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Just a few tips, courtesy of Artrocker Magazine, on how to get the look of alt tweemo indie pop hearthrobs "The pain of being pure at heart". Checks! Denim! Florals! Badger Balm??P.S. Thanks so much for the birthday wishes everyone! Truly appreciated :n )
Ask any lady what their "wardrobe basics" might include, and I guarantee that 9 out of 10 will list black flats as a necessity. Because duh, they're a necessity! Which is what makes the fact that I haven't really owned a decent pair in what seems like years kind of insane (actually...it may literally have been years.)
How is this possible you ask? No doubt it is due to a combination of both my extreme pickiness and my extreme broke-ness, coupled with the fact that people tend to wear their favorite pair of black flats into the ground instead of selling them to Buffalo Exchange (my life blood these days, 'tis true.)
Anyways, what I'm getting at here is: I found some black flats! And even though they're slightly too big, and were slightly more than I wanted to pay (i.e. over $10--anything that costs more than that should really either be edible or last a lifetime), they've already changed my life for the better. I wore them to the Post Office today to mail some packages, the color of which almost matched my walls.
Today will go down in history as the day my life became simultaneously 1000 times richer and 1000 times sadder, due to the knowledge that a) this exists and b) I will almost certainly never own it.(Vintage Fiorucci bathing suit from Nasty Gal Vintage found via Cat Party. And yes, it's already looong gone.)
Allrighty, so, here are those scans of the Girls article from RUSSH I promised ya (click to enlarge/enjoy):
And here is (another!) true story: Just like the Pains, Girls have been touring around Europe recently, and the two bands have crossed paths a few times. These encounters seem to involve an indecent amount of frisbee playing, beer drinking, high-fiving (ok I'm just assuming that last one) and other extreme forms of merriment. The last time the two groups met up was at the Primavera festival in Barcelona. My bf really wanted a Girls t-shirt (duh), but he missed out nabbing one that night. The next day, he happened to bump into a member of Girls who happened to be wearing a t-shirt for his own band (normally a potential douche-move, but in the context of Girls all bets are off), and the guy frickin' GAVE Alex the shirt off his back. Literally. They traded right then and there. And then I had to sit, helpless and alone, as he paraded up and down his hotel room in front of me wearing the damn thing via Skype. And this is the kind of business I have to deal with while trying to wade my way through endless chapters of summer school geology homework. Capisce??
On Sunday, some lady friends and I went to brunch for (sob!) the last time at Little D Eatery in Park Slope. It says they're closed for vacation, but this is a lie--they're closed for good! No more pork butt hash (trust me, it's a little slice of butt hash heaven.)
So, now we are on the search for another great brunch spot located in a charming neighborhood where we know at least five members of the staff who will bring us tasty freebies and undercharge us for afore mentioned hash. Is that too much to ask?
What did I find on Sunday? Hahaha, oh man, get this: I found f**king RUSSH! In the Barnes & Noble in Park Slope of all places (it seems sooo out of place in that mom and pop hood.) I didn't know whether to be jubilant or enraged--they had tons of 'em! Fortunately, it wasn't the latest issue which dear sweet Hannah sent me, but the previous one, so now I haven't missed a beat.
And even better, what should I discover upon perusing it but a full two page spread on Girls, the band I will simply not shut up about. I'll scan and post it later tonight!
