What We Talk About

Funniest thing ever

2009-02-22T21:38:00.002-06:00

Lady GaGa is aware she looks like a drag queen.

2009-02-16T19:22:00.006-06:00

“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

2009-02-16T19:08:00.007-06:00

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

2009-02-13T16:37:00.000-06:00

Work That Silver Magic

2009-02-04T15:18:00.004-06:00

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

2009-02-03T20:21:00.001-06:00

When We Talk About Harems

2009-01-31T09:45:00.004-06:00

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:

2009-01-30T15:40:00.004-06:00

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

2009-01-24T21:32:00.003-06:00

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.

<3 k

Things

2009-01-22T23:35:00.002-06:00

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

2009-01-22T23:04:00.000-06:00

Thanks Chino Latino!

Foucaultianism

2009-01-21T21:59:00.001-06:00

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!

2009-01-19T17:59:00.001-06:00

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

2009-01-19T15:27:00.002-06:00

I told you so.

Coming soon. . .

2009-01-19T12:27:00.002-06:00

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)

Peaches & Herb

2009-01-16T12:51:00.002-06:00

Reunited & it feels so good.

L'Orange Existentiel

2009-01-13T17:48:00.002-06:00

I'm not as pretty as Kara (she has such gorgeous eyelashes, no?) so I put up this clip of me peeling an orange. I'm very existential and very French.

Hopefully it fits my hips

2009-01-13T16:35:00.003-06:00

Here's another (endearingly, I hope) dorky blog from me, courtesy of the huuuge zit on my forehead. Thanks, premenstrual hormones!

Movin' to Salinas Valley

2009-01-13T08:19:00.007-06:00

I used to obsess with James Dean from afar (slightly ironic seeing as I had never seen a film starring him). Yesterday, I checked out East of Eden from the Rochester Public Library (aptly acronymed RPL) and watched it twice (cried both times, because I'm quite the mess during films). Hello, James Dean. Good-bye, heart.

Of course, the RPL only stocked the re-colored version of the movie. "Restored" black and white films are a little pet peeve of mine, when producers try to appeal to youthful audiences whose rods and cones somehow can't seem to stomach 110 minutes without color (something I thought was misguided until I spoke with my sisters, my connection to the pop culture world, who prefer this format).

soooo funnn

2009-01-10T20:43:00.001-06:00

I'm home sick as balls and sooo tired of perusing the lackluster Dish Network lineup for diversion, so as diversion and also because it's pretty important to understanding my life, I'm embedding the most adorably happy-day-making video clip from Jon and Kate Plus Eight of Alexis and her aldergators. In the words of Rachel Zoe, I diiiiiiiiie.

Hello World.

2009-01-10T12:22:00.001-06:00

I sound a little like someone with trisomy 21, but I'll get over it. Soon, Kara and I will be singing Elvis and Ann-Margaret duets and making soup. See you around!

Mihara Yasuhiro S/S 2008

2009-01-09T16:30:00.010-06:00

(photos lifted from men.style.com)

I am absolutely in love with Mihara Yasuhiro's S/S 2009 collection. Here are a few highlights. Some of the stuff was a little to crazy for streetwear, what with the eclectic beaded tanks and faded croc cropped pants, but I chose a few outfits that just dazzle me from head to toe (especially check out the gladiators on the rightmost, offstandish-lookin' guy).

Yasuhiro has done some other work with Puma that I'm not so ecstatic about. It not that I'm hating on Puma in any way (in fact, treading in a black suede pair as I type), but I just can't get pumped about fur-clad, studded sneakers. Avant-garde as they claim to be, they're a bit much.

THE FIRST TIME

2009-01-08T20:26:00.007-06:00

Since John is MIA in the big big world of Rochester and I've been absolutely desperate to try this baby out, I had my little brother Dylan try to step in John's Ferragamos and fill in. Fortunately he complied, though he isn't quite ready to sing Shania Twain on camera yet. Give him time. I'm not wearing makeup, either, so consider yourselves honored. Happy cherry popping baby blog!

2009-01-08T14:46:00.000-06:00

Don't leave the vodka open. It'll go bad.

This is Not a Test

2009-01-08T14:34:00.000-06:00

Welcome to the most whimsical place on the internet. This is a test run of our posting abilities. Stay tuned for our thoughts and feelings on world politics, OPI nail polish and the Len Druskin Outlet store in Edina.