G WORD

Sooo, I know, I know, these espadrilles are too big for me. Well, that’s because they were not meant to be worn by me. They were a surprise long weekend pressie from me for my Boo, but he didn’t want to wear them because he said they made him look… Oh my gosh. I can’t even say it, I was so offended… Let’s just say it starts with a “G” and it’s not a bad word (some of my best friends are it, and for a short mojito soaked summer in 2003, I was it as well). Girlfriends of the blogosphere, I want to hear your thoughts! Does your man think these gender neutral slip ons are a testosterone depleting sham? Or perhaps he attended a university that wasn’t a Big Ten school and he’s got the style and the confidence to say “I’m an espadrille wearing man.”

ACE

The other day, Boo and I hit the high road for Palm Springs, and we had the time of our lives! We lived it large at the Ace Hotel, the week before Memorial Day, intentionally beating the long weekend crowds. It was so fun having the run of the place to ourselves, except for a couple of, can I just say it, ruuude German tourists. Now, I might not look like I spreche the Deutsches  but alls I wanna to say to those filthy frauleins is: Iche kenne dich uber mich sprachen. So, sorry if Boo and my’s collar-off-white-party felt a little verbotten, but you ought to fix those wandering eyes and p.s., your English is broken. 

JUST JD SAMSON AND ME(n)

JD Samson is all about making herself heard, be it musically (Le Tigre/MEN) or politically (her recent article in the Huffington Post shed a bright light on the harsh reality of being an extremely successful yet fiscally unstable artist). She’s a feminist, an activist and a dear, dear friend. I was lucky enough to get to lounge by her side for a bit last week when she was in town playing at the Echoplex! Here’s a snippet of our super private convo… 

1. I’m loving your moustache… What do you think about my beard?

Ever since i met you, i have aspired to grow facial hair so incredibly matched for my facial features. i’m not sure how you do it, but your sculpting is beautiful. a work of art.  

2. Stone wash or tie dye? Why?

things have changed for me in the past 6 months. i was all about tie dye last summer, but i must confess to stonewashing my levi’s not more than 2 weeks ago. perhaps its just a mood disorder. but i’m flip flopping all over the place.  

3. If you and I were stuck on a desert island and could only play one game, what would it be?

For sure follow the leader. lord knows i’d love to follow in your footsteps. 

4. If we got matching tattoos what would they be?

Probably some kind of conceptual evolutionary design that reflects on the personification of animals and the animalization of humans. 

5. This is a two part question… I’ve been called a fascist by some of my human friends whenever I demand that we stand up and rise up against the legally accepted form of ritualized, daily violent trespassing that takes place whenever a mail person has the audacity to enter upon my property and throw unwanted paper at my place of rest. Do you agree with my view of mail people or do you dare to side with those thoughtless humans who are against me? What could the chorus to my Postman (or woman) Protest song be like? 

I try to be accepting of all people. everyone needs to make money to survive. and perhaps the mail person isn’t aware of how they are intruding into your day. i hear your frustrations, but i think you should try and create peace between the oppressors. if that doesn’t work, a song would be the best ammunition for your revolution. and the song of course will be… 

“we read the news on the internet, recycle the paper don’t throw it at pets” 

6. If you lived in Laurel Canyon in the 1960’s who would you hang out with and why?

I’m sure my best friends would be the flora and the fauna for sure. maybe the birds. not the byrds. but of course the one human that would center me would be the wonderful, joni mitchell. 

7. Has anyone ever told you that you remind them of a brunette, lady Ryan Gosling? I’m not hitting on you, but just wondering, whatcha doin’ after?

No actually, they haven’t. but i’m loving the idea of rescuing you from a fight with another pup, or even from an automobile moving quickly in your direction. let’s go to the beach. 

ALEXANDER McQUEEN

I’m proud to be a bearded lady, I’m proud to be a dog, I’m proud of what I’ve got, but. .  Nothing has ever made wish I had fingers more than this Alexander McQueen Faithful Leather Glove Clutch. 

P.S. Miss ya

123, BABY, YOU AND ME - OPENING CEREMONY

Dear Opening Ceremony,

Your Folding Cotton Sunhat is keeping me cool as a cucumber, but don’t be fooled by my lack of perspiration, ‘cause honestly… I am sweating you, hard. 

Shadily,

Maddy

L.L. BEAN SIGNATURE COLLECTION

I’ve always wanted to do a little more shopping for myself. Thanks for making that dream a reality, LL Bean Signature Collection. P.S. I love you Maine. 

PHILIP LIM 31 HOUR BAG!

I am so en amour with this delicious Philip Lim 31 Hour bag! I’ve never before met a holdall that can carry me from my day at work to cocktails with the girls all the way to a sexy sleepover with my Boo. Its healthy size elevates it from accent piece to equal element (outifit-ly speaking), which has me thrilled, as I have always been a champion of Clothing to Accessories Equality. Hello, My Name Is 31 Hour Bag, but purses and pants call me “Susan B. Anthony.”

