Thursday, June 10, 2010

Mama Tried.


Blogging is hard work. Even harder when you have a family of pets to feed, a clothing line to run, an ice cream/mobile pop up shop that just launched, and new clothing lines you're developing on top of the other ones you were developing in addition to the one you had. Know what I mean?

Well, regardless, one must have a life in addition to all these entrepreneural pursuits. So tomorrow I'm putting on my best cowgirl books (yes, the ones with the holes in the toes), getting in my '65 Ford Thunderbird, and heading to the Ink 'n Iron Festival at the Queen Mary. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a Rockasilly, and I don't frequent tattoo conventions despite my collection of awesomely bad tattoos. "Remember Pearl Harbor" anyone?

So why go? The reason why I have a Mama Tried tattoo (told ya I have bad tattoos). Merle Haggard. The Hag himself is coming to Southern California and I'll put up with all the flaming dice tattoos and pomade in the room just to hear Okie from Muskogee for the umpenteeth time. 

Enjoy the below, somehow I don't think the set dresser got the memo about the song Merle was planning to play that evening.





Saturday, April 10, 2010

Breaking News

Yesterday the LA Times Style Section reported khakis, excuse me I mean chinos, were back. Gee, ya think? Read about it here, if you must.

Appropriately enough, I was wearing my  Pas de Calais chinos when the news broke.


Vintage plaid shirt, Pas de Calais wide leg chinos, Tretorns, and J. Crew utility bag.

Hate bathroom self portraits.

But love my outfit.



Keeping it neutral like the swiss. Perfect for running a few errands and meeting with my publicist today. She'll probably advise me to not take anymore photos infront of my toilet.

American Apparel boatneck top, J Crew city fit chinos, vintage boots.

Hey There Cowboy

Ahoy there sailor. My bathroom acts as a tribute to my favorite types of boys. 
Gay archetypes.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Ain't got nothing to tell you.

Brown/blue/brown.
Clark's Desert Boots, J. Crew matchstick jeans, and a James Perse tee up top.
Oh and pigtails. Rocking it like the boys, only better.


Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Where the Heart Is.

I take a lot of pride in my apartment. It's a mix of kitsch, hunting lodge, man cave, and mid-century modern. When you put it that way, it sounds weird. It's not. Or atleast it's not strange to me.
Here are a few shots we took for an article on me and my apartment that may or may not happen. Either way, it was fun.
Various goods collected over time. Artwork by friends, found photos and more.

Bought it off my handyman for $20 bucks.

 


Moto fixation and flapper fixation.

Union soldier hat, Louboutins I never wear and asst. necklaces.

Bedroom girly things. Makes up for the not so girly things elsewhere.

Bedside reading.


Generally not stoked on photos of myself. This one can slide.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Fast Talkin, Slow Walkin

Good Lookin, Mohair Sam. Slim Harpo could charm the pants off of any lady.




Rule 23: Fix It (1001 Rules for My Un-Wed Husband)

Even if you can't fix it, try to. Pretend. I'm none the wiser.




Plus, I just like watching you bend over.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Homeless or Handsome?



Maison Martin Margiela via Real Life is Elsewhere

He's hot, in a "I want to give him a bath real bad" kind of way.
I think?

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Philly Naval yards! Where are the sailors? I am the shore patrol!

As true then as it is now.


Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Best thing at ENK? The gentleman who held my jacket for me when I was ready to get out of there. Boys ask your grandpas for tips on how to treat a lady.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Mile High.

Hey chubby bearded dude riding first class on flight 84 to NYC, you're hot. I dig your chambray shirt.
Love,
The girl in the mismatched socks sandwiched between an old arabic couple in coach

Saturday, January 16, 2010

In the Doghouse.



You can tell a lot about a man by how he talks to his mother.
You can tell even more about a man based on his relationship with his dog.
But the most telling thing about man is his relationship with your dog.



My little man Hud (well little big man, he weighs 60 lbs) has a lot of character. Character being code for "he is not very well trained" of course. Mama's done spoiled the boy. But one look at his mop top and big button nose and you'd do just the same. I think?



Good man dog choices?

1. Mutts. Save a dog's life at a shelter. Adopt.
2. Retrievers, Labrador, Golden, you know the usual.
3. Hounds. Aoooooooooooo!
4. Bulldogs. We may not love the slobber but who doesn't love that underbite?
5.  Most importantly...when it comes to your dog, size matters.
It's always questionable when a man has dogs that weigh under 30 lbs. Plus it just looks plain funny when you're walking them.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Toothless Men Need Not Apply.

