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Showing posts with label video clip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label video clip. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
Happy weekend - video edition
While tooling around with my fancy Canon after work today, I made like Jasmine and discovered a whole new world with this precious little video camera!
Granted, since I have such limited memory, the maximum footage available to me is only about 17 seconds and thus not sufficient for much more than a "Hello, here's my puppy, here's my less-icy-than-you-were-expecting voice" intro, but after I make a quick visit to Best Buy this weekend and stock up on some more GBs, I promise to make more style-related use of this fantastic new medium.
And I also promise to work on my understanding of light and how a lack thereof can almost completely blacken out even the palest of pale Winter complexions.
So without further ado, here's my little junebug making the "I've seen cuter" commenter from Wednesday look like an asscrack while his Mother looks on and silently berates herself for wearing a ribbed workout tank in her video debut:
Granted, since I have such limited memory, the maximum footage available to me is only about 17 seconds and thus not sufficient for much more than a "Hello, here's my puppy, here's my less-icy-than-you-were-expecting voice" intro, but after I make a quick visit to Best Buy this weekend and stock up on some more GBs, I promise to make more style-related use of this fantastic new medium.
And I also promise to work on my understanding of light and how a lack thereof can almost completely blacken out even the palest of pale Winter complexions.
So without further ado, here's my little junebug making the "I've seen cuter" commenter from Wednesday look like an asscrack while his Mother looks on and silently berates herself for wearing a ribbed workout tank in her video debut:
Happy weekend - video edition
While tooling around with my fancy Canon after work today, I made like Jasmine and discovered a whole new world with this precious little video camera!
Granted, since I have such limited memory, the maximum footage available to me is only about 17 seconds and thus not sufficient for much more than a "Hello, here's my puppy, here's my less-icy-than-you-were-expecting voice" intro, but after I make a quick visit to Best Buy this weekend and stock up on some more GBs, I promise to make more style-related use of this fantastic new medium.
And I also promise to work on my understanding of light and how a lack thereof can almost completely blacken out even the palest of pale Winter complexions.
So without further ado, here's my little junebug making the "I've seen cuter" commenter from Wednesday look like an asscrack while his Mother looks on and silently berates herself for wearing a ribbed workout tank in her video debut:
Granted, since I have such limited memory, the maximum footage available to me is only about 17 seconds and thus not sufficient for much more than a "Hello, here's my puppy, here's my less-icy-than-you-were-expecting voice" intro, but after I make a quick visit to Best Buy this weekend and stock up on some more GBs, I promise to make more style-related use of this fantastic new medium.
And I also promise to work on my understanding of light and how a lack thereof can almost completely blacken out even the palest of pale Winter complexions.
So without further ado, here's my little junebug making the "I've seen cuter" commenter from Wednesday look like an asscrack while his Mother looks on and silently berates herself for wearing a ribbed workout tank in her video debut:
May-jah Friday ('80s as inspiration edition)
With all the recent contention as to how worthwhile a contribution stereotypical '80s style has made to the current fashion landscape, I thought it only appropriate to dedicate today's May-jah Friday to the ten years that, in my opinion, yielded the most indulgently enjoyable music, movies and television.
And some of the most fun albeit not so universally flattering color schemes and cuts.
Inspired by one of my favorite songs, one of my all-time favorite cinematic scenes (those shoulders!) and one of my favorite groups of gorgeous cartoon sass-kittens, here is veritable proof, like it or not, that the 1980s are still very much with us.
Enjoy.
Rolled collar blouse by Cynthia Rowley
($275 at shopbop.com)
Sleek jean by Rich & Skinny
($160 at ronherman.com)
Daran peep-toe pump by L.A.M.B.
($335 at eluxury.com)
"Flashdance" (Jennifer Beals' best moment)
Bib-front top with bow by 3.1 Phillip Lim
(£245 at brownsfashion.com)
Pencil skirt by Teri Jon
($180 at nordstrom.com)
'Wink & Whisper' seamed fishnets by Victoria's Secret
($15 at victoriassecret.com)
'Corta' patent pump by Christian Louboutin
($675 at saks.com)
Fashion star earrings
($4.99 at shopintuition.com)
Convertible tunic by Shelly Steffe
($144 at shopbop.com)
*while running into someone in DC wearing this get-up would surely give me the giddies, the answer is a resounding no, I, myself, would not wear any of its components, save for those delicious Dell'Acquas.
