Monday, November 06, 2006
Jae toured Asia (the land of kyewt) and brought the crew a slew of prezzies.
There were LV monogram footie socks, Totoro cell phone charms, paper goodies and the most begging-to-be-blogged Japanese treats ever.....these matchbooks with animals and tiny faces painted onto the tips of the heads. Wheeeeeeee!
Killing me softly.
Friday, September 22, 2006
I posted a while back about an explosion of baby pandas born in China, thanks to a tip from Joy (scroll down for the kyewtest picture of a lil' one, fresh out of the womb).
Here, from my Aunty Joanne and cousin Julie, are recent pictures of 16 babies in Sichuan.
Here's an excerpt from an article:
The Sichuan Wolong Panda Protection and Breed Center is dealing with the results of a breeding boom -- 16 pandas have been born since July. The brood includes five sets of twins. The cubs are weighed and measured every five days by a special panda nurse.The heaviest tips the scale at just over 24 pounds, while the lightest weighs about 11 pounds. The pandas are due to stop being suckled by their mothers in February, 2006 just about the time they'll start learning to walk. Once weaned, the panda cubs will attend panda kindergarten. In the meantime, more little ones are expected at the center, since 38 giant pandas were artificially impregnated.
Special panda nurse and panda kindergarten. Gorgeous.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
See a snippet of the BBC concert here. HOT.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Last week in LA we stumbled upon this.
Sung took me and Claw for some Indonesian food and a trolley ride at the Farmer's Market and the Grove (a concept-y outdoor mall...you know I love a mall). After Claw pawed the most crazy rhinestone jean jacket in some contempo boutique and I bought panties, we wandered through the food stalls under low tents and there...
Rolls and rolls, rolls of stickers.
See Claw and Sung mocking my enthusiasm and loving it! Stickers4evaaaaaaa.
Friday, August 18, 2006
A conversation on IM with sister.....
LizaShermanLI (2:10:34 PM): Narwhals...the unicorn whale.
LizaShermanLI (2:10:35 PM): yeah
LizaShermanLI (2:11:31 PM): it looks like a tusk...but it is actually a tooflikins!
Downtownmiss (2:11:38 PM): whoa!
LizaShermanLI (2:11:45 PM): Yessssssssssssssss
LizaShermanLI (2:12:20 PM): do you remember in the movie Elf the narwhal is like "good luck finding you dad buddy" and will farrell is like "thanks Mr. Narwhal"
LizaShermanLI (2:12:23 PM): BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA
LizaShermanLI (2:12:33 PM): yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss
LizaShermanLI (2:12:54 PM): it is like a manatee with a unicorn spike. rockin!
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Totally getting these for le nano.
In terms of French graf girls who paint girls, Miss Van's better than Fafi, even though Fafi's been getting more play lately (all down with Colette and up in Urban Outfitters). I think I like Miss Van's girls better because they're plus curvy, plus sexy and there's a dark edginess to them that the Fafi babes lack. Like, they tongue kiss rabbits and wear bondage masks. Eew. But kyewt.
I bought an issue of Cat Fancy magazine the other day. I know, I know, it seems I am turning into one of those creepy women who eats ice cream on the couch every night in her gross apartment amidst a gaggle of stinky kitties and yes, I am getting fatter and I love my Lloyd but I'm not going "crazy cat woman" anytime soon, or so I hope not. I bought it to cheer up my honey, because he's one of those "crazy cat women" but only on the inside. He is, as he says, "one with the cats." So he was in a funk and I was sick with a strange flu-like cold and I hobbled to CVS and there was Cat Fancy so I bought it. Defensive, yes. But like, Cat Fancy is a publication for crazies.
Crazy me read it cover to cover and I learned of some alarming new trends in cat breeding. See above and this site. Oh Jesus. It's sick and mesmerizing.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Speaking of endangered animals....it's a baby bonanza for pandas in captivity over in the homeland right now. Rare and precious, there are only about 1,500 pandas, period. Half the number of manatees. They love eating and sleeping. Me too.
This little bear is mega kyewt, even covered in placenta with his cord a danglin'. Look at its little paw.
I hope Tappie can get outta dodge before it gets cold.
There are only a little over 3,000 manatees around, period. They are endangered and "authorities" are telling people to stay away from Tappie should she/he be spotted.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
There's really nothing to say. The pictures do all the talkin'.
I dig itty bitty baby cars. As Richard determined in Spain, "Smart Cars are the new Scion." That's sort of an inside marketing joke, but I do have to say those puppies are smart. And they hit the kyewt jackpot with this pink two seater jammie. Love. Cheap too. When I move to Barcelona, I'm getting this.