We put a post up on Craigslist for a casting we're having this week and it's been hit or miss. This guy is definitely my favorite. A modern day Edward G Robinson of sorts he isn't, but he's just as entertaining.



hi my name is xxx im 23 very good looking short dirty blonde hair blue eyes,white,athletic build..have all my teeth(straight)...love the site
by the way...

Sin in tha flesh indeed.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Two For the Sea-Saw

"I never changed anything, except my socks and my underwear. And I never did anything to glorify myself or improve my lot. I took what came and did the best I could with it." Robert Mitchum 

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Retracted.

This Mercedes 220 SE is acceptable. I always wished it was available as a coupe, but atleast there's room for the babies I'll be having in the back.

Via Private

Case In Point.

A rusty truck with a bench seat. I'll be happy riding shotgun indeed.













Photo from All Plaid Out.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

White Line Fever.

“The car as we know it is on the way out. To a large extent, I deplore its passing, for as a basically old-fashioned machine, it enshrines a basically old-fashioned idea: freedom.” JG Ballard












There was a time when I'd settle for a man with a car. Nowadays I'm thinking about men with nice cars. Before you get up in arms about the thought of some gold-digging woman on the prowl for a man in a Mercedes with gold chains and chest hair let me stop you and put it in context. I'm a woman who drives a pick-up truck, and when I'm not behind the wheel of Big Bama, I'm driving my 1965 Thunderbird. Feel better?

While Los Angeles may be an auto-centric city, there is a lot to be said for a beautiful car and the man who drives one. A car that has been designed rather than manufactured is easy to spot, I'm speaking for both new and classic cars. How many of you want to tell your kids about how you proposed to their mother in a Kia in a middle of a thunderstorm? Well made goods never fail to leave an impression, thus the turn to heritage brands, and my plea for classic cars. A man who selects a car, not only for quality, but for its inherent beauty has a special place in my heart. So does the one who can tend to his car when duty calls. Where is the man who changes his own oil and can fix a flat without calling AAA? Have they gone the way of chrome, steel, and sweat?












Boys. If you'd like to one day become a man, here's a checklist.

1. Learn how to drive stick. You never know when you may need to drive a drunk friend home. Plus it's sexy.

2. Make sure you know how to change a tire, and you have everything you need to do so in your trunk. There may be one day when you're phone's dead and you won't be able to reach roadside service. Plus you look hot when you're changing a tire. The black grease under your fingernails makes it all the better.

3. If you can't change your oil, atleast know how to check your fluids. I once had a '65 Galaxie catch fire on 5th Ave because I hadn't checked my coolant.

4. The most important thing to know about cars is to open the door for your woman. Always. I dated a man, who while he had his faults, opened the car door for me everytime. For 3 years.

5. None of this mini car business. Checkerboards are for playing on, not driving in. Also if you ever hope to be able to make out with a lady in your backseat it helps to actually have a backseat (wait, ladies don't make out in backseats).

6. Customizing your import car that looks like an ice cube doesn't make it look any less like an ice cube. Leave the rims, flames, airbrusing, speakers in the trunk, 18 television screens, oversized tires, raising, lowering, bouncing to the boys.

7. Keep it clean. Bonus points if you wash your car yourself instead of taking it to the day-laborers on the corner.

8. Parallel park like a champ. Me? It takes me about 6 tries. But that's because I'm a girl. And I drive like one.

9. Get a car unstuck. While driving a friend from Texas around Echo Park I managed to get my truck stuck in the mud. If it can happen in Echo Park, who's to say it can't happen anywhere else. He was a true gentleman and after an hour of back and forth we were free. He was covered in mud, I was fresh as a daisy.

10. Most importantly, a real gentleman never put his or others lives in danger by driving drunk.

An exercise in restraint.

Just last night I was working on a new business plan, when defining my customer I made one point very clear: My man wears white t shirts. Wake up this morning and I find multiple posts across the internet about the most simple and stylish item every man should have in his closet. The white tee.

I am a woman who pays her rent with graphic tees, and while I don't aim to bite the hand that feeds me...I'm going to. Chomp. Make it your own, keep it clean, and keep it trim. No one likes a man in a beefy tee.

In a room full of suits, look at Paul Newman (you'll be seeing a lot of him here) shine. Sexy, confident, and more timeless than any other man in the room.

Gentlemen, keep it simple. Don't look to your t shirt to say something witty for you, say it yourself. It's much more charming than the boy below. Right tough guy?

Where the Boys are.

I'd love to say that I love boys. I don't. I love men. This blog will be an open love letter to all the little things I love about the opposite sex. Put it all together and I'm sure it'll be a Frankenstein monster of sorts; somewhat paradoxical, not realistic in the least bit, but an amusement at the very least. Feel free to chime in and enjoy.