Playing the pity card

So sorry blog readers for not notifying you ahead of time, but you can attribute the lack of posting recently to the major jaw surgery I just had. Alas, I am getting better and will be posting regularly very, very soon. So sorry, but this time I am playing the pity card!

They wander the world spreading their bread crumbs

I know, I know, Vogue overdoes the fairy-tale editorial, yet I fall for it everytime. This one, Hansel and Gretel in honor of the Metropolitan Opera's rendition of the Anderson tale, especially excites me because of the inclusion of Lady Gaga. So far no one has truly bridged the gap between art, fashion, and music and LG just might do it. Stay tuned. In the mean time, enjoy another fabulous Leibovitz shoot.

Hail to the king and queen

American royal portraits taken by Annie Leibovitz or Mario Testino...

I have been nursing the idea of American royalty for quite some time now. In all honesty, I think it's quite brilliant. Look at Great Britain, they spend copious amounts of time meticulously watching the same five or so people do completely ordinary (or in some cases extraordinary) things and then they publish it all over the tabloids and "royal watch" blogs (yes, these do exist).

Then again, an American king and queen would contradict the founding principles of our country, but don't we already revere certain celebrities as if they had royal blood? The British royals spend years in the highest forms of education and take lessons in manners and hone their social graces in their spare time. I can't quite say the same for people like Megan Fox or Robet Pattinson. If I were to decide, I would choose Meryl Streep as queen and Chuck Palahniuk as king. They would make am odd pair, but just imagine the literary masterpieces and stunning speeches that could be produced.

The deepest darkest secrets

PostSecret: it's probably the most brilliant idea for an art project/blog ever. People mail their secrets illustrated or depicted in whatever fashion they see fit and then they are posted. I am still deciding what secret I want to mail in.

Older, wiser, crazier

Photo from weheartit.

I have accepted my fate. I know I will probably end up as the cat lady who wears too much lipstick and has fabulous dinner parties. That being said, I am perfectly okay with this. I've never had the lovey-dovey type grandma, the one who bakes you cookies and knits you hats. My grandmothers are independent, spunky women who don't let anyone boss them around. And I like that.

The old woman that sits in his rocker reading the Sunday New York Times on a Wednesday morning cursing the "punk" that made the crossword puzzle especially difficult, I love her. I love her for her sadistic sense of humor and superb wit. I saw the most fabulous old lady at Whole Foods the other day. She must have been at least seventy, and yet there was in her pumpkin orange knitted poncho and grey wedge boots. Growing old shouldn't be something we dread, it should be an excuse to be/dress even crazier and get away with it.