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I associate Jil Sander with extreme minimalism, so it's kinda crazy to see Raf Simons using rainbow fish-scale fabric in this cocktail dress and elsewhere throughout the spring collection. So post-raver. In my fantasy world I like to picture Bjork pairing this with high-heeled furry boots for the Matthew Barney closing at SFMOMA. And then flopping in the Vaseline sculpture and making a snow angel.
At SFMOMA - New Work: Phil Collins. The British artist Phil Collins, not that other one. Just to be clear. The film of his on display on the fifth floor right now is called dünya dinlemiyor, Turkish for "the world won't listen", the name of a Smiths compilation album. I settled onto the floor in the dark of the gallery and watched as a series of Turkish hipsters pulled direct from a night of drinking sang Smiths songs karaoke-style against a cheesy backdrop of forests and mountains. These kids literally know every word and every nuance of Morrissey's yodels and sing their damn hearts out, even though the language even isn't their native tongue. I laughed good-naturedly at some of the participants, like the dude belting out Ask with his shirt unbuttoned to proudly display his hairy chest and flowers stuck in his back pocket. Others were simply heartbreaking, as these melancholy tunes clearly have as much meaning for them as they do for me. Oh my gosh it was hard not to sing along too.
"You hear what I said, Miss Kubelik? I absolutely adore you."
"Shut up and deal."
The Bush Administration did not try:
"Countdown" rises to Bill Clinton's challenge and assesses President Bush's efforts to stop al-Qaida in his first eight months in office.
Olbermann: It appears now that the operative word in the phrase “we could not have anticipated” was the word “we.”
I've been keeping an eye out for the perfect mod-ish minidress for a while, and Gucci has provided. I'm grateful to Frida Giannini, because if Tom Ford had done the design it would have had see-through plastic panels over the breasts or something similarly obnoxious. Now I just have to wait until Club Monaco or Reiss knock it off erm I mean find inspiration from the collection.
from the Edinburgh Castle:
"A self-described 'graphic agoraphobe,' Wilson draws manically dense scenes of lurid mayhem that rank among the seminal works of underground, counterculture American art."
Underground comics legend S. Clay Wilson was at the Edinburgh Castle last night to celebrate the release of the new book The Art of S. Clay Wilson, but I was elsewhere, tucked safely into Aimee's couch in the East Bay with a cup of chamomile tea, fighting the sick for the sake of Project Runway.
Another thing I missed last night was the screening of The Scrap House at Varnish, a film about the house built entirely of salvaged and scrap materials that was erected in front of San Francisco's Civic Center last summer. I'm sure it will be out on DVD soon, if it isn't already. I think that's all I'm going to do tonight, sit home and watch a DVD. Smothered in kitties.
A Word for the Democratic Party:
Stephen Colbert: After all, it's much easier when those responsible for checks and balances are interested in neither checking nor balancing.
Fashion types had the weekend to scurry themselves from England down to Italy for Milan Fashion Week, where at the Burberry Prorsum show once again the spring clothes seem to be all about the shimmer and shine. Normally I write Burberry off as being the realm of chavsters like Victoria Beckham or women with first names like Plum or BeeBee, but the spring coats are pretty fabulous. I would wear this one with my tuxedo pants and no jewelry necessary, even if it's an ongoing conundrum in my life as to how to rock a 3/4-length sleeve in San Francisco weather.
Many of Holbein's subjects were executed, yet his portraits, soon to be on view at Tate Britain, are full of life.
