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Graffiti: that cherished urban art form, juvenile delinquent time-killer and means of political and social protest, is one that generally goes unnoticed by the masses. Whether it be on the walls of an abandoned building or a dilapidated subway station, most people find it easy to simply ignore the the colorful bubble letters and illegible black chicken scratch scrawled all over our city. And so did I...until now.
After spotting the phrase "Neck face is ugly" throughout Soho and the Lower East Side, I've been wondering what in the world this could possibly mean. Here are some of my hypotheses:
There are two baby dolls hanging from a traffic light pole on the corner of Kenmare and Bowery. WTF is this? Does anyone have any information that would make us less creeped out than we are? We have to work a block away from this. Could the Williamsburg Sneaker/Baby Doll Hanging prankster be coming to Manhattan? Even though it's probably a prank, you have to admit it's still kind of creepy...
When I heard Kanye welcoming me to the Good Life on Graduation, I said to myself, “Well, he’s not really inviting me, but that’s still nice. It’s the thought that counts.” Wrong! Apparently he really does want to spread the wealth, recently going so far as to advertise the secret to his success on YouTube: Drinking. Specifically, Absolut Vodka.
Drink Absolut and you will straight turn into Kanye West, the ad implies. Someone please let me know if I interpreted that incorrectly, 'cause it’s only 11:30 but I was thinking about getting started asap.
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This cover-up combines two of my least favorite styles of apparel: the maxi dress and the is-she-or-isn't-she tube smock into one sea-green monster. The model's definitely with me on this one: How. Dare. You. Put. Me. In. This. Again. For the fourth year in a row. I am not expecting. I hate children, except when seared atop dry wheat toast. Or perhaps she's just hungry?
[Image via Shopbop]
The other day I was at home getting some work done. The desk in my "office" faces so that when seated you're exposed to a serene view through the windows. Today, however, such a view was not to be had as it was obstructed by my neighbor's ass.
Curious movements on the terrace across the street caught my attention around noon. It looked as if someone were exercising on a mini stair master (something you'd see at Sharper Image), or giving a shiatsu massage while wearing nothing but a backbrace. I found it to be an unusual sight, then again, who wouldn't like to be nude on their balcony on such a beautiful day? About an hour later I noticed he was still there, and was now gardening.
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Last night on the corner of Ludlow and Stanton in LES, I along with many others were fortunate enough to witness the CLASSIC overweight drunk man in "tighty whiteys" who kept his shades on in the dark. It may be too often we come across something like this because really we should never have to experience it, however it did bring a puzzled smile to my face.
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If you believe the adage there's no such thing as bad publicity, then this list of the 40 all-time best publicity stunts will impress you more than someone willing to get punched repeatedly in the face simply to appease their boss. Because that's what happens for a group of dysfunctionally loyal employees who took one for the team on camera. They're only smiling because they have great health insurance. In another vaguely self-destructive episode, Chip Wilson, the founder of athletic wear giant Lululemon, traveled in a coffin to throw his own party and race entitled "Chip's Not Dead Yet Miracle Mile." Finally, another grand highlight comes in the form of a No Pants Subway Ride courtesy of 900 "underwear enthusiasts", which pretty much speaks for itself.
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[Image via Flip Cup Guys]
Regardless of whether you went to state college or graced the halls of a hallowed undergrad institution, there are a few near-universal rites of passage that ensue. One is playing Russian Roulette with the athlete's-foot-infested dorm shower stalls and the other is contracting mono from excessive participation in Flip Cup tournaments. Now, thanks to the Flip Cup Guys, there's no need to mature beyond sophomore year. Just join the NYC Tournament of Champions!
France gave us the Statue of Liberty but India may be the one to steal our crown for the largest, quasi-religious, rusted out sculpture to grace a nation's shores. Strangely, the Indian province that is looking to erect a $4.5 million monument to excess, I mean liberty, is struggling to keep its head above the tide of the global food crisis and water shortages that are resulting in a high suicide rate of farmers.
[Image via Daily Telegraph]
You may have caught the Sunday Styles piece on Sarah Jessica Parker's "recycled" dress for the New York Sex & The City premiere. After being reassured by Olivier Theyskens that her dress had never been worn before, it was discovered that the dress had in fact been worn by the lovely socialite and Vogue editor Lauren Santo Domingo on May 5th when she walked down the carpet with Theyskens at the Met Gala in NYC.
Mario Grauso, president of Puig's fashion division, tried to defend their lack of disclosure by saying that Lauren Santo Domingo was not a "celebrity", and, therefore, her wearing of it was immaterial. Hmmm...sure socialites are not celebrities, but their pictures are so readily available on the internet, that you might as well treat them all as one lot. But I digress...adding salt to Parker's wounds, and scuttling Grauso's defense is the recent discovery by the Daily Telegraph that La Lohan ALSO wore the dress! More»
[Photo via Moist Production]
Some people are addicted to The Hills while others find their compulsions lie with gambling or video games. My long-suffering boyfriend, however, has a far worse problem. He is addicted to Gummi Bears. This would not be much of an issue if his preferences didn't run exclusively towards Haribo brand Gummi Bears, the aristocracy of gelatinous movie theater candy. And it seems he is not alone. Jason Freeny, the artistic genius behind Moist Productions (I know, at least he didn't call it "secretions") has finally validated Gummi addicts the world over and silenced their exasperated loved ones.
The Anatomy of Gummi Bears collection is fantastic and include such classics as "You Are What Eats You" and "Immaculate Confection". A self-professed child of hippies, Freeny has designed trophies for MTV award ceremonies and "develop[s] works of candy colored madness" while watching cartoons with his son. Check him out. Sweet tooth or not, Freeny is a treat.
Monday, December 9
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