Goodnight Irene

As some of you already know, there will be a movie coming out about the woman, the myth, the legend, Coco Chanel. Starring Shirley MacLaine. On Lifetime. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Oh wait, yes I do, I think it's the worst idea since Pizza Combos. Now, I loves me some Shirley MacLaine. I love that every role she's played from the 1980's to today is a boozy, grizzled, bitchy old lady who deep down has a heart of gold but can't help verbally abusing her loved ones. A role I hope to transition into as gracefully someday. I really love me some Shirley MacLaine in her earlier work like The Apartment and Irma la Douce, generally playing a gal of loose morals (yeah, I mean a slut).

I'm sure she's gonna rock the hell out of playing Coco Chanel. I'm just not sure *anyone* should be playing Coco, let alone on the cheesiest television channel ever. Lifetime? Really?! I loves me some Lifetime, don't get me wrong. How else will I ever see reruns of The Golden Girls and Will & Grace and afterschool specials about teen drinking starring Tori Spelling? But playing a biography of an untouchable fashion icon such as Coco on Lifetime is mutinous. I don't know how, but it's a good word, so let's roll it. I get the whole "positive, strong women" thing Lifetime promotes and naturally the life of Coco fits into that category, but come ON. All we need next to form the perfect trifecta of blasphemy is to have Joan Rivers hock knockoff Chanel goldtone jewelry on QVC.

Chanel in all her fabulous glory, in her PRE-rolling-over-in-grave days:





Gettin' jiggy with Salvador Dali



Somehow it doesn't work. Prove me wrong, Shirley!:




For a delish glimpse at a vintage Chanel piece, go check out what is probably *thee* best vintage clothing site out there in interwebs land called The Frock.

Click the pic to take you to TheFROCK's Chanel listing:



To see the Coco Chanel story, you can catch it on Lifetime this Saturday the 13th at 8pm eastern. Oy. and Vey. Or maybe the movie will not blow chunks after all? To be continued!

Life In A Northern Town

Our little witch is all growns up. If you're not a super mega nerd like me, then you have no idea that I am referring to Emma Watson, the girlie who plays a witch named Hermione (how sad for he) in the Harry Potter movies. Which I ADORE. Don't judge me and my dorkitude, muggles! (On a side note of probable non-interest: I almost wrote "Pooter" instead of Potter, which is now extremely funny in a Beavis kind of way. Say it. You'll love.)

Leave it to Vogue Italia magazine (September issue, fyi) to create a photo spread that makes you want to jump in it and live there. So purdy and lovely, non? The moody lighting, the muted colors, the fabrics. It's all so very Euro and I am a huge anglophile at heart. You can keep the kidney pie, thanks anyway. However, I must say that Miss Watson, being of 18 or so, still looks like a 10 year old playing dress-up somehow. But I bet she's going to be one of those people that ages beautifully. Bitch.

Behold! And shazam!









You know, MY walls are cracked and half-painted and I have piles of clothes and dress forms and mannequin parts everywhere. So how come my house looks more like the basement in Silence of the Lambs than a luxe Tudor manor?

Birdhouse In Your Soul

And now for something totally random! Have you ever gotten up on the right side of the bed early in the morning and the day is already starting out to be perfect and sunny and wonderful? Me neither. But I got up for once feeling all Snow White-y and nature-y and crap, enjoying the last fleeting moments of summer. Fall is headed this way, here on the upper east coast (east siiide represent!), and you know you're in for an especially long winter when leaves are changing color and falling off the trees ALREADY. What the HELL, Mother Nature?! I already have a stocked arsenal of Claritin for the special occasion of moldy leaves, yay!

So I'm rocking my artsy fartsy side today with nature shots. Nature shots, me! Don't worry, I'm not embracing the light and turning like, good. Usually me + nature= bad news bears, but today I'm loving the bits-o-color left in my yard.

Creepy cool.



Training the ivy to grow crazy-like, as if I live in some kind of charming English cottage or something.



Aww, a bumblebee on a sunflower. How freaking sweet. It's sweet, dammit!



Nothing special here, just digging the color.



A birdhouse waaay up in a tree in the front yard, which I never even knew existed. The birdhouse I mean, not the tree. I'd have to be especially stupid to not see a giant tree in the front yard. But notice the half-assed nest on top of the birdhouse? Lazy birds. Housing fail.