Le beurre, le beurre, le beurre

Julia Childs made cooking with pearls a classic.

I just finished watching Julie & Julia and I absolutely loved it. I was so endeared by how Julie Powell questioned the existence of any readers of her blog and also when she freaked out for getting 53 comments on 'the lobster post'. It made me realize the connections between all bloggers who pretend like they write for themselves and don't really care whether anyone is reading their blog or not.

I am here to say that I do care. I want people to read what I write and I want people to like it. Lately I have been feeling guilty for writing too little and posting too many pictures. I don't want to become one of those fashion blogs that only posts pictures and forgets the writing part altogether (not that there is anything inherently wrong with this). Julie Powell had a project that gave her something to write about daily. I keep trying to think of a way to apply the basis of what she did to fashion, yet my creative juices are failing me...I will keep you posted if I think of anything particularly special.

As for the time being, I am now out of school for the rest of the holidays so I promise daily posts filled with pretty things. Tonight, if you in for the evening I suggest a big glass of eggnog, a foreign Vogue (preferably French or Japanese), and the new Alicia Keys album.

Let your imagination run wild and frolic with the monsters

On a scale of one to ten I would rate my excitement for Where the Wild Things Are as about an eleven give or take. Of course I loved the book as a child (and still love it), but rereading it made me rediscover the beauty of imagination. In fact, imagination is central to fashion. One might even argue that fashion is imagination materialized. We all have our own little worlds to some extent, those little places we go in our daydreams where the sun shines brighter and anything is possible. I even had imaginary friends as a child: Pally and Olivia. I can still tell you exactly how they looked and their little quirks because for me they were far from imaginary. So, where do we draw the line between imagination and reality? I hope that Where the Wild Things Are will blur that line a little and revert me back to my childish dreams of magical places. And if this doesn't happen, well at least I have the incredible soundtrack to listen to.

Follow the white rabbit

So my Alice in Wonderland obsession will undoubtedly reach an all-time high this May when Tim Burton's new rendition of the classic tale hits theaters (watch the trailer). And it really is as if Tim Burton took my fantasy team of actors and put them all into this movie. Of course he has his regulars (Johnny and Helena), but he has also included Anne Hathaway which really excites me. These photos are from the August edition of Vanity Fair which only had a small featurette about the movie, but at least they supply me with some sort of appeasement until March...