More of this: Classic shape, cool flounce, navy-on-black badassery, sorta sexy. I can even deal with those cuffs. But please, may we see less of this … couture, cropped choir robe? And much less of this … I don’t even know what this is: Whatever it is, I liked it better the first time, when Deanna Troi wore it to the final frontier: Valentino pics courtesy of...
Who's this "Ibid" character anyway?
High schoolers wouldn’t be skeptical of ibid … this must be undergrad. FAVORITE! shitmystudentswrite: Many of the statements in this paper are also noted as coming from a person only identified as ‘Ibid’ in the footnotes. I am not skeptical of Ibid’s view, but I would like to find his/her article and read it for myself.
DVF'n in the Dark
Is it just me, or does this dress from DVF’s latest Fall collection feel eerily reminiscent of Dev’s “Dancin’ in the Dark” video? DVF: DEV:
In Defense of Teachers... →
Hear Hear! madeoftofu: I know I’m preaching to the choir here, but here’s more support for us teaching fools.
Snowy Sunny Saturday Playlist
Fashion Rehab: Missoni's Road to Recovery
If Missoni’s SS2011 line was a drug-fueled PowerPuff Girls adventure gone wrong, Missoni’s Pre-Fall 2012 collection is the first week in rehab. That is to say, a whisper of the true girl is barely audible … even though she’s hiding underneath lots and lots of protective layers. She’s taking a step in the right direction, but the road ahead is long and fraught with...
For Sale: Beauty in Bogota
Wedding-worthy calla lilies drinking from paint-splattered utility buckets. Now this … this is beautiful. Photo Credit: Amanda Meyer Hall, Bogota, Colombia. My inspiring friend with an eye for the divine.
Ok, Chanel has a sense of humor. Caption suggestions below picture. (Chanel FW2011) 1) Chanel does Charlie Chaplin Chic — Just add le Moustache 2) Chanel’s New Muse: Hobo Mimes 3) Chanel’s Fall Inspiration: Breakfast at Le Peep (le Banquet de Hobo) 4) Why 2008 Mary Kate Olsen should sue Chanel for Intellectual Property Theft 5) Post-apocalyptic model defends ankles...
Intro by The XX This song is a reminder to zoom...
From the Mouths of Babes
The following is a quote from a student’s letter of introduction: “I’m honest, quiet, and a little bit stealthy.” Honest, yet stealthy. Well, at least he’s honest.
Footage we shot during our trip to Alaska. August, 2011. Glacier water looks like the caribbean with icebergs, fog, brave birds, and occasional fishermen.
The Kids are All Right
Today was a good day. Simply put. Though cynicism and [often unfounded] criticism bombard public educators from all directions, the kids continue to remind me that leaving the private sector was the right decision. Thanks, kids. You’re actually so much better than all right. Even on the first day of school.
Summer Reading Review #3
After digesting the brilliance that is Franzen’s Freedom, I found all the other fiction I encountered this summer rather disappointing. I must have started and stopped at least three novels. Yes, English teachers do this. (Well, at least I do.) So, this summer was the summer of non-fiction. Today, I sat in the yard and read Nora Ephron’s I Remember Nothing. I started it in the late...
Summer Reading Review #2
Dog-eared chapters, not just pages. Among many, many other things, I learned that Thomas Jefferson was an ass. Dramatic Pause. Yes. I have discovered Jen Kirkman’s next assignment. Seriously, Jen. Please??
Productive, Creative, Thoughtful, Nervous: Hands...
Thanks to Jamie for capturing the following slices of inspiration at ODLR Resort. Who knew hands could be so expressive? (Bangles? Stacking on today. Red polish? Tomorrow, maybe.)
In Brief - Summer Reading Review #1
After an unconvincing two-hundred-and-sixty-six-page start, Franzen clears his throat, becomes brilliant. I love summer. And I still love Jonathan Franzen. Probably more now than I loved him after The Corrections.
Best Slice of Student Inspiration, 2011
“I think the point of American Literature was to teach us about America and its literature, but that’s not what I took out of it. American Lit showed me more about myself than about my country. But maybe it was supposed to do that … this class taught me [that] reading and literature is probably my anti-depressant.” Thank you, junior boy who shall remain nameless. This is why I do what I do,...
