This sums up international travel flawlessly.
- cramped, wood-paneled ferry? check!
- Herald Tribune? check!
- emergency “medicine”? check! check! check!
Bright Eyes who? This, my friends, is OMAHA PRIDE.

Well holy hell. My Etsy addiction has led me to this jesus toy. (yeah new expression. or electro-folk band name. you decide.) This is the ultimate gift for the person who has everything. Or me.
The description:
VERY RARE! French swatch book from a fabric mill in France that made printed and shirting fabrics for Lanvin, Givenchy, Balmain, Molyneux, and Carven. c.60-70s.
Really, son? For only $900 you could be the proud owner of the fashion snob’s Rosetta Stone. I would bust this thing out at dinner parties as conversational training wheels.
“Did you know that the printed silk used in Balmain Resort 1972 featured pelicans?”
“Let’s play a game! Close your eyes and point to a swatch. No, really. Do it. Or leave.”
“Man. It looks like Urban Outfitters liked Lanvin #5446 too.”
Those are just some hypothetical examples from a social setting. This gem would sparkle in private too. Trust.

xoxo
— Crazy man/budding tech reporter who accosted me in line at Au Bon Pain
A colleague-once-removed wrote this today. It has me in tears.
My last semester at college, the iPod became a recurring topic of discussion in the classroom. It was 2005, and the fourth-generation model (the first with the click wheel) was rocketing up the adoption curve. A faculty member at my university was quoted in Newsweek saying it seemed like two out of three students were walking around with those white earbuds. My professors used it as an example to reinforce their lesson plans. When they asked us why it was so successful, I heard a range of different answers:
Came across this photo taken yesterday at Coachella and couldn’t help myself. I mean, honestly. A Successories-over was mandatory.
— Rolf of Viktor and Rolf on “All on the Line”
god bless america. how many more minutes until May 3?
here’s the trailer for the long ass video thing. and as they say in Uruguay “nothing silly”.
hey, i was being honest. good thing @tomtomjewelry gets me.
Sometimes you have to come to terms with the fact that a necklace you designed reminds women “to get their Yaz prescription refilled” and you need to adjust and move on. CASE IN POINT.
(quote courtesy of http://laurawerkheiser.tumblr.com)
I mean honestly, Boombox. You’re 2 humans and a Jeep Wagoneer shy of a Ralph Lauren shoot right now.
I don’t know if I’m a hot hormonal mess or if they inject a drug into the air of fashion shows, but i cry every. single. time. It’s not about the clothes. I mean, it IS - but… it’s more the atmosphere. The clothes will inspire dreams for days, but I don’t get choked up trolling Style.com. (most days..) It’s, like, the smell or something.
Consider this moment from the finale of Marc by Marc F/W ‘11 a spritz of sensory perfume.
And yes, my hands were shaking. Deal.