grace + cats= otp.

I don't have time to do a picspam over the entire September Issue film, so here, enjoy a mini-spam of Grace Coddington's foray into the country, from the Bonus Features disc.


The outside of her house.


Her cat, Bart. He freaking WINKS or something, and it scares the hell out of me.


The art..... of cats. All of it, CATS CATS CATS.


I just... have no words for this. None. I'm so dead.


A wall of photos OF HER CATS. THE MADNESS NEVER ENDS.


And DRAWINGS of her cats. So basically the Catwalk Cats book ON HER WALL.


Then she goes out to her garden to get her other cat, Pumpkin. He tries to run, but he doesn't stand a chance.


She scoops him up and looks adorable, basically. GEEZ GRACE STOP BEING SO CUTE.


Ta-dahhhh!!!

Bonus, from PAPER magazine.


And then a picture of what I'm wearing today, because it's SPRING and WARM.


Jumper, Target. Cardigan, Target. Flats, Payless. Yeah, I'm cheap.

being intellectual (not really).

I would post things, but I'm on dial-up (The SHOCK! The HORROR!), which I didn't even know still existed until Isabel mentioned it not long ago. Here I find myself in the same boat, and lemme tell you: It sucks. I've been putting on my Smart Glasses (not really, all glasses look awful on me), consuming upwards of four pots of coffee per day, and actually reading something that isn't a magazine again.

This week I ~finally finished my Anna Wintour biography which may or may not be accurate, and a great book called Snapped by Pamela Klaffke. The Anna bio is obviously about Anna, but Snapped follows Sara B. (which totally freaks me out because I have a friend who runs a theatre/opera/etc blog who goes by SaraH B.) as she goes through a mid-life crisis consisting mainly of not being able to feel out what's cool anymore, something she has based her whole career on. There's an All About Eve-esque character named Eva (who sets about calling herself Eva B.), trying to take Sara's job at the fictitious Canadian indie magazine Snap, where Sara runs the weekly DO's and DON'Ts page. Throw in some dry humor, an old lady with an obscenely large magazine collection, parrots, and sex and Pamela Klaffke actually has a really hilarious book. READ IT.

Fixing a broken link, THIS is my signed DVD of The September Issue.


Also, in the mail today, I recieved a plethora of Australian theatre memorabilia (which is one of my random obsessions, don't even ask) and a playbill of TALLULAH BANKHEAD (my goddess) in Noel Coward's Private Lives from the late 30's.


I'm ecstatic. Now excuse me while I go watch Grace's extra scene on TSI DVD of her showing off her country home. The main theme? CATS, DUHHH.

i make a fool of myself, finally unveil my lame photoshop skills, wear red.

Hi there. So you can basically ignore my last entry, crisis (hopefully) averted, me feeling like a stalker still stands, but hopefully this will be fixed and I can stop being ~delusional and weird and um KATE I'M SORRY I SEND AWKWARD EMAILS AND I STILL REALLY WANT TO BE AWESOME ANNA, COMME, US VOGUE, & TAVI WORSHIPPING FRIENDS EMAIL ME PLEASEEEEEEE. Yeah. Definitely went farther with that than I planned.

Moving on from yet another moment of creeperness, let's discuss March Vogue. *Inspired* by Kate W. (of kasmslo and the above paragraph fame) and her monthly Vogue reviews, I took a couple photos of the things I liked, but am not going to go into full worshipful detail on the issue because... that's Kate's deal. So you should all just leave my blog and go read hers because it's more entertaining/intense/witty/etc.

OUT OF ORDER AND TOTALLY CRAPPY PHOTOSHOP SKILLS CONTINUED FROM MY TYPICAL LIVEJOURNAL GRAPHICS THAT I AM NOW BRINGING TO YOU ON MY CRAPPY BLOG.

I tried to think of a t-shirt slogan and could only come up with "Let's bone, Lara Stone." And just... no. Not okay.

and MORE LARA.


HI THANK YOU GRACE CODDINGTON FOR DOING AN EDITORIAL WITH LARA IN IT AND GORGEOUS YELLOW BOTTEGA VENETA AND MORE WORDS. Ahem.