**this marks my 1,750th post - I sincerely thank all of you for your continued readership and er, colorful commenting!
And some of the most fun albeit not so universally flattering color schemes and cuts.
Inspired by one of my favorite songs, one of my all-time favorite cinematic scenes (those shoulders!) and one of my favorite groups of gorgeous cartoon sass-kittens, here is veritable proof, like it or not, that the 1980s are still very much with us.
Enjoy.
"Missing you" (John Waite)
Rolled collar blouse by Cynthia Rowley($275 at shopbop.com)
Sleek jean by Rich & Skinny($160 at ronherman.com)
Daran peep-toe pump by L.A.M.B.($335 at eluxury.com)
"Flashdance" (Jennifer Beals' best moment)
Bib-front top with bow by 3.1 Phillip Lim
(£245 at brownsfashion.com)
Pencil skirt by Teri Jon($180 at nordstrom.com)
'Wink & Whisper' seamed fishnets by Victoria's Secret($15 at victoriassecret.com)
'Corta' patent pump by Christian Louboutin($675 at saks.com)
"Truly Outrageous" (Jem & The Misfits)*
Fashion star earrings
($4.99 at shopintuition.com)
Convertible tunic by Shelly Steffe($144 at shopbop.com)
*while running into someone in DC wearing this get-up would surely give me the giddies, the answer is a resounding no, I, myself, would not wear any of its components, save for those delicious Dell'Acquas.
**this marks my 1,750th post - I sincerely thank all of you for your continued readership and er, colorful commenting!
May-jah Friday ('80s as inspiration edition)
With all the recent contention as to how worthwhile a contribution stereotypical '80s style has made to the current fashion landscape, I thought it only appropriate to dedicate today's May-jah Friday to the ten years that, in my opinion, yielded the most indulgently enjoyable music, movies and television.
And some of the most fun albeit not so universally flattering color schemes and cuts.
Inspired by one of my favorite songs, one of my all-time favorite cinematic scenes (those shoulders!) and one of my favorite groups of gorgeous cartoon sass-kittens, here is veritable proof, like it or not, that the 1980s are still very much with us.
Enjoy.
Rolled collar blouse by Cynthia Rowley
($275 at shopbop.com)Sleek jean by Rich & Skinny
($160 at ronherman.com)Daran peep-toe pump by L.A.M.B.
($335 at eluxury.com)
"Flashdance" (Jennifer Beals' best moment)
Bib-front top with bow by 3.1 Phillip Lim
(£245 at brownsfashion.com)
Pencil skirt by Teri Jon
($180 at nordstrom.com)'Wink & Whisper' seamed fishnets by Victoria's Secret
($15 at victoriassecret.com)
'Corta' patent pump by Christian Louboutin
($675 at saks.com)
Fashion star earrings
($4.99 at shopintuition.com)Convertible tunic by Shelly Steffe
($144 at shopbop.com)
*while running into someone in DC wearing this get-up would surely give me the giddies, the answer is a resounding no, I, myself, would not wear any of its components, save for those delicious Dell'Acquas.
**this marks my 1,750th post - I sincerely thank all of you for your continued readership and er, colorful commenting!
And some of the most fun albeit not so universally flattering color schemes and cuts.
Inspired by one of my favorite songs, one of my all-time favorite cinematic scenes (those shoulders!) and one of my favorite groups of gorgeous cartoon sass-kittens, here is veritable proof, like it or not, that the 1980s are still very much with us.
Enjoy.
