Sunday , June 13, 2010
Imaginary Shopping Spree: Givenchy sandals, new-wave accessorizing, problematically-named watches
Givenchy Lace Up Sandals, shopbop.com
This entry exists purely in the imagination, where money is no object and the ability to walk is not necessary. (I guess we all just float on a cloud of joy and prosperity in the imagination.) Anyway, these Givenchy sandals are a thing of beauty and an example of the intersection of extreme glamour and insanity, because who could stay upright in them? And what is up with Givenchy these days, anyway? I don't know what head designer Riccardo Tisci is doing there, but damn if I suddenly don't want nearly everything from the label these days. It's rock-luxe at its classical best. Everytime I think I'm over it, something like these just reel me back in. (Kat)
Missing Persons pin, Second Coming's Etsy shop
Yes, that's all: Just a tiny little $5 Missing Persons pin. What I really want today, if you must know, is a Plimsouls shirt. But apparently such a thing does not exist: I seriously can't find one damn Plimsouls tee in all the Internet. The reason I'm so obsessed is I just watched Valley Girl for the first time ever, and the "Million Miles Away" scene seems like the most romantic thing in the world to me right now, and I want to pay tribute. Plus I'd kinda like to be the girl version of Randy, though when it comes down to it I'm basically fine to just bask in Nic Cage's new-wavey dreamboatness. I'm generally not so new-wavey myself but I dig on Missing Persons, who've been on my mind grapes lately due to the vocal similarities between their singer and our new crush Santogold. Not sure if I'm crazy enough about them to actually fork over the few bucks for the pin, but if I did I'm sure I'd be truly dazzling. (Liz)
Elroy Jetson watch, tokyoflash.com
The formal name of this watch is actually "Pimpin' Ain't Easy," but I refuse to associate either myself or nogoodforme.com with the total lameness of that term's obnoxious colloquialization. Not to mention the fact that the design of this watch is in no way connected to any imagery I would ever associate with pimping or its potential difficulty/ease. I barely ever wear watches or care about them at all, since time obviously doesn't exist and is merely an illusion created by Hippocrates or Thomas Jefferson or Father Corporation designed to over-regiment the daily lives of human beings and discourage spontaneity. Therefore, I would only ever purchase a watch based on its aesthetic sexiness, allowing it to function more as a bracelet than a device for telling the "time." Most watches totally suck anyway: they all look like something Tory Burch would wear. This one is cool because of its gold overkill and how it is vaguely reminiscent of Josef Albers' Grid Mounted latticework. Plus, its particular method of time-telling is so unfamiliar, I would be even less likely than usual to fall into the evil and oppressive trap of "hours" or "minutes" or "days". That's it. I'm officially boycotting time. What time is it? NOTHING-o-clock. (Laura)
Share | 
| 
| 
|
|
Posted by Kat, Liz and Laura in Imaginary Shopping Spree |
Permalink |
+ Contact Us
+ HOME