And this is where we interrupt me talking about Vogue to talk about Lara.

THERE IS A RUMOR OF THE APRIL COVER OF US VOGUE BEING A MODEL. LARALARALARALARA PLEASE.

And in Interview Magazine.

"STONE: I hate walking down a runway in really high heels.

(MARC) JACOBS: Really? I thought you always wore high heels!

STONE: I'm terrible in high heels. I'm so bad."

Mmhmm. YEAH. That happened. It made me smile so big, because I HAVE FLAT FEET.


And WHAT. A. COVER.

Back to the Bib- I mean Vogue.

I think Queen Anna and G Coddz and the entire team at US Vogue wants me dead because this was in the March issue AS WELL as Lara.


Observe the arm/leg tattoos in this editorial.


Now observe Karlie backstage at Rodarte S/S 2010 in FULL TATTOO ARMS.

Mmmhmm. Yeah.
/Most obvious thing ever, but.

Then observe this description. Is it legible? I hope so. I laughed SO HARD.


And continuing on the theme of my complete obsession with Rodarte. THIS WAS THERE TOO.


I have more to say but too lazy and this entry is already tl;dr.

Here is me in a red shirt I thrifted this week + a too-big blacck belt. More fatness.

I sat in my grandmother's living room to go along with my little old lady self.


And this one to display the amazing buttons on my sleeves.


And one last one to show off my creepy cat pin and the buttons on the neck.


And to wrap up this longest post evahhhhhh, pictures of my finally silver a la Chanel Haute Couture Spring 2010 fingernails, complete with the band-aid I doodled WWAD (What Would Anna Do) on today during class. So blurry.

graceland.

SHORT SHORT ENTRY TIME.

I was going to do an outfit post, but then I was an imbecile and sliced my finger open and now it looks totally gross and bandaged, so you get something else. Because I am a social outcast, freak, and fangirl I recently purchased W magazine from February 2003. The reason? An editorial not BY but ABOUT Divine Goddess Grace Coddington. Today I decided to scan (part of) it for you wonderful readers of mine. All six of you.



AND MY FAVORITE EVER EVER EVER EVER TAKEN. Thank you, Bruce. You are amazing. Xoxo, etc.


Oh, also I went shopping at Goodwill today and bought a helluva lot of ~VELVET because I am so excited for that trend being so prominent at NYFW. (Hollllla.) Then I went to Barnes & Noble and splurged on magazines like I do EVERY month. So yeah.

I PINKY SWEAR TO DO A NEW YORK FASHION WEEK POST REALLY SOON.

a conglomeration of things that happened recently.

Yesterday I went to an art exhibition for young artists via our school art program. Students in their final year of high school submit a portfolio of six works of art from their high school careers for judging and a scholarship to Kilgore College (which isn't a very nice school, but winning the contest looks good on a resumé). The day overall was rather drab, but I met a brilliant young photographer, Nicholas Hébert (pronounced a-bear). When we were released for lunch, the two of us wandered over to a local Presbyterian church where he snapped a few photos of me that I would like to share with you now.

I love the view in my glasses. Have a close-up.

It was cold, so my face is especially red.

Also, I had a bit of a style crisis yesterday. Because everyone at my school dresses so generically, I feel like my style is quite progressive, at least for my surroundings. But then at the art contest, there were several people dressed in clothes I would probably wear. It made me realize that if I really want to stand out later on, I need to step it up in the clothes department and stop caring so much what people at my school might think. Either way, here are some shots of what I wore yesterday under my coat. First, a photo Nicholas edited that my friend Tori took.

I wish I had this photo in color so you could see his outfit. Fabulous!

I'm refusing to show this as a straight forward shot because I look fat.

Shot from the back.

I recieved Grace Coddington's Catwalk Cats book in the mail two days ago, and I'm obsessed. Have a few scans.

This is amazing for so many reasons that many of you will never understand. But I kind of died.

I... just have a thing about Grace's hair, and Grace + Cats.

THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS. I can't even deal with this. Like. REALLY.

I took more, but I really have to go take care of some things. Like.. not eating an entire pizza no matter how much I want to. xx