Filed under: Music
Elliot, you’ve been replaced
Free download:
https://soundcloud.com/troy-kurtz/la-mixx
-Isabelli
I had the surprising pleasure of catching Angel Haze perform at Versus/Versace/J.W. Anderson’s NYC rave last night.
The event reminded me of mid-2000′s downtown Miami warehouse parties – so, obviously, I loved it. But I didn’t stay long. Every single Manhattan sceney-bopper you can imagine was there, from ex-Madame Wong’s door-guys to wannabe-what’s-his-names and so on and so forth. Also, J.W. Anderson is hot as f*ck.
Anyway Angel Haze is kind of dope. Maybe even a better Azealia Banks (whhhhhaaaat). We’ve known about Miss Haze for a while but, like, didn’t really care. Now, we care.
-Elliot
Filed under: Musings
There is a Worst Look:
Cigarettes were sixty cents then? This shirt has most likely been replicated by an eco-friendly designer from a Scandinavian country and is sold exclusively at Opening Ceremony.
But there are so many BESTS:
Parker Posey is everything. This shot was in the very beginning of the film and she’s basically wearing Celine.
Pickford. Best dressed person hands down. He’s everything I ever wanted in high school.
this shirt!
-Isabel
Filed under: Musings
Title quote from blog I’ve been compulsively reading (I’m on page 291) called Kiss Me I’m Lazy. I happen to know the blogger very, very well, and must admit he’s done a phenomenal job conveying his completely twisted, slightly hysterical, yet overwhelmingly lovable persona over the Internet. How “our generation” of him. I’m jealous. But this post isn’t about him, it’s about me, and a conversation we had yesterday that inspired this entry.
As of today, I’m a certified SCUBA Divemaster, meaning I am well on my way to becoming an instructor, which means that I can hand out SCUBA certification cards to paying clients, which means you are free to email elliotandisabel@gmail.com should you be interested in discovering an underwater world that will transform your life, and so on. I’ll back up for a second.
Readers of E x I know by now that my family has a lovely house in Islamorada, in the Florida Keys. Like everyone who’s family is fortunate to have a vacation house they remember growing up going to, the house is very special for obvious reasons, so Islamorada is naturally where I decided to come for the aforementioned certification. Yesterday I was on the phone with John, Kiss Me I’m Lazy author, and he said the following in response to my whereabouts the past week:
J: I didn’t even know you dove. Like, in all the years I’ve known you (like, 8), you’ve never mentioned that. This is so random.
Me: I know. I’m actually a very good diver. I’ve been diving since I was 10. I possess all the personality traits necessary to be an excellent diver. I can even shoot fish with a speargun.
J: (Hysterically laughing) So much makes sense now. I can’t wait to meet your instructor when you inevitably have an affair with him.
SO. All of the above is true, minus the affair. I just never mentioned it to anyone in all the years I lived in New York because it just seemed to irrelevant to everything happening to and around me. That’s another post entirely though. What’s curious is that being a “good diver” is kind of like being a “good reader,” which is really quite different than someone being say…a “good” designer. Know what I mean? Everyone is capable or reading, there isn’t a whole lot of talent involved, but there is an element of natural disposition- and I happen to be naturally good at scuba diving. I am able to place a tremendous amount of focus on one thing at a time when given a task, I remain supremely calm in situations where sh*t spirals out of control, I can breathe deeply and zone out for long periods of time, and look fantastic in a bathing suit.
Voila. Quarter-life crisis solved.
-Isabel
Filed under: Musings
Ummm, basically:
“ Look fantastic in a suit, look fantastic in casual wear, look fantastic in anything, sound good, smell good, kiss good, strut around with supreme confidence, be uncannily successful at your job, blow people away anytime you say anything, take six hour lunches, disappear for weeks at a time, lie to everyone about everything, and drink and smoke constantly.”
-Isabel
Filed under: Musings
Feel that, the cool breezes of change? Done are we with punk and its pugnaciousness. Now that the Met Gala has come and gone, lighten your spirits with these preppy, springtime, coastal options — perfect for a Newport sunrise or a Bridgehampton morning bakery run.
1) Nothing cuter than boxer shorts-like swim trunks (especially with tiny little whales).
Thom Browne mid-length swim shorts, $240 at Mr. Porter
2) You can’t get more anti-punk than (anything at) Loro Piana.
Loro Piana silk and cashmere blend sweater, $1,065 at Mr. Porter
3) Bottega Veneta’s gunmetal polo is a nice alternative to the ubiquitous Ralph Lauren version.
Bottega Veneta cotton-piqué polo shirt, $390 at Mr. Porter
4) A Riviera-channeling scarf in azure and cream stripes – pure luxury.
Loro Piana cashmere and linen-blend scarf, $575 at Mr. Porter
5) Canvas espadrilles in slate gray are sleek and understated.
Castañer Pablo Espadrilles, $150 at Mr. Porter
6) Polka-prep, on chambray. Ready the Chris-Craft!
Rag & Bone Cotton-Dobby Baseball Cap, $125 at Mr. Porter
Filed under: Musings
Look at this jacket:
Today I got in a really serious fight with the counter staff at Murray’s Bagels. They were all like, what was your order again? And I was all like, how many times do I have to tell you, I asked for a whole wheat sesame-seed bagel with cream-cheese and tomato? And then this really cute guy walked in (he had eyes like a cat. Like a neon cat) and all my ill-will faded as I imagined taking him to dinner uptown.
Look at this shirt:
Do you think Hedi Slimane likes sesame bagels? Do you think he likes boys with bright green eyes and adorable tote bags?
-Elliot