In the US, we don't have so many baby cars, since that basically goes against all of our greedy fat fundamental beliefs, but I am desperado for the MiniCooper. Black convertible with gold glitter flame detail in the front. Watch out, I'm gonna get it soon. Perfect for speeeeeeeeding! I heart speeding.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
Anyway....they debuted baby sneaks. Awwwwwwwwww KYEWT!
The sea was amazing, the food stupendous, the sunsets endless, the sangria rose-scented.
Check me out here in Cadaques....even Dali's pointing cuz my dress is so kyewt!
From S'Agaro, after working on my bangin' tan, it was down to Barcelona for the Bread and Butter tradeshow. City noise was kind of a bummer, but look what was right outside the window of our hotel.....
Casa Mila, the best Gaudi ever. Muy bueno! Sepia tone, just cuz. It was lovely, lovely, lovely to look at. Goooooo Art History!
Next up was a little World Cup action with... new friend Steven Vogel. A super kyewtie for sure, he hooked us up with all the necessities for a great show.
Dinner with G-Star was a blast....namely for the tiny shells and fishies they stuffed us with:
Yum and yum.
I'm ready to go back now.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Well, KG took a hint and now makes single-use, teeny baby tubes of the all purpose goodstuff. Makes perfect sense and racks up major kyewt points. Ding ding ding ding....we have a winner.
Nobuyoshi Kurita, sociology professor at Musashi University in Tokyo, says cute is a "magic term" that encompasses everything that's acceptable and desirable — this nation's answer to the West.
Kurita thinks it's important to watch Japan's youngsters, who see the bustling streets of downtown Tokyo — where the cute aesthetic is born — as the center of their universe.
"Where cute goes determines the future of Japan," he said, adding that Japan's cute offerings may one day command the respect of luxury goods from Europe. "If it succeeds, Japan's future will be bright. If it doesn't, then Japan may disappear."
I don't know, people. "Japan may disappear" seems a tad dramatic, no? And honey, CUTE is going places.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Homes is great for many reasons -- she's a ballsy writer, a Sagittarius, the writer of The L Word's best episodes, a Seven Sister alumna and a fan of Rothko.
I read the book last week and it didn't save my life, but I enjoyed it. If I don't end up skimming at this juncture in my reading career, I'm impressed. Also, I couldn't stop looking at her knockout photo on the book jacket. She's so pretty.
Friday, May 26, 2006
I don't know where I've been, but I just discovered these tiny turtles called Walkie Bits. They're all the rage in Japan, where they are made by Takara (the toy manufacturer who also makes Blythe). I'm not usually overly gaga for robotic or responsive toys because they can be hard to figure out and have a tendancy to make unstoppable, annoying sounds but these guys are kyewt! They sing, they wiggle their butts, they walk and run in programmed code and they're itty bitty. I'm totally hitting ebay.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Another Jamaica post.
I eat cashews all the time. But I will confess, that until my trip to Jah Jah, I was ignorant about how they grew. Cashews grow inside little fruits that look like peppers. If you roast the small pepper thing, inside you'll find a charred, heart-shaped black outer shell, which when broken, reveals the meat of the nut. So this guy above, at the Freddie McGregor concert at Bourbon Beach on Negril's famous 7 Mile Beach (so fun!) gave me twelve painstakingly produced cashew nuts for a buck. He very tenderly chipped the shells away and scraped off the roasted skin.
I ate them the next morning, lying in bed looking at the sea. Yum!
I'm back from Jamaica!
What a doooooope country. The people, the food, the Carribean, the foliage, the fishies, the mushroom tea, the music and the herb -- UH-MAY-ZING.
Check out this kyewt kitty (oh and er, the view) that came to say meow to us in our villa. Bahr gave him Doritos.
Totally going back in October.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
The Sugarbunnies however, are definitely on point. The name is great. All you need really.
Here's their bio from the Sanrio site:
"Shirousa and Kurousa are master confectioners with a magical touch. Their sweet shop is the most popular in Bunnyland because, no matter who you are, once you bite into a Shirousa-Kurousa creation, you are filled with happiness. At night, they use a secret portal in the back of their oven to visit our world and spread happiness here, too! While the rest of us are sleeping, they are busy visiting neighborhood sweet shops, where they make sweets until the sun comes up. So if you find yourself smiling after eating a candy or pastry, it may well have been made by the sugarbunnies!"
And there's already a fan site.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Kyewt isn't necessarily happy. Sometimes kyewt can be tender, heartfelt, even sad. Kyewt is simply a pulling, strumming at the heartstrings that can come in many forms.