COACHELLA

Pardon me for looking so hot, but I’m on my way to Coachella, and I hear it’s seriously sizzling out there and wouldn’t it be wicked of me to go with fashion that went against Nature? With the help of this amazing Hermes necklace inspired by the Tuareg tribe , I’m unleashing my inner Indian while I drive out to Indio. These Prada sunglasses will keep me looking pretty while I pow wow with Tupac’s hologram and my favorite rapper of all time: Snoop Dogg (quel surprise)! Holla at your girl, Snoop! My style has always been most definitely doggy!

GUCCI

I bought this big, gold, Gucci necklace. It’s so heavy that I can’t even lift my head up.

DUM DUM GIRLS - MALIA JAMES

Whenever I go to rock shows, my first favorite thing to do is crowd surf. My second favorite thing to do is say “I’m with the band.” I’m sure you can only imagine how thrilled I was when one of my dearest friends in the world, Malia James, was brought on as the newest member of America’s hottest rock band the Dum Dum Girls! Here’s a fun Q&A sesh we had over the phone the other day, enjoy!

Malia! What came first, The Dum Dum Girls or the color Black?

The Dum Dum Girls were born from the color black. 

Could you tell me what’s in your handbag this very second? 

We’re on tour in europe at the moment, so it’s slightly different from normal: change purse, phone, chapstick, floss, Contax T3, Canon 5D, and a water bottle. (I realize keeping a water bottle in the same bag with my cameras is a bold move, but I like to live on the edge)

Who do you give sweet kisses to in your dreams?

I am a girl of many crushes. 

Can you write me a quick haiku?

I dream of my bed

drunk on espresso coffee

are my dreams awake?

If you were Ryan Gosling, what would you say to me?

May I bury my face in your snow white fur that smells of strawberry fields?

If you could eat anything in high waisted pants, what would it be?

Really long foods- spaghetti, celery, pixie sticks, etc. 

Show the blogosphere that the Dum Dum Girls are Smart Smart by sharing your favorite esoteric fun fact?

I am a woman more intrigued by the mysteries and puzzles of life than the facts, but I did recently learn that tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur. Also, women’s hearts beat faster than mens. 

I miss you so much

I MISS YOU MORE. 

ALSO CHECK OUT MALIAS NEW VIDEO SHE DIRECTED FOR THE DUM DUM GIRLS HERE.

HONESTY CIRCLE

Ok let’s round up into an Honesty Circle, ladies… Honestly, what do you think of this hat? This past Valentines Day, my Boo took me on a “Pretty Woman” theme date (I wore a red gown, Boo loaned me a fancy necklace, we skitted off to the Opera). We saw Rosini’s “Il Turco en Italia” (The Turk In Italy) at the LA Opera and at the end of the performance, the Turk threw his hat to me! I think the hat is just divine, but I can’t seem to find any occasion it would be appropriate for. I’m thinking something like picnic in Griffith Park with a fun assortment of flavored hummus and an eggplant salad? Or maybe it would be fun to wear while lounging by the pool at the Roosevelt Hotel this summer? Is that way too wild of me? I need your opinions! Am I totally sane or completely crazy??

BATALI! VERSACE! ITALIA!

Yesterday was soo sunny and gorgeous out, my Boo and I decided to ditch work and play hooky. I said arrivederci to my cooped up office and buona sera to an insalate with rucola, funghi and piave cheese at Mario Batali’s fabulous Pizzeria Mozza! I’m still not so sure what rucola is, but it was faaaaabulous. The bellisima food, this primo Hermes scarf and these “I hope nobody recognizes me” Versace sunglasses had me fixing to fill up on botox, color myself copper and make love to my inner Donatella. Hey Batali, text me next time the day’s special is Boy Toys. My inner Italiana is ready!

MAISON BOINET

These refined Maison Boinet Multipassant belts are so evenly matched, I had no choice but to go with all three. The great Coco Chanel once said “In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.” So true… This eye catching trio is my fashionable way of saying “FYI no one could ever replace me.”

MAISON MICHEL

To the gentleman who remarked “nice headband” to me as I brisk walked through Griffith Park this morning…Three quick things. First off: it’s not a headband, it’s a veil. No oridnary veil at that. A Maison Michel lace veil which has graced the covers of Vogue and the visage of a Fame Monster you may know as Lady Gaga? Secondly: who designed your tube socks and elastic waist pants?  And finally: Excusez moi, but this is my walking space, that is yours. 

RODARTE

If Laura and Kate Mulleavy can make living with your parents as an adult look cool, then obviously this Tom Petty hat they designed for their infamously hip label Rodarte, was a cake walk in the park. If only solving the national debt crisis came to them so easily.