Goodbye Blogger

You've been so good to me. But I must move on. All is not lost!

You can find my new and improved blog here:

http://misscollinsnyc.tumblr.com/

the rundown

Season Fabulous of Project Runway premiered last night. After a small tift with the roommate for programming control, I settled into my 9 o'clock appointment with an egg-white omelet and an open mind.

I think we all knew that Kelly was going to win, what with her bleach/dye job on vaccum cleaner bags. Amazing.

Overall, the cast leaves something to be desired, but it was nice to see Austin Scarlett's porcelain face and as always, Heidi is a stunning pair of legs.

pist

And so it's incredibly frustrating when you are expecting something wonderful and are let down. When you make plans and build up scenarios in your mind. When you wake up an hour early to hit the gym because you anticipate not having the time later in the day. When you set an appointment for the afternoon and then discover it could wait til tomorrow.

I'm feeling all of the above this morning. He's been in Brazil for two weeks and his flight was pushed back a day.

Am I overreacting?? Maybe...

hung

"all I have to say is shots of knob creek out of the bottle"

lyrical wisdom

This blog makes my life. And these could quite possibly be the best lyrics of all time:

“You take your car to work, I’ll take my board”

Song: Surf Wax America

Artist: Weezer

Album: Weezer (Blue Album)

Year:1994

I mean honestly, who didn't have the blue album memorized?

“When I look back on all the crap I learned in high school It’s a wonder I can think at all.“

I am all shades of stupid today for Simon & Garfunkel. The radio reminded me of "Kodachrome" while I was getting dolled up this morning, and I promptly ganked it off Limewire. Ahh, the original Postal Service. I love you both.

i'm hitting the afternoon hunger hurdle

I HATE YOU NEW YORK TIMES! *COUGH* *CRY* *COUGH* *DROOL*

Milano's got cookies

What a moment. And I'm loving the hat.



Perchance you weren't aware, the Satorialist is a fashion blog by Scott Schuman (a former director of men's fashion at Bergdorf Goodman in New York). He takes photographs of real people, in their real fashion, on the real streets of fashion-centric cities.

summer in the city

I spent a hedonistic weekend in the city, doing whatever the hell I wanted to. The only premeditated endeavor, was a full day of shopping in Soho with my girlfriend who just moved up from DC. McKinnon and I started the day at 10AM. I grabbed a banana and an iced coffee and we met at the only reasonable starting point we could determine, Saks Fifth.

This recession has done wonders for my wardrobe! Aside from travel, retail is one of the first to go, when your economy is saying "bye-bye" to a bank every Monday morning. What does this mean for those of us who pretend we aren't affected by the downturn?

SALES! Every Soho boutique was decorated with 50's and 70's and percentage signs galore. Even Burberry was selling their classic quilted coats for nearly half off. It just got really cold in here all of a sudden...

Sunday was even more self-serving, as I spent the morning with "Breakfast at Tiffany's", the afternoon with the sun, and the evening with Border's bookstore. (my not-so-secret retreat) As I was leaving Grand Central, I saw a wide-brimmed hat that reminded me of my Audrey morning. And I really just couldn't help myself.

good morning from gmail!

damn.damn.damn.

_______ is listed as married

And so I was thinking about all of my supposed friends on facebook who have recently become engaged or married. Every fifteen minutes I log on, it seems I discover a new relationship status change or a photo album chock full of penis straws and slant-eyed celebration. I want to see some more status changes to single. Maybe a couple "added new photos" of "me, my cat, and our studio apartment". I realize it's wedding season, and this is expected. But De Beers must be having a sale, because it's out of hand. Or maybe I'm getting old. (by the South's standards)

Dude - stop digging up old photos from your wedding 2 years ago and adding one at a time. You KNOW I'm going to browse through that crap and look for an update - only to discover you've just rearranged the memories.

I mean, can you smell the scent of envy here? Aside from the fact that you've found your "one-and-only", who doesn't want to plan a lavish party dedicated to them? (meaning the couple) I'm no way near this. I'm focusing on making rent this month. I'd have to elope behind a Dunkin Doughnuts.

I'm going to take this a step further. And in fact, I don't think I ever want a ring. Say "I love you" with a pair of blood free diamond earrings and tie a kabbalah string around my thumb. Yeah, that sounds about right.

nudity, violence & cars

My cyber friend, PP has me on an ultimatum. His request? Nudity, violence & cars. (as if I were lacking any such content in my blog - pshaw)

In an effort to draw inspiration, I stumbled upon his facebook picture. Here it is:



Replace the car with the boat, and I think this just about sums it up. You made it easy, P.

yumminess

I can't stand either one of them and their United Colors of Benetton family. But they look like they'd be cool next-door neighbors.

"Depending on which side of the bed I wake up on, blogging is either the vainest possible act of self-puffery, practiced by those who want to believe they are a lot more important than they actually are, or an unprecedented revolution in human communication, no less important of a historical record than the hand-written letters and journals of centuries past.

Sometimes I’ll land on both sides of that fence in the same day. No wonder I’m confused." - - Steven Frank on blogging

flossin' at conde'

Sorry I haven't had much time to write. I'm just lounging around, getting mani/pedis and legitimizing a banana for a meal. The "clackers" are everywhere. (noun. a high fashion, sophisticated girl, always wearing the new Chanel or Yves Saint Laurent. Someone who knows the difference between the colors black and onyx)

I had to get a steak for my boss earlier, and she subsequently threw it in the garbage and chastised me for an hour or two.



Totally joking. I'm swamped though. And now I want a steak.

three new yorks

"There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter - the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in search of something . . . Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion."
E. B. White (1899-1985) Here is New York

Mister Van Cleef

And so I was sitting, (quite hung) on the subway this morning. I clutched my liter of Poland Springs and glanced up at the woman opposite me. There it was. The clover leaf Mother of Pearl necklace I have been asking/begging/googling, in an effort to discover the designer. It went something like this:

Me
Lady with a small fortune around her neck

"Excuse me, who makes your jewelry?"
"Van Cleef"
*sigh of relief*
"It's just gorgeous, I've been trying to find out who makes it! It's expensive...isn't it."
*lowers head, raises brows*
"$5000" (points to necklace)
"$5000" (points to matching bracelet)
"$12,000" (points to matching watch)
"Well, it's very nice to look at. Seeing as that's the only thing I'll be doing with Van Cleef"

The woman was wearing a Volkswagon. She then told me she works in the store, and doesn't (in fact) own any of it. That made me feel a little better, but not much.

...and then God said, "let there be John Fluevog"

Art Deco tootsies with drops of wisdom emblazzoned on the soles. "Your body parts are not communal property".



And I think I need these:



...for Styley Style.com

today i will

• relax after a weekend in Boston with my mom and sis
• be excited about one of my favorite gf's moving up from DC last night
• stop by the bank
• lay out in central park and work on my pre-fourth tan
• mentally prepare myself to start my new job at Style next Monday
• have dinner at Becco with friends and bf - 8ish