The Strokes... give us an album

It seems as though the dead have finally awoken, probably to the continuous droning of thousand of fans worldwide, wailing for the release of a long awaited Strokes (fourth) album. The band has taken a five year hiatus since the release of 2006's "First Impressions of Earth," with guitarist Albert Hammond Jr. and vocalist Julian Casablancas both pursuing somewhat successful solo projects, among other things... AKA, recovering from alcohol and drug addiction, dating famous models, and welcoming children into the world.
However, on Wednesday January 5th bassist Nikolai Fraiture announced on BBC radio that despite weirdness in the studio, the album should be released "in March" (yes, this should sound warily familiar.) All we can do is cross our fingers and pray that our very talented and missed friends check their ego's at the door and deliver the public something even remotely as good as 2003's "Room on Fire"
                                                             AMEN

The Devil's Chokehold

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The fashion world's way of saying: "Rob Pattenson, go stick your teeth elsewhere, preferably into a sandwich and not the necks of naive, grief stricken girls." 

On a side note, why opt for cashmere when we can withstand the fierce weather in jagged black stones!?

Dilemma of the day

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on a totally separate note im in total despair. I seem unable to decide if Cassius Clay, the Yale sophomore who dropped out to be Kanye’s stylist, is crazy or super crazy. or how about super super crazy. read it for yourself here.

yesterday’s morrow

it seems when I moved to the USA I got off at the wrong state. nyc is NOT meant to have snow storms reminiscent of the FICTIONAL movie “the day after tomorrow” (which btw I watched while seated next to a couple who deemed it appropriate to basically have sex in the cinema).

if I wanted “romantic” white fluff, I would have moved to Michigan or those other cold typically American places that are the setting of EVERY Christmas film. has anyone ever noticed that a Christmas movie is never filmed in say Florida?

…..double mention of films might give some indication of how I spent my snow day

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self reminder: shoes other than uggs and snow boots do exist

Breathe

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Life is…

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Bianca Bianca

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It's a Trap!

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When garters go violent
When straight women go... not so straight

FAR OUT

Whoever said that Psychedelic Rock was dead has clearly been abducted and possibly held captive in a remote cave with a ten fold boulder jammed into his/her ears. Tame Imapala has not only revamped the fading genre, but has given it new meaning. The Australian natives' new album, "Innerspeakings" will be released May 2010 and will include the band's singles: Solitude is Bliss and Lucidity.
The riffs are powerful and groovy and the bass rightfully demands full attention on "Half Full Glass of Wine."
WARNING:  This song is vein penetrable and may result in colorful disillusionment; if you are not getting high off of this song you clearly have far more serious problems which should not be discussed on said blog.

Enjoy the ride

Numbness

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Pucker Up

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Behold, the fashion industry's newest accessory, the golden muzzle. While pondering questions along the lines of, "how to stop the models from binging and purging" "how to curb the models coke habits" and "how to divert the models from lewd behavior" all while simultaneously making a highly suggestive statement thereby garnering attentive interest---> the golden muzzle was born. 

On 2nd thought, it's quite possible they were just trying to hide a bad case of Herpes. 

XOXO 

This just in: Jacket weighs more than baby goat

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You man/woman-the jacket has cleverly stumped us from telling the difference- are ridiculous. TMZ has yet to alert us that Michael Jackson has been reincarnated as an NYC Hipster, free to ironically play with all the little children of the lower west side through non-profit charity groups! Wehhhee, cheke um! (cue the moonwalk)

 No but seriously, thank you kind sir for giving street style photography the energy kick it needed.

 Rock On. 

I Blame Coco

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OK, so Sting's daughter Coco kicks some serious ass. Clearly following (or surpassing) her father's footsteps, Coco's first single, Caesar ft. Robyn is daunting and fantastic. Her lyrics are eery and suggestive, her style a dramatic grunge, and her aura brilliant and dark- she oozes cool.

Occupation:

Vogue Paris

Can someone out in cyberspace explain to me why Michele Lamy dyes her fingers black? I can't seem to think of possible inspirations other than images of frost bitten infected limbs, coal miners or just dirty people in general... and why is she constantly putting them into her mouth? could they possibly taste good? Regardless, if I met her I would probably beg her to kiss those noir fingertips, hello she is Rick Owens-yes the Rick Owens- wife!! oo what I would do to get a no hold spree in her closet!

Penguin Suit

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Suits had a hollywood comeback this week with leighton meester
to jessica “don’t call me latino” Alba…I no that “Im not latino” thing is soooo
old but if I was latino (which im not) I would hate her…wait I do anyways……

besides I do not want to wear a tie! had to wear them my whole
childhood in school so im an expert tie tier! but a tuxedo I love! have yet to
work out what about a piece of satin tied in a bow is so appealing to me but I
prefer looking like a penguin than avril lavigne circa 2003

Sheer Bliss

Once again the fashion industry as duped me into paying more for less. I have come to the conclusion that this will be an everlasting problem. Bitterness aside, my closet has gone sheer, and I am in need of Bra's that can pass off as bathing suits- ala American Apparel.
Downfall--> Girls (you know who you are) will have to wax you're arms during Winter. Yes, we've noticed... so has everyone else.

127 HOURS ...of James Franco =)

 The term "sophomore slump" does not apply to the extremely talented Mr. Danny Boyle, who just three years ago brought us Slumdog Millionaire. 127 hours is a film based on the experience of real life climber, Aron Ralston, who, after hiking alone in the canyons of Utah becomes trapped between two rocks- for, you guessed it- 127 hours. Confirmed. James Franco is just as pleasing to the eye when put in extremely compromising positions. Franco portrayal of Ralston is brilliant to say the least. As Franco struggles between dehydration, hallucinations, and a 99 cent plastic knife, Boyle's artistic vision interjects with slices of pop culture referential footage and loud music. While these breaks in the film are powerful, the beauty and intensity lies completely within Franco's chilling performance. Boyle transported us outside of the cave with slices of imagery from Ralston's past, but we would've been content sitting with Franco in that one spot. Franco's most powerful moments were often silent, his bleary eyed daze and crooked grisly smile will stay with you long after you leave the theatre, while Boyle's attempt to make a point about relationships and human interconnectedness seems unfulfilled and underdeveloped. 127 is the kind of movie you must see once, albiet difficult to watch, it will have you back in no time to ride Ralston's gruesome journey all over again, uncovering something different each time.

Chances are...

Spacesuit

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"Ground control to Major Tom"
If Mr. Bowie and I ever decided to blast off into space together on a makeshift spaceship full of lollipops and Ziggy Stardust apparel, this is precisely what I'd be wearing.
... Commencing countdown in 5 4 3 2 1... BLISS

OH and sometimes I like to paint my face in memory. Did I mention I like David Bowie?

Geometry 101

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...and this is where the measurement of angles began to make sense