It's friday.

by Stephen Neary

Où est la bibliothèque?

Darling, darling Tavi (the world's favorite pre-pubescent fashion blogger) just had a feature written up about her in Vogue Paris. I'm sure it's a fantastic article (i.e. I don't have time to refresh my high school French), but for now I'm distracted with the fab photos by Tommy Ton. Check out the full spread here. Le sigh.

photo courtesy of Tommy Ton.

My dream office.

I would love going to work if I had an office like this to toil away in. The pictures! The books! The light! This is all the motivation I need to start working from home.


Petra Bendel via design to inspire

We miss you already.

Pin-ups circa 2010.

If I can lose 10 pounds and 2 cup sizes, I might be able to pull off these amazing new designs from Parisian designer, Calla. After spending her first few years in the business designing textiles for the likes of Alexander Wang and Erin Fetherston, she's debuting her own collection...and in the process somehow proves that mini-miniskirts and nude bustiers can be classy.


images courtesy of Calla

Anthony Micallef.

Is it odd that I find myself loving artwork that is beautiful-yet-borderline-disturbing? I blame an early introduction to Francis Bacon. Regardless, I can't quite get over the level of awesome displayed in the work of Anthony Micallef. His work precariously walks the line between childhood dream and terrifying nightmare. Kind of how I feel about Christoper Walken. Or stirrup pants.


picture courtesy of Anthony Micallef. Obv.

Something to keep in mind.

image courtesy of catbird.

Iradj Moini.

I'm a big fan of the chunky necklace. Let's be honest: borderline obsessed. Why? Because seriously (and I challenge anyone to defy this), any outfit can be completely transformed into something amazing with the appropriate big bedazzled riviere around the neck. Hence why I love these latest creations by New York based jewelry designer Iradj Moini. Beautiful, unique pieces that work as well with a gown as they do a white t-shirt and jeans.


via high nobette

Tattoos.

I've never really wanted a tattoo (mostly because images of anchors and swallows and other such stereotypes still haunt me even 5 years after leaving Williamsburg) but I might make an exception for one by Amanda Wachob. Her work looks like art done with a paint brush rather than a needle. If you're interested, she's just down the way at Dare Devil Tattoo in the Lower East Side.

frolic! via designworkliife

Reason #2381 to move to Paris.

In my mind, all lunch hours would look like this.


By the way, this is just one photo from an amazing set by Tom Palumbo. All incredible candids from Paris 1962, which only prove that I not only want to live in Paris, but also time travel.

Penguin classics.

To continue my obsession with book cover design, I came across these really beautiful hardcover Penguin classics and am in love. For only $13.60 each on Amazon, I'm tempted to get the entire set. It will also probably mean trying to re-read Wuthering Heights and not throw the book across the room halfway through. Wish me luck.

Where I want to live today.

Sasa Antic via Residence via Emmas Design Blog.

They said they wouldn't, then they did.

Apple is (finally) introducing their new tablet, the bastard child of the iTouch and the Macbook. Supposedly Mr. Jobs is introducing it to the world on January 27th, so only a few more days to go...


(pic and info courtesy of swide.com)

While you're away.

Things to do while Tom is out of town for three weeks...

1. Wander around Brooklyn. I haven't been back in a long while (I blame married life), so I want to reintroduce myself to the old neighborhood.
2. Bake a cake.
3. Not eat the entire cake.
4. Start the new book. I'm not talking notes, or ideas, or scenes. I'm talking START THE BOOK. Chapter 1. Here we go.
5. Clean out the closet. It's time.
6. Use the slow cooker we got as a wedding gift but hasn't been opened yet.
7. Begin working on that video project that I've been talking about for ages. No more excuses.
8. Go to the Statue of Liberty. Nine years in New York and I've never been.

...so far I've only been successful in watching the majority of movies in our Netflix queue and finishing all snack food items in the kitchen. Don't judge me.

via friends of type

I want a wagoneer.

Just give me one of these hot wood-sided numbers, a rugged country road, and a dog to sit in the backseat. That's today's definition of happiness.

(photo courtesy of Grand Wagoneer. They refurbish out-of-commission wagoneers with pain-staking detail down in SoCal. Roadtrip anyone?)

The uniform project.

Meet Sheena Matheiken. She's the brains behind The Uniform Project where she will wear the same dress (7 exact copies of the same dress, one for every day of the week) every day for a year as an exercise in sustainable fashion. It also happens to be a year-long fundraiser for the Akanksha Foundation. She posts a picture of every outfit every day and its pretty incredible to see how fab she can be with just one dress and some amazing accessories.

I can feel my daily "I have nothing to wear" excuse losing steam already...


via Pitch Design Union.

I got the pool, she got the pool-man.

Adam Kesher (aka cutie Jason Theroux) wore a vintage pair of vintage black French frames with thick temples and clear lenses in Mulholland Dr. that I have lusted after like I lust after my fav pair of Moscot's. So how excited am I that world's have collided and Moscot has started selling these limited edition frames, aptly called the Theroux. Now, do I go with black or blonde? Decisions, decisions...

Oubliez ceci. Donnez-moi Paris.

Clockwise: Bonjour shirt via two string jane; hosiery via Kate Spade; fabulous oversized poppy via Emersonmade; straw fedora via Chrissy Callan

Wowee zowee.

The line-up for Coachella was announced yesterday. Sometimes I wish I was a few years younger and could somehow justify sleeping in a (most likely) rain-soaked field for three days just so I could see Pavement perform together again. But the fact that I remember them playing together before they broke up is just further proof that I am too old. I'm sorry, boys.
We forgive you.

Day at the museum.

Day off from work means a day at the Met. I keep forgetting that this place is just a five minute subway ride from home; it's shameful. I should be spending every waking hour there, especially since I'll never have enough hours in the day to see everything.








Did I mention they have cocktails?