Monday, January 31, 2011

a bottega veneta question for all.

i have two vintage bottega veneta suitcases. they are mildly awesome, and by the looks of things on the interweb, are possibly somewhat rare, as i absolutely cannot find even one image of similar impedimenta*. they were given to me many years ago by a friend of a friend, so i have no emotional attachment to them, other than they are lovely and fancy. were they convenient to travel with, i would use them like it was my job and be all HEY WATCH IT PAL, THAT'S MY BOTTEGA VENETA LUGGAGE YOU'RE MANHANDLING.
alas, they are not as handy for travel as say, bags with wheels or shoulder straps. so do i keep them? do i try to sell them? do i attempt to trade them out for a piece of BV i can actually use? i'm really at a loss, other than it seems wasteful to keep putting Baby in a corner (or continue storing them in the attic, as it were, as i am already fighting off hoarder tendencies on a daily basis). your thoughts and suggestions are most welcome.

*or perhaps they are worthless and have been universally shoved in the trash? i should note that they are soft-sided leather suitcases and not trunks.

crazy designers are the best designers.

this is like, S O O L D. but i've been meaning to post because it is super cray, and i just have an overwhelming obsession with insanity. by the selby: herve pierre - creative director for carolina herrera - at his home - new york city - june 16th 2010. i am obsessed with the wackadoo (borderline creepy) glove curtain tie-backs, the positively brilliant use of cardboard as something fancy, and if i don't find a tiny baby chair to hold my toilet paper soon, i might die.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

sundance and the celebrity experience.

should you ever desire to mix your skiing with a side of FAME (because we all want to live forever), plan a trip to park city, utah, during the sundance film festival. we were here last year for straight skiing, inadvertently during part of R. Red's indie festapalooza. a happy accident, i assure you, since the trip was planned by manly, masculine males who would never, intentionally or admittedly, schedule a trip based on MAXIMUM celebrity sightings. however, for the ladies* on the trip, it (the skiing and the stalking) was a genuine delight, which is why we are BACK. the slopes are virtually abandoned during the days and the excitement of potentially running into a C-list (or better) celeb fuels the night. 2011 has thus yielded rob lowe and mary mcdonnell and possibly laura dern (we couldn't be sure). today on the slopes, i ran into channing tatum and JUSTIN TIMBERLAAAAAAAKE. if only it had been at the same time, so i could have instigated a mountainside dance-off.
last year, i was shocked to find myself in a private conversation with matthew fox, aka jack from lost, aka charlie from party of five, aka one super deliciouso piece of manmeat. we later chatted it up with catherine keener, before getting locked in a coffee shop with paris hilton and her aggressive staff of bodyguards. we also spotted (but did not have opportunity to do anything but gape at) paul dano, from there will be blood and little miss sunshine; taryn manning, from one of the best movies ever, hustle and flow; THE oliver stone aaaaaaaaaand the one and only simon rex, who was swarmed by teenage girls and their mothers, clearly not familiar with his high level of nastiness. sundance is excitin', y'all!
*mainly me. i am very obsessed with the famous.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

irene suchocki.

canadian photographer irene suchocki is really making my heart sing via my eyes. she takes a lot of pictures of carnivals, balloons and dreamy overseas locations that i want to visit. her snappy snaps are L O V E L Y and you can buy them for yo'self via her etsy shop. (and btw, if your name is sugarbear, i would not mind a copy of Paris is a feeling for myself.)