"Missing you" (John Waite)
Rolled collar blouse by Cynthia Rowley($275 at shopbop.com)
Sleek jean by Rich & Skinny($160 at ronherman.com)
Daran peep-toe pump by L.A.M.B.($335 at eluxury.com)
"Flashdance" (Jennifer Beals' best moment)
Bib-front top with bow by 3.1 Phillip Lim
(£245 at brownsfashion.com)
Pencil skirt by Teri Jon($180 at nordstrom.com)
'Wink & Whisper' seamed fishnets by Victoria's Secret($15 at victoriassecret.com)
'Corta' patent pump by Christian Louboutin($675 at saks.com)
"Truly Outrageous" (Jem & The Misfits)*
Fashion star earrings
($4.99 at shopintuition.com)
Convertible tunic by Shelly Steffe($144 at shopbop.com)
*while running into someone in DC wearing this get-up would surely give me the giddies, the answer is a resounding no, I, myself, would not wear any of its components, save for those delicious Dell'Acquas.
**this marks my 1,750th post - I sincerely thank all of you for your continued readership and er, colorful commenting!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Forgive me, readers, for I actually like a D&G dress...
Some guilty confessions and surprising realizations I can't keep to myself any longer:
After seeing this dress on both Revolve and Saks' websites and then triple-checking with the Google that my eyes didn't, in fact, deceive me, I have to concede I am no longer able to say I hate everything Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana have ever designed. It hurts, but that's life. On the bright side, it's not like I don't still have Roberto Cavalli and Beyoncé to rely on for consistent production of makes-me-wince clothing.
I've contemplated these Dell'Acqua's as a 'Sugar Daddy' offering since the day they debuted in Bop's designer boutique over a month ago, but for some reason I've hesitated. I guess I just didn't want to deal with all the "but I thought you hated ankle straps" and "with your calves you really oughtn't wear an ankle strap" comments their presence on my blog was sure to elicit. I'm not sure whether it's their prick-point toe, their intermixed colors and materials or their sneaky, hidden platform that has me tilting my head and sighing each time I look at them, but whatever it is, I'm no longer hiding from the world that I likey these a lotty.
I want a jumpsuit. Or playsuit. Whatever this sexy, space-cadet looking thing is called, I want it, and I wanna wear it with five-inch matte-metallic heels and one of those crazy, super-structured Balenciaga jackets. Not to work or to a wedding, of course, but maybe to cocktails at the Mayflower...God, how I love the crowd at Town & Country on a weeknight...
For only the second time in my life, I'm finding it hard to deny that a dress made of nothing but black leather can actually be sexy in a non-streetwalker sense. I crave this little number in the worst way, but knowing my luck it's probably not only another Dolce & Gabbana anomaly but also so outlandishly expensive even HRL would hesitate.
After seeing this interview, I actually feel guilty for liking Katie as much as I do. Or did, rather. Her story sure is an intoxicating one, but its novelty quickly fell to the floor when I had no choice but to accept that there isn't an ounce of wry humor, charm or playful beguile about her -- just a bunch of sophisticated knits, Nicole Richie sunglasses and biannual haircuts. Such a shame...
Any fashion-related confessions you'd like to share?
After seeing this dress on both Revolve and Saks' websites and then triple-checking with the Google that my eyes didn't, in fact, deceive me, I have to concede I am no longer able to say I hate everything Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana have ever designed. It hurts, but that's life. On the bright side, it's not like I don't still have Roberto Cavalli and Beyoncé to rely on for consistent production of makes-me-wince clothing.
I've contemplated these Dell'Acqua's as a 'Sugar Daddy' offering since the day they debuted in Bop's designer boutique over a month ago, but for some reason I've hesitated. I guess I just didn't want to deal with all the "but I thought you hated ankle straps" and "with your calves you really oughtn't wear an ankle strap" comments their presence on my blog was sure to elicit. I'm not sure whether it's their prick-point toe, their intermixed colors and materials or their sneaky, hidden platform that has me tilting my head and sighing each time I look at them, but whatever it is, I'm no longer hiding from the world that I likey these a lotty.
I want a jumpsuit. Or playsuit. Whatever this sexy, space-cadet looking thing is called, I want it, and I wanna wear it with five-inch matte-metallic heels and one of those crazy, super-structured Balenciaga jackets. Not to work or to a wedding, of course, but maybe to cocktails at the Mayflower...God, how I love the crowd at Town & Country on a weeknight...