Take for instance, this photo that I snapped at the Unity Walk in Central Park to raise money and awareness for the fight against Parkinson's Disease. This little boy and his touching sign (it says "I miss my dad's mom") is kyewt to the max. My daddy has that pesky Parkinson's.....it's sad, sure, but we keep on keepin' on. So last weekend, with the sun shining, we took to the park with dad's exercise group, the Westchester Hokey Pokeys and had a ball. Janet Reno was there, Michael J. Fox and Laila Ali (for her dad) too.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
This dog looks like my favorite writer Joyce Carol Oates.
I am currently reading a collection of her short stories called "I Am No One You Know" . I love JCO in these small doses -- little tight giblets of prose that add up to a whopper of a meal, or across longer works where she really lets loose with abstract fragments and all that good stuff.
I read her all the time, and lucky for me she's the most prolific American writer out there. I think if she was a man and put out less work, she'd be even more famous than she is. Which is basically SUPER wack, but the way things work.
JCO is a professor at Princeton and I wish I had gone there so I could have studied with her. I wanted to interview her for something but then the thought of being face to face with her made me so nervous I never pursued it.
Her recurring themes are right up my alley and I love how she can take you right smack into the middle of a character's insane headtrip with one carefully crafted line....
Totally heart you Ms. Oates.
He's four years old and a healthy 176 pounds. He'll be under surveilllance of course, but aren't we all.
Pandas are so dope. They're really beautiful and really picky about who they have sex with, which makes them really rare. Only 1,600 out there in the wild. Wild.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
This is CLAWCAKES' baby, Peepers Marie Saint. I thought it was Peeps Saint Marie. She also goes by Little Jimmy. Either way, she's a wild and crazy beyatch just like her mamma.
Peep Peeps' jiggy Chewy Vuitton plush.....mmm mmm good! Ladies love logos! Buy it here.
Hot damn you're a foxy lady, Jimmy!
Monday, April 17, 2006
I've always been into doing my nails. Sister can attest to my late night polish sessions as early as 6th grade. It's always been a regular part of my lady maintenance and I always say, nail tech is totally my fall back career. I'm good.
Over the years, I've amassed a sick collection of more than 200 bottles of nail polish and a shoebox crammed with nail art supplies. I've got decals, rhinestones, Japanese glitter gels, even a tiny drill for piercing and sweet golden charms. Call me crazy, or pure nerd, I'm obsessed.
Back in my secretarial days, I went tip crazy and spent hours in a salon near Hachette until Mara was like "lose the tips, they look like chiclets and they freak me out." Point taken. I was au natural until a recent trip to Miami and all the baby hipster girls running ghetto fabulous-lite around town got me inspired. So I find myself sitting for hours and hours once again, this time with the super rad Nancy in a tiny salon on 85th and Amsterdam. The Upper West isn't exactly a nail decoration kind of 'hood, but Nancy's down to try anything I like and all the work gives her an excuse to stay late and watch her Chinese soaps. Tonight, even though she prefaced it with a sniff and "not so beautiful! for Valentine's Day, why now?" she laboriously applied the tiny foil hearts that I brought in. I haven't used them since copping them at Shibuya 109. If you don't know what that is....school yourself on the ganguro goodness and drop by next time you're in Jp.
And yes, that's me in the pigtails above (with sister and cousins Amy and Julie). The original nail gangstress. Act like you know.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
I took this test and I am not simply a geek, dork or nerd. My results read PURE NERD.
Jeeeesus. I mean, I know I know, but....PURE nerd?
No one on the page came close to my nerd quotient, everyone's all 59%, 46%. The guys who have pictures of themselves shirtless with their muscles out came in at like 23% nerd. Is it any wonder I can't even talk to dudes like that?
Yours truly came in at a whopping 83% nerd. Only thing is....I'm only 22% dork. I think that means that I am an attractive and sociable lifetime learner. Yeah baby....I heart books.
Outside the after party downtown, I felt like a herb asking Ben G. to take this flick with me, but too bad - I wanted it. Some guy he was talking to offered to take it and then totally rolled his eyes at me, but Ben snuggled in and said "so nice to meet you!" You gotta love the sweet and sensitive, 'specially when they've got awkward-sexy stage moves. Mmmmmmhmmmmm.
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Sunday, April 09, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
Look what I got at Pat Field's new store on the Bowery. I also interviewed Ms. Field for the "Icons" issue of Swindle magazine yesterday. She's an incredible dynamo and I really came away from the interview with some precious nuggets of inspiration. Pat explained that being unhappy is foolish and wasteful and even I, with my melancholic tendencies, have to agree. In her words, "life is a party and you should enjoy it because it ends." Very true indeed, wise lady.
Frankly, these throwback, slightly slutty, '70s glam-o-rama steppers are just right for an everyday celebration. These are, have been and will always be awesome. Feathered bangs optional.