spotted at the palace hotel: s & b

so... HADAS...

Which ''Gossip Girl'' Are You?

You're Blair Waldorf

It'd be an understatement to say you have lot going for you-- a beautiful home, a beautiful boyfriend, and a beautiful wardrobe that anyone else would kill for. But for you, nothing is ever quite good enough. The idea that you're second best has practically been ingrained in you since birth and that's certainly not right. But that mentality has made you a bit greedy and hungry for more, more, more. Don't try to make your life into something that it's not-- you have a lot to be happy for so put on those pearls, curl those luxurious brown locks, and show the world who you really are, not who you want to be.

Like you said, you're a Waldorf. You don't let people tell you who you are, you show them.

Hey, it's Blair. I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now, but I'm getting ready for the masked ball. See you tonight, if you recognize me, which you won't.



AND I ASKED MYSELF...

Which ''Gossip Girl'' Are You?

You're Serena van der Woodsen

You're the girl everyone wants to be-- except you, that is. Your good looks, good fashion sense, and good family name have garnered you a place in the spotlight. But that's not what you're looking to get out of life. People assume a lot about you based on your appearance and wealth, but what they don't know is that you have a big heart. Sure you've made mistakes, but you want to show everyone that there's more to you than what they see and what they read. Don't be afraid to take a stand-- you might be the only one willing to do so, but you'll be the better person for it.

But everyone knows Serena and everyone is talking.

This just in, S and B committing a crime of fashion. Who doesn't love a five finger discount, especially if one of those fingers is the middle one... Everyone knows you can't choose your family but you can choose you friends. And in a world ruled by bloodlines and bank accounts, it pays to have a pal. As much as a BFF can make you go WTF, there's no denying we'd all be a little less rich without them. And Serena and Blair? They do best things better than anyone. No, that's not a tear in my eye, it's just allergies. Without you, I'm nothing. Gossip Girl.

sweet valley o' mine

reminds me of childhood memories
where everything
was as fresh as the bright blue sky

via gawker--random house press release re: svh comeback:

cannot wait. oh and obviously, jessica is my favorite. love lila fowler as well (mieke--i just realized that you are 99.9% of my target audience for this entry).

so just how will the story and the character arcs of the wakefield twins alter from the aforementioned revisions?

down to a "perfect size 4" from a "perfect size 6"--sounds good to me.
hmm...fiat to a jeep wrangler--not sure about that one. thoughts??
and elizabeth has a blog!!!

stars. they're just like us.

new versions available april 8:

i got a fever in my pocket down to my shoes

i always go to london sole when i'm in la (store is in samo, on montana--no surprise there), but i'm told they now have a small showroom in ny, which i plan on checking out asap.

but i'm in seattle right now. and these just arrived via ups:



and from yesterday:



oh babe, i guess i'm falling in love

the king stay the king

seriously. how amazing is this?

zman of the hour

forget d*ck in a box... it's all about zman in a drawer.



trying to thwart my blogging (ugh, hate myself for using that as a verb) efforts with his good looks and charm.



and by last resort... eating the cord.

the namesake:

OH ZIMMERMAN, I LOVE YOU

life doesn't hold tryouts

"cooper, you're an amazing dancer, and you're a great choreographer, but as a boyfriend... you kinda suck." --jody sawyer

see her tumbling down

it's difficult to type right now... seeing as how my wrist is in a f-ing brace and my arm in a m-f-ing sling.



you see, yesterday was purim (the jewish holiday involving costumes--for all you gentiles out there). being the very, very nice jewish girl that i am, i had volunteered to help decorate the synagogue's social hall for the night's festivities.

just when the place was really starting to look fabulous--ugh, a word that can be added to the list of people/places/things that "sex and the city" has successfully spoiled, at least for those of us not aspiring to be carrie bradshaw--but i digress (did i mention i have a.d.d.?)...

so things were looking swell and in the home stretch when in the midst of embellishing a wall adornment i fell off a (tall) ladder, bruising my tail bone, spraining my wrist and fracturing my elbow.

i'm not trying to over-dramatize; i realize this ranks fairly low on the horrific scale as far as injuries go. but this is the first time i've ever fractured anything (besides a toe). i was a broken bone virgin, now that cherry's been popped.

i did manage to rally and make it to a portion of purim that night. i went as a purim queen (*photos coming soon*) and won second place in the costume contest (first prize went to jesus--'cause that joke never gets old).

sometimes i kind of like being bedridden.

been catching up with these folks:

and w/this wholesome crowd:

it does suck a wee bit that a lawsuit is pretty much out of the question. i mean, who would i sue--our synagogue? god? he/she/it should know better than anyone that i could really use a fat settlement right about now.

why did elliot spitzer cheat on his wife?

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... ...
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because she was a spitzer, not a swallower!

special thanks to the lovely miss lucas

groucho and me (part I)

my great-grandfather!

"groucho marx was the best comedian this country ever produced.
he is simply unique in the same way that picasso or stravinsky are."
-- woody allen

caricature by al hirschfield


3/5 of the marx bros. -- harpo, chico & grouch


you bet your life -- with announcer george fenneman


i never forget a face, but in your case i'll be glad to make an exception.
(magazine photo shoot published c. 2000)

immaculate conception

why a blog?

1. there's no denying that i am frequently m.i.a. (that's missing in action, for all you smartest guys in the room). not that i necessarily take pride in my tendency to disappear, but this is an effort to keep my wellness status and whereabouts more accurately documented.

2. but when i do go out, make my appearances and whatnot--ask anyone--i'm a pretty mf-ing good time. and i play 'house photographer' whilst entertaining the masses. this is called multitasking.

3. boredom. i'll show you mine if you show me yours.

4. jealousy/competition--i'll admit it, i get annoyed browsing other peoples' pages all day. i want one too! if you haven't noticed, it's kind of all about me. "selfishness, self-centeredness..." (that one's a little inside).

5. duh, i'm a writer. procrastination is the name of the game.

6. supply and demand. so ready, get set, go... j marx the spot

this is what i look like when on the computer (thanks photo booth).
i'm not cracked out...it's called the "creative process."