(A) seen this already,
(B) seen something similar to this in the recent past,
(C) are annoyed at how overly cloying The Big O can be at times, or
(D) don’t think much of the BEP.
Well, I’m posting the video anyway because L’Oprah and the BEP are my guilty pleasures. DON’T JUDGE!!!
Both happen to be my ‘gym buddies’ (YES, I do get my ass to the gym – SOMETIMES.) If you must know, the former, I watch while on the elliptical. The latter, I listen to when O’s show is done.
You’ve got to admit, BEP songs make for good workout music (e.g., Boom Boom Pow – whatever gets me to MOVE, okay?) Plus, I find flash mobs/guerilla gimmicks like this quite trippy.
So this one gets a brav-O.
It also almost warranted a standing-O, but Ali Wentworth played a big part in it and she REALLY gets on my nerves. So scratch that.
I have two left feet and I cannot dance to save my life.
BUT, I love jazz shoes AND industrial zippers. So now I want these.
This video by Japanese group, Sour is anything but.
Shot entirely via webcam/s, the band tapped their international fanbase to take part of this awesomely executed, well-synchronized production.
My husband, Toni and I attended our first EVER Jewish wedding last Saturday. Mazel tov!
I know, right? It IS kinda weird that in our 9 years of living in NY, we’ve only been to ONE so far. New York being the Land of the (insanely rich) Jews (and I mean that in the best possible way), you’d think that we’d have attended at least 9 already! But no, I mean, yeah, we were Jewish wedding, um, virgins. But not anymore! LOL.
Anyway, let me tell you, those Jews definitely know how to paaaar-tay! In between courses, they would all dance up a storm. They’d shake their boo-tays (and presumably, what their momma gave them) to anything from Hava Nagila to the late great, Michael Jackson’s Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough.
Toni and I, however, were nailed to our seats. The dance floor was so full of yentas on hyperactive (stress on the “hyper”) drive and men sans yarmulkes (but avec white man’s overbite – LOL), we were left to groove in our seats.
That was all fine by me. I was happy to be relegated to the chair. I’m not much of a dancer anyway and I HAD HEELS ON. The words “black tie” on the invite did not permit me to rebel and schlep around in my usual kicks – FLATS.
Like my friends, Tin and Grace, I’m too old for them sky-highs. I am big on flats. BIG. But since the occasion called for my heels to make an appearance, wear them I did. Thank GOD I didn’t rock the night away. Had I done that, I would’ve been growing a bunion (or two) by now. Oy vey!
I felt for those women though. You could tell that after the band’s 5th set (and gamillionth Michael Jackson song), the pain was starting to kick in. Maybe these would’ve come in handy:
Ballet flat vending machines. Pretty nifty, eh?
I’m not big on pink.
Okay, okay…on occasion, I’ll admit, I do like it – as long as it’s the right shade (e.g., close to nude).
So when I stumbled upon this Comme des Garçons SHIRT item on the Colette eShop, the leather bag, well, tickled me…erm, PINK!
Had I not parted with my precious few greenbacks at Comme des Garçons BLACK the other day to get me one of these:
you can betcha bottom dollar Pinky up there would have been making its way to me by now.
Snag it online, or if you’re in the area, swing by good ol’ Colette at Rue Saint-Honoré. For €180 (VAT included, €150.50 VAT excluded), this baby can be yours.
Limited edition of 30 copies. Available in python and crocodile.
Three words: packaging design GENIUS.
Above, limited edition Kleenex tissue boxes for Target stores by LA-based freelance illustrator Hiroko Sanders.
Below, fruit juice packaging by industrial designer Naoto Fukusawa .
I’m such a sucker for awesome packaging, I would buy these and not even drink them (nor use the tissue either). Okay, I exaggerate. But don’t you agree that they’re just way too pretty to consume/use and discard immediately after?
Gotta love them Japanese. Kawaii!
As the name of this blog suggests, every item they feature on the site is just too darn cute for words.
Take this for example. Anyone need a hand?
I’m kinda on the fence with this one:
The pandas are adorable but admit it, it’s kinda freaky to sit on this.
Oh, how about some crayon rings?
Or some mustache key rings?
If one can gain weight from viewing eye candy like this, consider me virtually obese.