Funniest thing ever

Lady GaGa is aware she looks like a drag queen.

“I look at photos of myself, and I look like such a tranny! It’s amazing! I look like Grace Jones, androgynous, robo, future fashion queen. It’s not what is sexy. It’s graphic, and it’s art.”

Sorry, Lady G, but just because your music is prominent mostly in the homo community does not mean you can suddenly just become one of us. There are classes you need to take and social constructivist theories you apparently need to subscribe to. (The adam's apple is coming alone quite nicely, though).

In other news, she has a lookbook. Amy and I decided it might actually be her because the photos don't seem to have any specific focus (for something like an editorial) and are not really anything that special.

Flawless

Here is everything I could find from Olympic gold winner Nastia Liukin's pending campaign for Max Azria. The form and colors are absolutely flawless, no? It doesn't hurt that she's already got the long blonde hair and impossibly thin limbs of a professional model.

We Got Busy

Work That Silver Magic

In joining with the many pretentious kids of Lookbook, I decided to post this outfit. I just got the jacket today from Saks Off Fifth and I am totally and completely in love with it. Michael and I are going to bounce around town in maybe a half an hour. Updates later!

Criss Angel

When We Talk About Harems

So, I know. Lookbook is mostly just junk from Urban Outfitters taken directly from the mannequins, but I frequent it to remind myself of things I need, like a coat with a giant feather or those grey acid wash jeans that Kara hates. I clipped my favorite few of the last couple of weeks and posted them here for you.

Note to Self:

When it's cold out, try not to wear fake leather because it freezes absolutely stiff. I look like a robot getting onto the 3A headed home.

This evening's agenda:

Most likely, we'll don some not-so-PETA-friendly fur (Kara) and leather-daddy motorcycle gloves (John) and hit the Turf Club in St. Paul to see Ice Palace perform. Kara will get a Bud Light and I'll get a Tom Collins and Kara will get a whiskey seven and I'll get a tequila sunrise and we'll both get long islands. Lather, rinse, repeat as needed.


http://www.myspace.com/icepalaceband

Sushi Bar

Pre-barhopping this Saturday night, Kara posting as John since I never log him out. I just wanted to share a story about the jacket I'm wearing in the video, which might not be totally visible behind my mass of hair.

See, I have a class on Lyndale Ave. on Thursdays at the Jungle Theatre, and it happens to be right across the street from one of my favorite MPLS thrift/vintage stores, Tatters. So of course I go in, having given myself plenty of time to map out the bus schedule and that ilk, and what do I find but this jacket, the jacket of my dreams. Seriously, I've been looking for this jacket for three months or so, and in no way is that exaggeration.

I think it's from the 1940s or 1950s; it's black crepe silk, with a gold detailing on the lapels in a design reminiscent of what I like to call Sgt. Pepper jackets. Perfection, and it fit. Flawless. It was $45, but I figured that's a small price to pay for the jacket of my dreams and lust.

The owner of Tatters told me he's kept the jacket at his house for about ten years after buying it, simply because he didn't want to let it go. He called it his Cinderella jacket, because it was so magical, and told me he was so happy it was going home with me, since I clearly loved it to the point of obsession. I'm going to pair it with teeny miniskirts and gold chains come spring (and a tan), and with lots of black for the rest of this winter.

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Things

Things we're endorsing:

Raspberry Beret and Kama Sutra Mama from Chino Latino
Wearing cardigans every day
Wayne Newton and Gilbert O'Sullivan
"She's So Cold" - Golden Republic

Whoops

Thanks Chino Latino!

Foucaultianism

How do we feel about Foucault? Not positively. John is taking a CSCL course here at the University of Minnesota, and so of course, Foucault comes up. And me, well, I'm just drinking red, red wine.

Look! Another post!

We're smokin' today. This is Kara, posting as John. In this episode we make quesadillas and talk to my baby brother, the oh-so-popular DYLAN.

Star Wars Episode II

I told you so.

Coming soon. . .

We know we've been slacking on the posting, but we PROMISE you, if we don't get bored and start painting the wall of the living room (which we might do), there will be a video tonight!

Reasons Our Lives are Chaotic

-Impromptu trips to Sonic with Cathouse (John got some M&M thing, I got a chocolate banana malt which was a little too sandy?)

-Jack's car

-Barhopping in Dinkytown, which resulted in one party member being kicked out of the Library bar and another puking her guts out in our bathroom

-Baby brother Dylan moving to MPLS, Mama and Papa Nesvig holin' up at the Cathouse

-Editing sessions at the Daily

-Me working at the Star Tribune, John job-hunting frantically

-Adopting a futon

-John crashing on the couch at our frenemies' apartment

-Hookah & 40s night with Amy and Brett (Video available on Amy's blog, Flash Revolutions)

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