sivupl8:

Do I look at the pedi pleasure? Or the Maserati? Or the man behind the wheel—in all likelihood a podiatrist flaunting his money and his status. I’m so dizzy from circular reasoning that I can’t manage to snub my nose at this. Well played, I toe this line.

My friend Margot and I have a bit of a vanity plate obsession. We have so many photos that I figured it was time to document this shiz forreals. Introducing: SIVUPL8

Please follow us if you’re inclined to 7-character limited word play and ridiculous displays of ego and humor. Plates, if you please!

Knits-over-leather-OVER-KNITS-AGAIN and white socks paired with black oxfords. I love this beyond words. 

nevver:

What Katie Does

Last night, I dreamt of visiting a museum that housed a mini Library of Babel: a spiraling conundrum of books exactly one mile high and comprised only of Abraham Lincoln literature. And now that I look at it, not unalike the staircase in this photo. All the books were rebound with alumnium covers, which were plated and bolted like the hull of an airship. The covers featured replications of the original book art/designs. Why? I’m not really sure, and to question the validity of a facet of a dream seems to be a fruitless exercise, but this may just be attributed to my aesthetic tastes.

Anyhow. Just now, I came across this NPR article describing an Abraham Lincoln book tower, and you can bet the first realization I had was not that it’s President’s Day today (I always forget, since I always work on this day — yes, only corporate reserved national holidays are relevant to me): it was that both Abe and I were born in Springfield, IL. This connection runs deep. Apparently and disturbingly. Thanks for the reminder, ol’ mutton chop. Happy President’s Day to you, and please don’t hurt me. 

Whatever happened to good ol’ obliteration? Please, Humankind, let’s make a pact to go extinct, should we ever travel down this path of inevitable Melange farming. The Spice! Ohhh, the Spice!

My favorite Trivia Game Show film. It just happens to be a rom-com. 

lulinternet:

GIF 3 of 24: DRRIIIIIVEEE

if you guys haven’t seen this movie, you’re missing out. it’s so fantastic.

neil-gaiman:

 恭喜发财 everyone.

This one is just for Tumblr. You can tell because I am in my pyjamas. (I just had to teach my computer the spelling Pyjamas, after it corrected it to pajamas)

hellogiggles:

Open Letters: AN OPEN LETTER TO BOBA TEA

by Annie Stamell

I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt. I’m sure you know the country of origin is Taiwan, and you know this so well that you can genuinely reduce it to an accurate description of “somewhere foreign and interesting but also adorable like Japan or Audrey Tatou.” Wow.

Foreign! Interesting! Japaneezy! Sooooo cute! I’m pretty sure this was not a case of lazy writing, so I don’t have to say, “Do your research!” Yay!

But in all seriousness, what kind of question is this? Why have hipsters adopted boba? I’m not going to invest too much brain power on this, but consider the “hipster” community, especially in Los Angeles, of which both this blog posting and this response originate: proximity to various cultures. I’m not about to reduce my hometown into any particular subculture (I mean, seriously — let me count the ways?), but alternative/fringe communities do tend to have a curiosity for other cultures, and what better way to learn and appreciate than through food? That itself is a tenuous argument because beyond that, Los Angeles is a delicious multi-cultural stew, and to ask why hipsters have adopted a foreign drink is really to ask why LA has adopted it at all.

And I hesitate to even use “foreign” without the quotation marks: the Taiwanese (and greater Chinese) community has thrived here in LA for decades. It’s an undoubtable cornerstone of Angelino culture, and to refer to boba as a mystic other is really troublesome. How many people would laugh if someone wondered why hipsters had adopted the taco, some creation from a foreign and interesting Latino place? I’m 100% sure this lady has no intention of being offensive or ignorant, but dude, something needs to be said. Correct it. Anyway, there is no correlation between hipsters and boba. Enough said. 

Also, as an ardent agent against the MPDG (manic pixie dream girl), I have to say, give Hello Giggles some credit. There are the obvious MPDG allusions to be made here about HG, but it’s such a well-written outlet — it’s a collective of female voices that prove there is much more than meets the eye image. Dropping tropes like “Audrey Tatou,” hipsters and nondescript adorable Asian countries is so easy; I think HG has higher standards than this. Smart is cute, ignorant is not.  

dives-and-divas:

RIP - January 25th 1938 – January 20th 2012

misswallflower:

missmossblog:

OH GOD.

(via On the Street….Via del Giglio, Florence « The Sartorialist)

10/10

menteparalela:

me too

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Gary Oldman, David Bowie and Edward Norton

I’m pretty sure this is from the Wiltern show circa 2004. I’m in this photo, too. Like, behind the door, a couple hundred yards away in the general admission area, but totally there.