Monday , November 16, 2009
We're Obsessed: 80s SoCal, Marc Jacobs special items, Lauren 'LC' Conrad
1980s Southern California
I decided to make "1980s SoCal" my own personal theme this week on the blog: First there was Missing Persons, then there was Logan Echolls (totally born in the 80s!), and just wait till you see which SoCal-connected songs you'll get from me in the jukebox tomorrow. I actually kinda wish I could make "1980s SoCal" the theme for my life in general: I didn't get to experience this little corner of the world firsthand till 2002, and the feeling of having missed out on many great and grand things is oh-so-bittersweet. Oh wellskis; I'll just have to make do with driving down that stretch of Ventura Boulevard where all of a sudden it's like "YOU ARE NOW ENTERING 1985," and watching more of the same stuff I've been watching (Valley Girl, Repo Man, Fast Times at Ridgemont High). I'm actually kinda running out of movie ideas though, and I'm at the point where it's like, "Umm, I don't know: Karate Kid?" Suggestions? I'm right here waiting. (Liz)
Marc Jacobs satin quilted limited-edition special items
By necessity I have to be obsessed with my upcoming film shoot this weekend, but I'm really actually obsessed with "Gossip Girl" at the moment. However, since that's getting monotonous, even for me, I can also tell you that I'm obsessed with the special satin quilted Marc Jacobs accessories, available at Marc by Marc Jacobs accessories stores. (This obsession will bear fruit in a special way soon.) The special items at the Marc stores are kind of their own cult, especially here in New York; I can't even tell you how many times you spot someone carry a beat-up canvas "Jacobs by Marc Jacobs for Marc Jacobs" etc. and ad nauseum around the city. You go down to the Bleecker Street store, buy a key chain or a pair of flip flops, get a cupcake from the overrated Magnolia Bakery, maybe head to Fresh to try out some new perfumes or to Corner Bistro for some French fries -- it's kind of a nice bougie West Village afternoon. I actually don't make it down there often, but one day I did and the whole store was taken over by gorgeous, gleaming satin quilted purses, totes, wallets, wristlets and the like. I picked up a nice little bucket tote in blue and bronze for my mom for Mother's Day, a nice dark purple wallet for myself and other quirky-glam sundries. The stuff is just REALLY CUTE and not so logo-y, which I like. Anyway, they were really nicely stocked when I was there but I am sure that they are running out soon, so what can I say? Some obsessions are forever and always, others just here and now, but I'm sure there will be another special item soon that will become the "in" special item and the cycle just never ends, it just keeps going and your thirst will never be quenched even if you join an ashram upstate and disavow material goods for life, and even if you don't go that far, you think you're over Marc but then he does something and you are SO NOT and you know what? It's okay, he's an institution and we should just accept that. But Marc, get yourself another diffusion line already! Or make the damn store bigger! (Kat)
Lauren Conrad
Always one for a little rule-breakin', this week I am opting to express my obsession through the ever-effective narrative device of:
AN OPEN LETTER TO LAUREN CONRAD:
Dearest Lauren,
Hi! Hey! What's up? How are you? Good, I hope. Personally, I'm pretty okay. So: the other night, I was lucky enough to score into watching a marathon of The Hills. I was lazing on the couch in my jammers, thinking about how terrific you are, when it occurred to me that, for all I know, you may very well be a reader of nogoodforme.com! I sincerely hope that this is the case, because there are some rather urgent matters that the two of us need to discuss.
Lauren, Lauren, Lauren. Where do I even begin? Well, here's a start: do you have any idea what an impressive and perspicacious human being you are? Sadly, I gather you might not, because if you did, you would realize how vastly superior you are to the majority of your social network and ditch those dimwits STAT. I don't know how much you're going to like this, Lauren, but I think you need to quit being on The Hills. It seems to be an unnecessary source of stress in your life. You really should not have to deal with all the shallow, meaningless Speidi bullshit that it has nurtured. It's too much for one person to deal with, especially considering how you are an Aquarius and probably struggle with keeping a level head about things to begin with, not to mention how inherently confusing I know it is to be in your early twenties, trying to figure your whole life out. You are so above all these squabbles and scuffles and scandals, Lauren! At this crucial juncture in your life, this US Weekly L.A. style of drama is the absolute last thing you need.
I'm only seven months older than you, so I really hope this doesn't come across as patronizing, but I think you could learn a lot from me, Lauren. I am a highly chill person, and I prioritize having fun and enjoying myself above everything else. You only live once, LC. Life is too short to waste time fretting over all the negativity these scumbags project on you. They only subject you to it because they're jealous; I understand, I'm pretty jealous of you myself. I mean, you're fucking fabulous! I generally try not to use the F-word on this blog, but I really required it for emphasis just there. Everybody needs a little flattery sometimes, so I may as well just come right out and tell you how incredibly gorgeous I think you are. Your icy-cool blonde beauty is reminiscent of Grace Kelly, a young Candice Bergen, and a whole bevy of other iconic WASPy babes. You're part of a tradition, girl! Also: your personal style is pretty much impeccable. You put all those other boring L.A. celebutantes to shame. I think you look especially pretty when you braid your bangs back into kind of a Heidi look- I mean the fictional Heidi who lived in the Swiss Alps, definitely not Heidi Montag.
So, Lauren, here's my big idea. I think it's time for you to take a little 'me time' to relax, unwind, and forget about all the bullshit drama you've had to deal with this past year. I think that you should come visit me in Toronto for a week; Oh my God, Laur & Laur, we'll have SO MUCH FUN. We can go thrift-shopping (real thrift-shopping, not just Decades or whatever), indulge ourselves in some decadent vegan baked goods (it makes me sad when you stress out about eating too many carbohydrates; your poor body needs carbs! Especially when they are healthy and whole-grain), and I have some records I think you might really like if you gave them a chance ('When I Think of You' by Twiggy; Something Else by the Kinks; Lizzy Mercier Descloux; All Things Must Pass; maybe the first couple Fiery Furnaces albums).
At night, we can drink cheap white wine out of paper bags in a park; it's really too bad that your life has ended up as such that you may not have gotten drunk in very many parks before. We need to change that, LC- it's about a thousand times more fun than table service at Les Deux, I swear it. Also, I know about seven thousand sweet dudes who would be totally into respecting and appreciating your beauty, intelligence and innate elegance. I don't mean to be intrusive, but I suspect that you've been so unlucky in love this past little while because you tend to pick boys who are beyond beneath you. I mean, I get the appeal of bad boys, but sometimes you have to prioritize sustainability over sexiness. If there is one thing I want to stress to you above all else, it is to CUT BRODY JENNER OUT OF YOUR LIFE FOREVER. Seriously, Lauren. I know the two of you have a spark, but really, that jerk-off doesn't even deserve to be in the same room as you. He's insipid.
So, if you're reading this, go ahead and drop me an e-mail: laura@nogoodforme.com. I know I'm being a little forward by pitching that you come visit some weird Internet girl who could be a total psycho, but we can take our friendship slower if need be. If you ever need somebody to talk to who isn't totally vapid and empty, I'm your man.
Take care of yourself, Girl!
Be well,
Laura Jane.
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