Listening: Portishead, Third (yay!); Madonna, Hard Candy (more yay!); No Age, Nouns (even more yay!); and to be honest, that's pretty much all I can handle these days. Watching: GOSSIP GIRL. OMFG indeed! Reading: I'm still reading Snow by Orhan Pamuk and it's pretty amazing. Wearing: Daryl K tank top, J Brand skinny jeans, my trusty brown suede slouchy boots, the grey flannel schoolboy blazer I always wear. Dudes, I'm just trying to get through my week here. Wanting: A real vacation, like for realz.
+ Liz
Listening: Madonna, Hard Candy; No Age, Nouns; Ver Sacrum, "Coco General Mdse."; a few tracks off Pacific Ocean Blue by Dennis Wilson; a few tracks off the new Oasis record. And for some reason I keep listening to "New Age Girl" by Deadeye Dick, that reason probably being the line in the chorus that goes "She don't eat meat/But she sure likes the bone" (yay for stupid genius). And this doesn't really make sense to include here, but can I just tell you how WEIRD it is when you walk past Hooters and they're blasting "Possession" by Sarah McLachlan??? Watching:Back to the Beach (BEST MOVIE EVER); the trailer for Pineapple Express Reading:Rolling Stone's riveting feature on The Hills; The List still Wearing: I'm pretty much still into that get-up I broke down for yall the other day: superthin green-striped deep-V-necked hooded sweater over Billabong tank + blue jeans + Converse Glitter Skimmer Slip-Ons. The shoes are funny: wicked ridiculous, and wearing them makes adorable English girls strike up conversations with me at traffic lights and adorable skater boys stop me on Vine Street to ask if I like their pants. Kinda fun. Wanting: a chocolate peanut butter Moonpillow mochi truffle (it's "creamy chocolate-peanut butter ganache enrobed in cocoa mochi" - hello, heaven)
+ Laura
Listening: The Small Faces, Ogden's Nut Gone Flake; Curt Boettcher, Chicken Little was Right; assorted awesomeness and/or total garbage via the sweetest (double entendre!) mp3 blog on the entire Internet, Bubblegum Soup Watching:Last Year at Marienbad; I rented Walk Hard: the Dewey Cox Story because I wanted to watch the Beatles part. The Beatles part was really good. I am now officially participating in a fantasy relationship with Paul Rudd as John Lennon. Our chemistry is off the chain. Reading:The Great Gatsby; the RFK issue of Vanity Fair: for the RFK, not the Vanity Fair. VF sucks, but RFK is another fantasy boyfriend of mine, though in actuality I wouldn't want to have much to do with the Kennedy Curse. The Laura Curse is tough enough as it is. Wearing: Beatle Boots; little boys' brown corduroy blazer (it fits like a dream, except the one downside of wearing so much little boys' clothing is that the sleeves are always too short!); my super cool hearts & keys headscarf from Amerikan Beagle Mousefitters- it's the prettiest raspberry milkshake colour. It really brings out the green in my eyes, in case you're interested. Wanting: I want my beloved "In Memory of John" pin back. I lost it today, somewhere between Future Shop and the organic food store. I scored it in an aggressive eBay duke out a year ago and have managed to incorporate it into my outfit pretty much every day ever since (I enforce a "two pieces of John Lennon flair MINIMUM" rule within the madcap landscape of my personal style, not counting my Lennon tattoo). It has a lot of sentimental value and it breaks my heart to think that it's dying in a gutter somewhere, although maybe some other Lennon lover will find it and have the score of his or her life. See? The Laura Curse is real.