Here is a full body shot of the car. It's so original Tron, you guys. Suck it. *editors note: this is not the same color as mine. Mine is a creamy eggshell color. Also please note the absence of a right-hand side rear-view mirror. In the 80s people thought that kind of thing wasn't necessary.
In this weird paparazzi video of Peaches and a friend, "Pinky" Makeup, they get into a 1980 Honda Civic. This is the exact make, model, and color of the car my dad bought my mom as an engagement gift three years before I was born. The car, which forever smells of curdled milk especially so on hot Texas days, still sits in our garage. It remains there today, stationary, the purr of its engine quieted by years, possibly a decade, of inactivity. We store our fake christmas tree in the trunk and old files/lawnmower parts on top of it. The car is the shit and Peaches Geldof gets into the exact same one at the end of this video. My heart stopped when I saw it.PEACHES ARE WE BEST FRIENDS NOW? PINK FONT!
I hope that when the world looks back on fashion of the late 2000's that these rainbow fringe leggings are bellbottoms, the acid wash, the ripped knees -- the pants -- of our time. I want to hear people say "Oh everyone had a pair, your grandmother wore fringe leggings..." and "I still fit into my old pair."
This season of Top Chef has gone completely unwatched by me but as I was browsing bravotv.com for the Rachel Zoe Project showtime I came across this lovely photo essay of the tattos of Top Chef Season Las Vegas. Holy crap that's a lot of ink. My personal favorite are the little fork and knife in the corner of one dude's hand.
This necklace reminds me of Duff from Charm City Cakes
It's just like a tattoo he has and in one episode he made a giant whisk cake in honor of said tattoo. If I was friends with Duff I would get him this. via marymaryhandmade's etsy
This article, Fiji Water: Spin the Bottle, from Mother Jones is a pretty stomach-turning look at the bottled-water industry's most popular product. I'm sad that the country has fallen to martial law and depends so helplessly on this one product that their people are going without. I want to call this anti-corporate aggro-journalism and say the author is making mountains out of mole hills but MJ is a reliable source -- they are sponsored by Kate Spade. Either way the article is fantastic and snarky and just terrifying enough to make me boycott my once favorite water brand (cue shameful face).
A good little post on micr0-distilleries in Texas. I had no idea that Tito's Handmade Vodka was just a little brand from Austin because I see it everywhere. Thanks MEH.
me: dude look what i wrote in may "I'm a little sad that Jacko has to sell all of his stuff. He's not even dead yet. And look how great this stuff is! "
link I've hated cats since before I can remember knowing what hate felt like. And when I say hate I mean I didn't even like to acknowledge that they existed. Sometimes a friend would have a really cool cat that I could tolerate and maybe even enjoy, but for the most part I just didn't care. But when I cat-sat a "ginger" kitten named Belton recently I kind of fell in love with him. I miss taking naps with him curled up by my neck purring loudly. I miss him hiding under the stairs and then attacking my feet every time I walked into the kitchen. And I hate cats! What the crap? This is a picture I grabbed of him napping across the back seat of my car:
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