Monday, November 8, 2010

Bravo

For those of you with cable, please tune in Tuesday at 10 pm to Bravo. It is the premiere of season 2 of The Fashion Show. Oddly enough, the guy who lives in the apartment next door (loyal readers will remember a post about me breaking into his apartment to retrieve my howling cat) made some cameos last season. His family owns B&J Fabrics where the contestants go to get supplies and he works there when he is not studying to be an architect. But that was last season. This season, my friend Jeffery (second from the left below) is a contestant. We went to school together at FIT and he was one of those really kind super talented beings that came into school with flawless sewing skills and amazing illustration talent, so I really can't wait to see what he will create for the show. Also, Iman is the cohost this season! Not that I am all about Iman or anything but she is married to David Bowie, whom you know I am bat shit crazy about. Let me break it down like this: I know someone who knows someone who is married to David Bowie. We are now that much closer to hanging out and being friends (pssh, humbly assuming he doesn't know who I am already and isn't holding his breath waiting for an excuse to call me up to chat, so I don't think he is a freak or something).

Anyway, I'll be watching the premiere at David Bowies house (in my mind, in reality I will be in my living room). You should watch it too. Tuesday. Bravo. 10/9c.

You can also see more about Jeffery here and here.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Oh the cats...

I had to wait to post these images out of principal. To clue you in, there was an incident when I was 12 or so when I got the Big Idea to sneak into my parent's closet during the Christmas pre-season and peek at all of my unwrapped gifts. What did I do with the wrapped gifts bearing my name you ask? I slit the tape and peaked at them too, naturally. This predisposition to disliking surprises is not entirely my fault, as I was raised by a woman who in January would come home with a cat-who-ate-the-canary look on her face and sing song to me, "Lauren I bought you the best gift todaaaaaay!" After much excitement and badgering it would finally come out that she had in fact, bought me the best Christmas present and I would have to wait nearly a year to find out what 'the best present' was. Since the incident of my 12th year, I have for the last 17 years, gotten stickers on all my gifts that say, 'no sneakin', no peekin" and everyone but me laughs. So, it had been ingrained in me since pretty much birth to not get excited at all for presents of the obligatory nature (birthdays and Christmas). My mother however, has remained unaffected despite my constant attempts to inflict the same damage upon her at every opportunity.

Harper's birthday was just such an opportunity. Due to the teaser post about the present Tim and I were making her she was very excited about seeing them completed. I informed her that she would receive no preview of the finished cats here and would have to wait until after Harper's birthday to see the finished set. Hell, I even mailed them to her house first so she would have to take the unwrapped gift to Raleigh herself-without peeking! I am laughing hysterically as I write this because I have just realized what I have done but God, what an ungrateful daughter I am! So mean, right? Anyway, here are the cats.






















They have names and personalities and everything and are so friggin' cute. Especially that mouse. I'd tell you more about them but I am still staggering over how mean that was to mail the package to my mom when she just wanted to see those cats and that mouse that is so damn cute. I'll have to make it up to her in obligatory Christmas gifts or something.

Monday, November 1, 2010

The Best of the Best

For Halloween this year (every year up here actually) there was several nights of celebration. Friday we went to a birthday party which was supposed to be costumed but there were only 4 of us dressed up-with Tim and I holding up half of that amount (though one of us could just take his mask off and look dapper in his wedding suit). Needless to say I did not take many pictures of all the fun costumes this evening. The next night we ran around with Maria and Evan and somehow I was having too much fun to remember to take photos. Anyway, there was a really well done Selena at one of the places we went, but most of the others were just sad, ill-researched costumes not worthy of picture taking.

Personally, I do just a little bit of research when I will be dressing up as something because not only to I want it to be the best that it can be, I don't want to have to explain it to everyone. I want it to be recognizable and maybe it is the designer in me, but I want it to be accurate as well. I am the only person within a 5 mile radius of myself who feels this way apparently. The worst of the worst was this douchebag version of David Bowie. This guy was on stage, the lead singer in a band and didn't bother to even look at a picture of David Bowie before claiming he was him. This is personal because David Bowie is one of my favorite people in the world. We have spent time together and I know every word to everything he has ever sung. AND I was thinking about going as him this year, but decided I couldn't do it justice (next year I will however, just to show that guy up). Maybe that DDB (Douchebag David Bowie) was like 19 or something and the poor dear just didn't have the attention span to do a Google search or god forbid open a book and perhaps I just take Halloween a little too seriously, but I was personally affronted by his costume. For those of you unfamiliar with David Bowie, He looks like this:

As you can see, there are several different incarnations (periods) which you, as a Halloween costumer could choose to represent. The DDB had chosen to bludgeon the greatest of all, known as Ziggy Stardust.
It could be done really well, and not by knocking off the jumpsuit either. See below.
This even involves cross dressing, which is complicated to pull off! Those are girls. The one on the left is Angie Bowie- his first wife. He is now married to Iman (who I actually have more to say about later in the week, so stay tuned assuming you manage to read this far down in the post and are not merely looking at the images wondering just what the hell I did for Halloween...). The one on the right is a really good Ziggy Stardust. For the first time, I am wishing that I took a picture of the DDB do I could contrast at this point. I will try to create a mental image. He had chosen an ass-length redneck blonde feathered mullet and not bothered to spray it orange or even cut it. Then he had chosen a Steven Tyler scarf which he danced with and tied on his microphone-not at ALL like David Bowie. This next part is the most unpardonable of his sins... He was wearing a cheap black and white 90's version of a psychedelic print zoot-suit fitting Austin Powers outfit. Seriously. It would have been better if he had dressed as a farmer and claimed he was David Bowie. The real David Bowie would never be caught dead in what that guy was wearing. I mean, I thought that DDB was a really stupid looking Joker character or something because he had even managed to misrepresent the face make-up which is clearly the easiest part of the costume. If you can't get that right just stop otherwise you are going to make some poor girl dressed as the embodiment of Love and Peace feel like throwing her drink at you with surprising accuracy.

Whew, enough of that. Anyway, a plethora of good costumes have been popping up on facebook and I wanted to show y'all the costumes of people you might know. Or that my mom might know because she fed these kids at some point during my youth.


This is Bentley.



Annalise on the left as a Sugar Skull





As does this one, even though I have no idea who it is.



This is Tim Janson as the Boy With Nails in His Eyes.


Jessie Williams as Space



My friend Tracy as a Crazy Cat Lady. I love the smeared lipstick.



This is Annalise's brother and sister-in-law. They are awesome.



His name tag.



My friend Tiff who actually eats Spam and likes it.


And one more of Love and Death, about to dual in an elevator. This is a good time to mention that my outfit was so right on that the vest underneath was the spitting image of one the Hyde wore on the Halloween Special of that 70's show and my jeans (those patch front and back pocket poly cotton blend bell bottom dealies) were so authentic that I had to carry a pair of pliers with me in my mothers purse just so I could go to the bathroom and get back into them. Take that, DDB.