FADER fam

As stoked as I am to be drifting off to sleep in my childhood bed, underneath the eaves of a little farm house in the middle of a big forest on a tiny island...tonight, I miss my FADER friends. Just look at these goons! Don't you just wanna put them in your pocket and take them home and just, you know, hang out or whatever?? This shot accompanied Schnipper's genius Itemized post a couple weeks ago. Favorite family photo ever?

Fade In

Of all the pieces I've had published here and there so far, this is easily the one I'm most proud of. It all started last fall with an email from a girl named Elizabeth Doan in Australia who thought I might like this brand spankin' new swimwear line called We Are Handsome, which lead to a blog post or two, which lead to a pitch and now--fast forward a few months, dozens of emails, a Skype conversation to the other side of the world, some early morning trips to Bed Stuy, a photoshoot (on medium format film!) in Brighton Beach on a frigid spring afternoon--my article is leading the Style section in FADER Magazine #68!

Thanks so much to Jeremy for taking the time to talk on the internet with me, and for the motivational life tips imparted to me in a wine bar atop the Time Warner Building. I'm still working on taking them all to heart. Baby steps.

BOXING DAY

How frickin' incredible does Chioma (my wonderful boss at FADER) look in her new Boxing Kitten Jumper?? Ack, it boggles the mind (and the eyeballz!) And reading about her childhood memories of visiting Africa, and the amazing Nigerian half of her family, on the FADER blog makes me love it (and her) that much more.

photo by John Francis Peters

Teardrops on my Telephone

Alex recently did a little guest post over on the FADER blog about this mind-bogglingly huge Hunx & His Punx pin he bought at SXSW.

Fittingly enough, Alex Frank (aka the Other Alex, style assitant at FADER) was sporting a Yes Homo tee that day, which happens to be the name of my favorite fake glam band. Cuh-razy.

(photo by John Francis Peters)

two colorful, otherwise unrelated things

1)


In case you were wondering to whom that glorious head of hair (and those spandex-spackled thighs) belong on page 38 of the newest issue of FADER...it's me!! Man, I wish you guys could see the rest of the pictures we took that day, let's just say that folding chair and I got familiar. Photo by John Francis Peters.

2)


I made a watermelon cake. Everyone thought it was a Christmas cake at first, but no, watermelon. It really freaked out my eyeballs. You can learn how to make your own over on Sweeetheart Fever, thanks to Cassie, my partner in baking crime. Photo by Ben Scheim.

painted lady

I feel like I've wanted one of Arielle de Pinto's amazing crocheted metal pieces for as long as can remember (which, apparently, is only as far back as 2007, since that's how long her line's been around...) The lookbook for her 2010 collection is totally rad, and incidentally makes me miss both California and having a proper, knock-about summer vacation.

You can read more over on the FADER, and be sure to check out her collaboration with Anntian, which is all kinds of mixed-media coolness.

(all photos by Margaret V Haines)

we ARE handsome, aren't we?

So I know that the post-Thanksgiving-dinner-eat-yourself-and-your-butt-into-oblivion-haze is a rough time to be talking about swimwear of all things...BUT, these babies are soooo worth it! My post about the new Australian line of one-pieces called We Are Handsome is up over on the FADER blog, and they are, quite frankly, fierce. And I do not use that word lightly.

girl stuff

a)


Perfumes are problematic. I only really like the ones that smell like actual things, not just that gross, fake, "perfume-y" smell. Stella McCartney smells like roses, Marc Jacobs smells like tuberose, and now I'm trying YSL Parisienne on for size (courtesy of a free sample from Sephora.) It smells like blackberries and damask roses, a little sugary but I think it's growing on me. The 1 oz. size is adorable and, for once, not wildly out of my price range--just mildly.

b)


Finding pretty, classy, affordable, underwire-free brasseries has become something of a lifelong mission on my part. I don't understand why it's so hard to find such a thing, and why ladies with big boobs middle-of-the-road boobs should have all the frilly, lacey fun. Which is why I'm completely obsessed with Eberjey's Delirious Bralet. And it comes in A BAZILLION FREAKIN' COLORS, omg you guys, it's a tittay raaaaiiinnnbbbbooowwww!!

c)


On one of my first days at FADER I accompanied my boss to a downtown showroom where, as part of the festivities, they were providing free manicures from OPI's new España line. Rough stuff, I know. Anyways, she chose a gorgeous dark green, almost black number called "Here Today...Aragon Tomorrow" (ah the puns! They buuurn!!) while I went with some stupid pinkish purple junk. You might say I was...green with envy???

d)

(photo from venn. on flickr)

If there's one thing I despise in cosmetics, it's that awful, frosty shimmer that sneaks into so many nail polishes and lipsticks. I want my colors pure, straightforward, unadulterated. I also want them at drugstore prices. Which is why I'm so stoked on the Revlon Matte collection. I already have Pink Pout, pictured, but I also really want the nude shade and maybe even a red?? It's no NARS Roman Holiday, but it ain't half bad either.

satchel up

On the one hand, I feel like the recent craze for everything Navajo-print might be getting a little bit out of control. On the other hand, I don't give a whooping funt 'cuz I still think it's hot shit. Accordingly, I just wrote a little love letter to this Penfield masterpiece over on the FADER blog.

P.S. That's me above, in the flesh, in the FADER office! I feel like it's been far too long since I showed my face around here...guess this is the closest we're gonna get for now. Many thanks to John Francis Peters for the excellent photo.