For only the second time in my life, I'm finding it hard to deny that a dress made of nothing but black leather can actually be sexy in a non-streetwalker sense. I crave this little number in the worst way, but knowing my luck it's probably not only another Dolce & Gabbana anomaly but also so outlandishly expensive even HRL would hesitate.
After seeing this interview, I actually feel guilty for liking Katie as much as I do. Or did, rather. Her story sure is an intoxicating one, but its novelty quickly fell to the floor when I had no choice but to accept that there isn't an ounce of wry humor, charm or playful beguile about her -- just a bunch of sophisticated knits, Nicole Richie sunglasses and biannual haircuts. Such a shame...Any fashion-related confessions you'd like to share?
Forgive me, readers, for I actually like a D&G dress...
Some guilty confessions and surprising realizations I can't keep to myself any longer:
After seeing this dress on both Revolve and Saks' websites and then triple-checking with the Google that my eyes didn't, in fact, deceive me, I have to concede I am no longer able to say I hate everything Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana have ever designed. It hurts, but that's life. On the bright side, it's not like I don't still have Roberto Cavalli and Beyoncé to rely on for consistent production of makes-me-wince clothing.I've contemplated these Dell'Acqua's as a 'Sugar Daddy' offering since the day they debuted in Bop's designer boutique over a month ago, but for some reason I've hesitated. I guess I just didn't want to deal with all the "but I thought you hated ankle straps" and "with your calves you really oughtn't wear an ankle strap" comments their presence on my blog was sure to elicit. I'm not sure whether it's their prick-point toe, their intermixed colors and materials or their sneaky, hidden platform that has me tilting my head and sighing each time I look at them, but whatever it is, I'm no longer hiding from the world that I likey these a lotty.
I want a jumpsuit. Or playsuit. Whatever this sexy, space-cadet looking thing is called, I want it, and I wanna wear it with five-inch matte-metallic heels and one of those crazy, super-structured Balenciaga jackets. Not to work or to a wedding, of course, but maybe to cocktails at the Mayflower...God, how I love the crowd at Town & Country on a weeknight...
For only the second time in my life, I'm finding it hard to deny that a dress made of nothing but black leather can actually be sexy in a non-streetwalker sense. I crave this little number in the worst way, but knowing my luck it's probably not only another Dolce & Gabbana anomaly but also so outlandishly expensive even HRL would hesitate.
After seeing this interview, I actually feel guilty for liking Katie as much as I do. Or did, rather. Her story sure is an intoxicating one, but its novelty quickly fell to the floor when I had no choice but to accept that there isn't an ounce of wry humor, charm or playful beguile about her -- just a bunch of sophisticated knits, Nicole Richie sunglasses and biannual haircuts. Such a shame...
Any fashion-related confessions you'd like to share?
After seeing this dress on both Revolve and Saks' websites and then triple-checking with the Google that my eyes didn't, in fact, deceive me, I have to concede I am no longer able to say I hate everything Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana have ever designed. It hurts, but that's life. On the bright side, it's not like I don't still have Roberto Cavalli and Beyoncé to rely on for consistent production of makes-me-wince clothing.
I've contemplated these Dell'Acqua's as a 'Sugar Daddy' offering since the day they debuted in Bop's designer boutique over a month ago, but for some reason I've hesitated. I guess I just didn't want to deal with all the "but I thought you hated ankle straps" and "with your calves you really oughtn't wear an ankle strap" comments their presence on my blog was sure to elicit. I'm not sure whether it's their prick-point toe, their intermixed colors and materials or their sneaky, hidden platform that has me tilting my head and sighing each time I look at them, but whatever it is, I'm no longer hiding from the world that I likey these a lotty.I want a jumpsuit. Or playsuit. Whatever this sexy, space-cadet looking thing is called, I want it, and I wanna wear it with five-inch matte-metallic heels and one of those crazy, super-structured Balenciaga jackets. Not to work or to a wedding, of course, but maybe to cocktails at the Mayflower...God, how I love the crowd at Town & Country on a weeknight...For only the second time in my life, I'm finding it hard to deny that a dress made of nothing but black leather can actually be sexy in a non-streetwalker sense. I crave this little number in the worst way, but knowing my luck it's probably not only another Dolce & Gabbana anomaly but also so outlandishly expensive even HRL would hesitate.After seeing this interview, I actually feel guilty for liking Katie as much as I do. Or did, rather. Her story sure is an intoxicating one, but its novelty quickly fell to the floor when I had no choice but to accept that there isn't an ounce of wry humor, charm or playful beguile about her -- just a bunch of sophisticated knits, Nicole Richie sunglasses and biannual haircuts. Such a shame...Any fashion-related confessions you'd like to share?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Lifetime's best offering since "The Babysitter's Seduction"
Don't ask me why, because I'm not sure I could offer much in the way of an explanation, but I spent nine-tenths of my time this past weekend rediscovering my slothful side by taking in hours (and hours) of the deliciously vapid fare on which the Lifetime Network -and if you have mega cable, the Lifetime Movie Network (LMN) as well- has built its sterling reputation.
