouth to blurt out "Yes!"
Thus began my first official New York weekend beach excursion.
The next morning turned out to be closer to noon but I was still game when I awoke and a car arrived outside my apartment promptly after.
After more than a handful of stops for supplies (read: booze), we finally arrived at our destination: Robert Moses State Park. We spent a few easy hours on the sand drinking white wine and margaritas while watching the waves wash ashore and recede. We buried Yer in the sand, we dipped into the icy Atlantic only to be assaulted by brutal waves and a lifeguard yelled at me for swimming out too far; all in all, a fantastic day.
On the way back to the car, we spotted a deer lazily munching on some grass while fellow weekend beach goers looked on or away. Neither seemed to care or be disturbed by the other's presence. It merited a photo from me because I've never seen a deer interacting so idly with people. Sadly, the animal didn't appear entirely healthy.
Note to self: Go back to the beach real soon and next time, bring a kite, a boogie board and deer food!


