Archive for November, 2009

Liquid liner

November 30, 2009

Some eyeliner inspiration from Gabi:


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November 30, 2009


Vacation, all I ever wanted:

Gaga bra-splosion:

Like Mercury

November 30, 2009

Total shoner, courtesy of Zana:

YES! It’s a work in progress, but it’s already beautiful.

Nah pop no style, a strictly roots

November 30, 2009

It’s a nasty, rainy day in the district so to combat the blues, I’m listening to YACHT’s super chill, sun-soaked album See Mystery Lights (sorry it’s loud neighbors) My favorite song on it is “Psychic City (Voodoo City)”. The keyboard melody is inspired by the bassline of Althea and Donna’s “Uptown Top Ranking”. Can you believe these sexy ladies were only 17 and 18?

His name is Blane? Oh! That’s a major appliance, that’s not a name!

November 30, 2009

Let’s not talk about how devastated I get every time I watch Pretty in Pink and Duckie doesn’t end up with Andie. I know I know John Cryer= poor man’s Matthew Broderick.

This scene (amina’s top 5 movie scenes) with Duckie banging and stomping the floor as the song reaches the pinnacle is classic.

PS: I watched footloose for the first time saturday. WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME IT WAS SO CRAZY?!*  who is that lady playing kevin bacon’s lover? WHY IS SHE SO CRAZY? why didn’t sarah jessica parker play her part (cf. girls just wanna have fun)? I thought this was a movie about dancing. I really did like it though (just disappointed it was so weak dance-wise and seriously that chick was s00 zanie) Is flashdance better? Help you guys, I need to rethink my netflix queue.

*to be fair I thought this was flashdance so I was waiting for that sexy water+bucket scene to come on. (stop laughing Brittany Morgan! I didn’t grow up here… so much to catch up on)

The bold shoulder

November 30, 2009

Jersey loops:






And that old favorite, fringe:

I want to go to there: dream fixer upper edition

November 30, 2009


Morning Wood: stiff links

November 30, 2009

OH SNAP! this girl is my (s)hero

Lick my zucchini stick and other recipes to get you laid

Poor lil’ piggy!

You know how I love Legos

The road to hell is paved with corduroy skirts

Oooh shiny. thx google

What do you call a group of apes? you’re welcome.

and take it away john mayer

Two drink holders and a captain’s chair

November 29, 2009

Thank you, Josh, for reminding me how much I love this.

Unleashing the beast

November 29, 2009

just back in from the city of roses, and holy smokes! those cats can make a meal.  but the pinnacle of my left coast culinary adventure was executed by the magnificent naomi pomeroy and mika paredes of beast. i then proceeded to spend half my paycheck on food (cooking my own beast inspired thanksgiving) and it was worth every penny.

their masthead is just like the greeting at the door; a weary, hard-earned smile presenting you flowers along with their mouth-watering grizzly bone (rrrrrrrrrrrrr !!!)

all *beautiful photos via Alicia J. Rose

Now warning: I will try my best to explain what happened at Beast, but this restaurant gave me a boner of such epic proportions that I’m not sure I can possibly do it justice.  I will try….

Their website explains that the name Beast implies:

i hear you ladies, i heeeear YOU!

We are frank in our appreciation of meat.

they continue….

Our food is simple, refined, and- dare we say- feminine.

We let our moods and our sensual appreciation of what the fields, forests and oceans are yielding dictate our weekly menus.

Hot tip: this is clearly not my photo (as you’ll see below) and they change the menu every week, but there is a FOIE-GRAS BON-BON with a SAUTERNES GELEÉ on that plate, aka the most amazing bite you’ll ever taste in your life. ever. and then i definitely see steak tartare and a perfectly placed quail egg on toast sitting there, too. Whah? Whah? I know.

We are inspired by French Grandmothers, (bisous!)

but our days are spent prepping to the sounds of our favorite rock-n-roll bands

*see, my photos start here. the lighting was low and the flash was rude, forgive me.

( Timeout: We need to address the music. Because I tried to get the playlist and was told their playlist changes all the time and is whatever these goddesses feel like playing. in other words, i didn’t get it. but good god i sure would love to. our djs mastered a tempo for both preparing and enjoying the menu. it was orchestrated beautifully.

my kitchen view of naomi doing her thang..... and oops, who's that? holler portland, nice dining with you!

I was overwhelmed, enjoying every tiny morsel entering my mouth, watching them prepare each bite, while trying to laugh at and ponder the chalked quotes and recipes written all over the wall, as rock harmony filled the room, that i’ve completely blacked out on what any of the actual songs were.

Seriously guys, music danced around the meal, leading you to crescendo into each bite, of all. six. courses. are you comprehending the magnitude of this?

Then, just when you thought things might get too intense, they softened the tone, soothing you (with a clot de l’oum st. bart vielles vignes cotes du roussillon- 2005 so yummy!!) into their meaty magnificence.

and that was only half way through.

Then came the arugula, shaved persimmon, soft goat cheese, fried almonds and they started to rock out again sending you peaking into rolling mountains of foodgasm…

cheese, shortbread, perfect honey, champagne poached apricot…..chocolate custard tarts with huckleberry sauce.  oh, oh, oohhhhhhh huckleberry sauce. with pistachios and whipped cream

over and over and over again. phew.

srsly. take a moment. have a cigarette, and think about it.  foodgasms. to music. with art. at a community table. that’s pretty freakin awesome.  dc are you listening?? more of this, please)

but that’s not even it.  they continue…

we work just like we would in our home kitchens, and as our guests- we hope you can tell, and that our ease translates to your comfort and enjoyment.

Well, let me tell you ladies: yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssssss, yessssssssss, YEEEEESSSSSS! I had no idea Portland could bring it so hard, thank you.

and just when you think it’s done……

they even have Real Talk in the bathroom!

WOW ladies, just wow.

gawd. holler.