In stunning, before-they-were-famous performances I haven't seen since the days of dancing fingertips-to-shoulders to Firehouse ballads, Montesquieu and I spent the last three days in a perma-spoon watching Kirsten Dunst bitch it up prenatal-style in 15 and Pregnant, Keri Russell bikini her way into bed with Reverend Camden in The Babysitter's Seduction, Hilary Swank naïvely walk into a web of deadly sorority hijinx spun by Zach "campus reporter" Morris in Dying to Belong and Elizabeth Berkeley fight her urge for flannel-shirted boy flesh in Student Seduction.
If only we'd caught one or both of Meredith Baxter Birney's turns as scorned housewife Betty Broderick, it would've been the perfect weekend.
Once the PM set in on Sunday and the classic early '90s movies with themes of teenage motherhood and homewrecking were about to give way to newer, more socially sensitive pieces on human trafficking and (yawn) the homeless getting into Harvard, Monte nudged me hard in the kidney and shot me a "Mum, change it now" look.
But just as my newly-burgundied nails reached for the remote, a very familiar and very fabulous voice filled the room.
I'd recognize that spirited, sssss-heavy enunciation anywhere -- it belonged to none other than "Queer Eye's" resident style savant, Carson Kressley.
In one 79-second clip from the premiere of his new Lifetime show, "How to Look Good Naked," Carson summed up why, over the past 13 months, I've dedicated pretty much every waking moment of my non-working life to the cause of helping DC women pay closer attention to the way they dress.
Add one more to the Tivo Season Pass...
Lifetime's best offering since "The Babysitter's Seduction"
Don't ask me why, because I'm not sure I could offer much in the way of an explanation, but I spent nine-tenths of my time this past weekend rediscovering my slothful side by taking in hours (and hours) of the deliciously vapid fare on which the Lifetime Network -and if you have mega cable, the Lifetime Movie Network (LMN) as well- has built its sterling reputation.
In stunning, before-they-were-famous performances I haven't seen since the days of dancing fingertips-to-shoulders to Firehouse ballads, Montesquieu and I spent the last three days in a perma-spoon watching Kirsten Dunst bitch it up prenatal-style in 15 and Pregnant, Keri Russell bikini her way into bed with Reverend Camden in The Babysitter's Seduction, Hilary Swank naïvely walk into a web of deadly sorority hijinx spun by Zach "campus reporter" Morris in Dying to Belong and Elizabeth Berkeley fight her urge for flannel-shirted boy flesh in Student Seduction.
If only we'd caught one or both of Meredith Baxter Birney's turns as scorned housewife Betty Broderick, it would've been the perfect weekend.
Once the PM set in on Sunday and the classic early '90s movies with themes of teenage motherhood and homewrecking were about to give way to newer, more socially sensitive pieces on human trafficking and (yawn) the homeless getting into Harvard, Monte nudged me hard in the kidney and shot me a "Mum, change it now" look.
But just as my newly-burgundied nails reached for the remote, a very familiar and very fabulous voice filled the room.
I'd recognize that spirited, sssss-heavy enunciation anywhere -- it belonged to none other than "Queer Eye's" resident style savant, Carson Kressley.
