Excuse Me, I'm Uncomfortable

This makes me very uncomfortable.

French Style

Lagerfiled Confidential by Rodolphe Marconi shows a very intimate look at the life and philosophy of the visionary French designer of Chanel. It is beautifully shot and like anything Karl Lagerfiled touches… pure gold.

oh also...

http://www.thefilter.com/Music/Jonathan-Richman/Surrender-To-Jonathan/5562811-French-Style

just to wet your lips....(I couldn't find the whole song online)

What's My Type

Jesus Christ, From France
An Electric Savior
Long Haired and Grizzly

Sebastian Tellier - Divine



Directed by young Ace Norton, no less. Thanks Yoram for playing this at your Friday night dance party, xx

We're Stuffed

Dear Friends and Readers of T//T--

Happy Post-Thanksgiving, hoping that you all ate some delicious food and spent a moment yesterday reflecting on how lucky we are. Despite the recent economic slaughter, there is much to be thankful for.

Here is what I gave thanks for (besides the obvious family, friends, health standards):

1. Lou Lou Calhoun, who is finally mellowing out and has a new friend, one Ms. Bruno Bones

2. 20% of all sale items at La Garconne (swoon) + other awesome sales on expensive clothes

3.Floral leggings stolen from my 80's closet, which have already induced the stink eye by my family

4. Need I even say it, Barack Obama . Here is hoping the Obama's pick a Chihuahua for their White House pet. Also, here is hoping he shuts it down as a president


Champagne dreams in 2009!

Don't feel bad for them

It happened last year around this time. I woke up early one morning so that I could buy some coffee before I went to work. I decided to drive down the street to Starbucks, because I really wanted to make the coffee at home and have some leisurely moments before work. I parked the car on the corner of Beacon Street. I got out of the car and headed into Starbucks, and there was a Turkey walking down the sidewalk. In that part of Boston there are a lot of wild turkeys that roam around in the Fall and so I wasn’t that surprised. I was in a silly mood and so I nodded to the Turkey, saying to myself “hey, what ya doin’ here turkey,” but he just stared back at me blankly and I went into Starbucks.

On my way out of the coffee shop the Turkey was still there almost like he was waiting for me to settle the score, almost as if he had heard me. I nodded politely and I started back to the car, but this Turkey wasn’t having any of it! He started walking swiftly up to my side stretching his long skinny legs. I became a little nervous and started walking faster but the Turkey was right on my tail. At the corner I was only about 10 feet from the car, so I started to run. This was my big mistake-that Turkey had long ass legs and he was right there with me and his gobbling was becoming frantic and menacing. Once I reached the car I realized I couldn’t stop or he was gonna get me and peck me to death so, I decided I would outsmart him. He was a Turkey after all. So, I ran a circle around the car, but he was smart and fast and he ran right after me. I did about three laps but he wasn’t giving up. I stopped and faced him and we eyed each other up and down. He was tall and his feathers were ruffled.

I only had a few moments to think and so I decided maybe he wanted my coffee, I threw the pound of coffee grinds at him and it hit with a thud. He just gave it a little peck but he wasn’t interested in coffee, he was interested in me. I was fucked and there was no one around to help me. I was cornered by the Turkey. I started to run around the car again, three more laps and still the Turkey didn’t falter. On the fourth lap I decided that I would run around from the front until I got to the door, open it as fast as possible, and hopefully I could block him with it as I jumped in. If this plan failed my life could end right here in a terrible turkey battle. I ran, grabbed the handle, swung open the door, and smoothly jumped into the driver’s seat. PHEW! A sigh of relief. The Turkey stared in through the window at me and pecked at my tires and window but I was safe at last. However, I still did not have the pound of coffee which this entire trip had been intended for. Luckily, the coffee was in close reach on the passenger side of the car, so I opened the door and reached my arm out cautiously to grab my coffee off the ground. With my coffee safely returned to me and my doors locked, I sat back in the driver’s seat and started laughing. I just got in a full on brawl with a fucking turkey.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

In case you needed convincing...

One of our dearly beloved and devoted readers tipped me off to this article (Thanks Claire!). In case you happen to be from Brookline, or your hometown has an equally idiotic tradition, and you were thinking that maybe-just maybe-a yearly reunion could possibly end anything close to good, read on. If you already knew this would only conjure up bad memories of the Horrible Person you or others once were, then rest assured that you were correct in your beliefs.

P.S. don't google image search Dude Bra at work...

MONDAY MONDAY

I bet this guy never hits the snooze button.

"I taste everything - fudge, nougat, Turkish delight - everything, I have 16 boxes of chocolates right next to me now - it is a temptation to keep eating them." -Darren Williams

Um…WHOA. If you don’t like your job maybe this is what you should aspire to be. This guy is basically the modern day Willy Wonka. What grad schools offer this kind of program?

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/7656288.stm

Never Gonna Give You Up

Bust a gut.

The Epic Videos of Vampire Weekend

Although I'm not a Vampire Weekend kinda ho, their music videos make me want to quit my day job and head back to film school, take my clothes off and run around nekkid in Cape Cod or in a Wes Andersonian gray field. Actually, their videos mainly make me want to become a well dressed Ivy League sartorial shark and a dude... weird!


Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa


Oxford Comma

Galab wanaagsan

If you’re hoping to snag a pirate boyfriend chances are in this day and age Somalia might be the best place for you to go. Or worst, depending on how you look at it.

You can expect some smooth talkers but that may come with a price (scan to bottom of linked page)

Obviously you’ll want to know a little about the culture you’re hoping to become a part of. Music and literature are a good place to start, cause you’re new Pirate boyfriend ain’t gonna want no American floozy with a head full of Britney and US Weekly.

Here’s some good pick up lines , but don’t try shaking any hands with boys or you’ll look like a slut!
Assalam Alaikum (Peace be upon you)
Nabad miyaa (is their peace)
Subah wanaagsan (Good morning)
Galab wanaagsan (Good afternoon)
Habeeb wanaagsan (Good night)