Even though I’m not going anywhere too far, I’m addicted to airbnb.com. If you’re looking for privately run or exotic accommodations, or just a floor to sleep on, this is the place (check out all the houseboats). We used the website this summer when we stayed in New York–booked a one-bedroom pad on Avenue C. But before I die, I want to spend one night here: a renovated 120-seater Cold War airplane in the Netherlands. Luxury on the ground.
Kudos to MuchMusic for giving us non-CFL fans something to cheer about: the long-awaited, two-hour Behind the Music with Courtney Love. There are plenty of gems here (e.g. Trent Reznor’s not-so nine-inch nail), but the best line so far: “I was all about mating for a nose.” Love hated her natural-given schnoz so much, she’d sniff out any rock star–Cobain’s over Corgan–with a Grecian profile. Before all that face work though, she looked an awful lot like a certain Keaton sibling…
According to the Telegraph, bankruptcies are on the rise for divorced, middle-aged British women. To make matters worse, the media is referring to this group as “ladygloomers.” Such a lovely word for a horrible situation. It reminds me of Helena Bonham Carter.
One of the realities of living on the east coast is that, if you dress weather-appropriately, you’ll spend half the year looking like Captain Dork, yarg. No one, no one makes decent looking rain-repellent coats with hoods. So what’s a girl to do, other than purchase another lovely vintage coat better suited for a more inland clime. At least we know it will last forever. On Friday I bought this lovely wool tweed coat (on the right) at the pop-up shop for MAKENEW, Anna Gilkerson’s new curated vintage line (read more here), which was held at Love, Me Boutique. Not a great shot; I’ll get another one, but it’s almost floor-length, with a lovely flare.
Problem is that I’m still stuck for outerwear during those milder, windy, vitamin-D-sucking Halifax days. Well, be my Valentino, the Gap and the Italian fashion house have collaborated on a seven-piece collection, which includes ruffled jackets, one with a hood!
Apparently there’s also a parka. But I’m sad to report that the collection is currently only available in Milan, London and Paris; as if those poor women are suffering from a lack of adorable outerwear.
It seems that everywhere I turn these days, there’s a vision of a jewel-coloured macaron (Blair Waldorf stuffed her prissy mouth with them this week as a substitute for Bass love) or a proclamation that its poor cousin, the whoopie pie, is beating out cupcakes as America’s confection of choice.
But if you’re talking style, no one beats la belle Ladurée. Recently the classic pastry company, which has been around since 1862, announced the John Galliano Macaron. The cookie-and-ganache dream lifts “rose and ginger notes of the designer’s romantic new fragrance, Parlez-moi d’Amour.”
This novel-writing month is almost over, thank god! Soon back to more fun things, like blogs. And drinking Stella. Video by hipster kings Wes Anderson and Roman Coppola, who are collaborating on the upcoming 1960s drama Moon Rise Kingdom.