This morning I thought I saw my favorite
blogger on the L train, but I was mistaken. I was in a terrible mood. I had to let the first train go by because it was too full, & then I just barely managed to get the second one, & I had left E. standing rather forlornly on the platform, waiting for the Canarsie-bound train, & I was squished against the glass, very forlornly indeed, craving a smoothie, wishing I could shatter into a million pieces (which reminds me that last nite outside Rothko, or rather across the street & around the corner from it where the smokers had been banished, these boys from Westchester were going off about
A Million Little Pieces.
James Frey, right? I said.
I never read it.
Dude! they said.
A Million Little Pieces is awesome! As if they'd all read it in their Westchester book club or something.)
Anyway there was this blue-eyed girl next to me & for a second I thought it was her. I don't even know if her eyes are blue in real life & the girl on the train was much shorter than I had pictured her to be but everything else seemed right. & I always thought if I ever ran into her it would have to be on the
train.
But then of course it wasn't, anyway.
I'm yuckily hunogver today & very settled in my decision to not go to
Death Disco at the Delancey this evening, tho everyone else should go because Live Girls!!! are playing & they are awesome & X’s for Eyes are playing & they are awesome too. As for me I am either going to walk down to Videology or I am going to pay Reel Life the $20 or so I owe them & I'm going to see if there are any very very depressing movies to rent. & maybe make a big pot of
this soup.
In work-related news, why have some people in the fashion world been so embarassingly hesitant to have anything to do with the internet? Ciao, Prada! I'm talking to you! Check out their horrible excuse for a web site
here. Oh wait, sorry. Maybe their Italian site is better. Er,
nope. One of my favorite designers, Matthew Williamson, who I thought would have a turquoise & fuchsia swirly peacock-feathery rainbow-covered Flash-heavy thing going on, apparently has no web presence at all.
I'm not talking about everybody here. Dior's
site is downright amazing. So is
Stella McCartney's. & I suppose a case could be made that Helmut Lang's
site is appropriately minimalist. But still, there are a couple of major fashion houses that really ought to be setting a better example. (Ahem, Calvin Klein. What the fuck is
this?)
That is all for today.
