reader(...s?), i am feeling overworked and underinspired. and y'know, it hit me, if c4ts can have unlimited shoe-related posts, then i will not cease with my gawker-related posts. i should celebrate that which gives me joy. which do i love most - postsecret? this post about brunch? this train wreck of a post, which i simultaneously love yet loathe? i mean, it is terrifyingly classist, but how can you not remark on people whose weddings involve the following: 1) First dance is to Michael Buble's "That's All"; 2) Wedding song is "Unchained Melody"; 3) Guests made to sing Bob Marley's "One Love" as the couple walked down the aisle?
even though i now live in nyc, i still don't receive my new yorker until at least wednesday. i can't wait for this article. i hope it exhaustively chronicles his journey from tub o'lard with a fan to haughty manorexic. woot. and for those of you who haven't yet read last week's, definitely read the one about AIDS in south africa, joan acocella's article about the choreographer of edward scissorhands, and whichever louis menand article it was. otherwise, forget the one about chalk. snooze!
as a last tidbit, why do designers who push impossible ideals on us always wear the same thing? carolina herrera? tom ford? michael kors?
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Underinspired? Wayne Brady photographs interesting doors and collects totes. He's man-candy.
Also, this one time I went to a graduation ceremony at this all-girls high-school and Tom Ford--strangely--was the commencement speaker. He tried to deliver an inspirational speech about lattes and chest hair or something, and at one point said this: "You're not as fat as you think you are." It was meant to be a joke, but when the guy who basically invented modern anorexia suggests to members of the most eating-disorder-prone population that they might think themselves tubby, well you can imagine the boos and permeating revulsion. It was all really bitchy and great.
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