You seem to be suffering from an identity crisis. I curse you, your horrid, violent weather, and your irritatingly unpredictable behavior. It’s only one week till the summer solstice, and I’m counting down the days. The Spring 2011 Ready-To-Wear collections anticipated the season’s senselessness. The once loom-inous house of Missoni terrified me as it trotted out looks that...
"I wish I had a vast vocabulary like my american...
Direct quote from a student. T minus six days: Unexpected encouragement! It’s not too late. It’s not too late. It’s not too late.
The Queen of Wishful Thinking
Maybe it’s the Gossip Girl marathon I passively consumed while draped lethargically on my couch last Saturday night. The pavement and heels and drama and ridiculousness of it all. Maybe it’s that end-of-the-year grind, hoping to sneak but a few more morsels of information into teenage brains, and getting caught every time. Maybe it’s just the ceaseless sound of the suburbs. The...
Such a Lovely Place, Such a Lovely Face ...
My mom forbade me to play with Barbies as a child. No, strike that. She refused to buy them for me. Since she was soooooo un-faaaaaair, I begged Grandma to do her dirty work, which she did do, for who wants to disappoint a little girl on her 7th birthday? Though I eventually added two entire Barbies to my toy collection, I never forgot my mom’s firm, anti-barbie stance. In retrospect,...
Consumer Product Blues
It’s no secret that I get a kick out of nail color. Polish makes typing more adventurous. It makes pointing more dramatic. Listless finger drumming less … boring. It’s exciting and celebratory, even with an understated hue. Last week, while feeling professionally invigorated and chock-a-block full of solidarity, I selected this blue for my digits. It’s...
The horizontal lightness of being ...
Daylight Savings Time = Puddles of sun on the floor in the early afternoon. Lazy cats, contemplative pauses, and the liberating feeling that comes with shedding a bulky parka. Sunlight = Optimism, and looking over your shoulder at your ex (WINTER, that bastard) and smiling. Light = Clarity. An idea. Delicate. Free. I challenge you to associate light in any form with something negative. That...
China by way of Texas & Nassau
I spent the first ten years of my life in the Lone Star State. If Pee Wee had asked eight-year-old me if there was a basement in the Alamo, I would have confidently replied, “No, Pee Wee. Most buildings in Texas have slab foundations.” I have no idea if that is actually true. Every house in my neighborhood had a slab foundation, so, naturally, my eight-year-old brain would assume that...
Like many others, my field emphasizes the importance - no, the outright necessity - of keeping my eyes on the future … that thang that year by year, recedes before me. I feel pushed and prodded and encouraged - no, ordered - to bask in the glow of my LCD and professionally develop myself for, well, the future. But, since so many apps and tools and two-point-o thingamajigs are fleeting, I...
Galliano per NYT →
Nicole Kidman needs to write a "Dear John...
Nicole probably fell for Tom when she saw him in Risky Business. Socks? Freshly waxed floors? Party entrepreneur? Why yes, Tom — I’ll absolutely have a beer (or two or four) at your house party. And who among us didn’t want to be Kelly McGillis in Top Gun? At ten, I wanted a ride into the danger zone … But then he went nuts and got a divorce from Nicole and married Katie...
Dear Diane Von Furstenberg
I’m a young’n when it comes to fashion. I’m not young, like stylerookie young or Blake Lively young, but rather, I’m self-taught and inexperienced. (How’s that for ethos?) But I have been following the industry closely for 6 years and casually for about 10. I love you. So much so that I actually screamed out in delight when, during Oprah’s “Day in the Life...
I fall in love with you at first sight — every year. By fall’s first frost, I’m totally crushing, and with your first snow, I’m smitten. You are delicate sometimes, tenderly dusting my lashes and crunching under my feet. You are quiet sometimes, thoughtfully covering me with a blanket that drowns out the world. Sometimes you threaten. Sometimes you bite. And navigating your...
testing testing 1.2.3. Not feeling very prolific at the moment.