In one 79-second clip from the premiere of his new Lifetime show, "How to Look Good Naked," Carson summed up why, over the past 13 months, I've dedicated pretty much every waking moment of my non-working life to the cause of helping DC women pay closer attention to the way they dress.
Add one more to the Tivo Season Pass...
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Still time to Tivo!
Today (Monday, January 14th)
Katie on "Good Morning America": ABC, sometime between 7-9am
Katie on "Live! with Regis & Kelly": ABC, approximately 9:20am
Katie on "Late Night with Dave Letterman": CBS, approximately 11:50pm
Going bare-legged in New York in January makes me go hmmm...
Going bare-legged in New York in January makes me go hmmm...Still time to Tivo!
Today (Monday, January 14th)
Katie on "Good Morning America": ABC, sometime between 7-9am
Katie on "Live! with Regis & Kelly": ABC, approximately 9:20am
Katie on "Late Night with Dave Letterman": CBS, approximately 11:50pmGoing bare-legged in New York in January makes me go hmmm...
Going bare-legged in New York in January makes me go hmmm...Friday, January 11, 2008
To end your work week on a strong, sexy note (or three)
A perfect three-song start to your next strut-to-work-in-heels iMix:
"Boys wanna be her" by Peaches
"Kiss you off" by Scissor Sisters
"Paralyzer" by Finger Eleven
Happy weekend,
J
To end your work week on a strong, sexy note (or three)
A perfect three-song start to your next strut-to-work-in-heels iMix:
"Boys wanna be her" by Peaches
"Kiss you off" by Scissor Sisters
"Paralyzer" by Finger Eleven
Happy weekend,
J
Monday, October 15, 2007
The sidewalk-to-catwalk iMix (Vol. III)
Thanks to conscientious reader F, I didn't absentmindedly skip October's update of the always fun to piece together sidewalk-to-catwalk iMix as I did last month.
In its first two iterations, the S-t-C iMix was a thoughtfully put together group of five or six songs meant to add a spring to your lunchtime step, something to serve as an inspiration not to reach for those sturdy sneakers or easy flip-flops and instead strut your way up to the Cosi salad counter in true, stiletto-ed feminine form.
In this third installment, however, I've shaken things up by creating less of a heel-meets-pavement fem-empowerment collection and instead just cobbling together whatever it is I happen to be into right now, which, as you'll see below doesn't really make a whole lot of cohesive sense.
Without further ado, your peek inside my iPod...
"Gimme More" by Britney Spears
"The Look" by Roxette
"Groovejet (if this ain't love)" by DJ Spiller ft. Sophie Ellis Bextor
"Oh Sherry" by Steve Perry (aka "the voice")
"Do Anything" by Natural Selection
And even though this song doesn't have its own music video (its hook in the always-on-TV American Gangster trailer doesn't really count), it still holds down the sixth and final track of my latest S-t-C collection.
The sidewalk-to-catwalk iMix (Vol. III)
Thanks to conscientious reader F, I didn't absentmindedly skip October's update of the always fun to piece together sidewalk-to-catwalk iMix as I did last month.
In its first two iterations, the S-t-C iMix was a thoughtfully put together group of five or six songs meant to add a spring to your lunchtime step, something to serve as an inspiration not to reach for those sturdy sneakers or easy flip-flops and instead strut your way up to the Cosi salad counter in true, stiletto-ed feminine form.
In this third installment, however, I've shaken things up by creating less of a heel-meets-pavement fem-empowerment collection and instead just cobbling together whatever it is I happen to be into right now, which, as you'll see below doesn't really make a whole lot of cohesive sense.
Without further ado, your peek inside my iPod...
"Gimme More" by Britney Spears
"The Look" by Roxette
"Groovejet (if this ain't love)" by DJ Spiller ft. Sophie Ellis Bextor
"Oh Sherry" by Steve Perry (aka "the voice")
"Do Anything" by Natural Selection
And even though this song doesn't have its own music video (its hook in the always-on-TV American Gangster trailer doesn't really count), it still holds down the sixth and final track of my latest S-t-C collection.
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