it is better to light a monastery than to curse the darkness
St. Rita of Cascia.
St. Rita's Shrine.
More St. Rita information.
Yeah, I don't know why either, I've just gone on this Marian kick, and it's including some of the female saints. Maybe it just gives me something to do. I'm going to make a few wallpapers, some bases, and a few actual icons for emilly_icons. We'll see how it goes.
Also? This house is proving bad to cats. Last year, fall into winter, we had the worst problem with the door opening by itself, because the wood of the front door would alternately shrink and expand, with the cold. This year, we haven't been too concerned over it, because it's been warmish, but apparently, some shrinkage occurred while we were out at Bridgeport Village.
I know we closed the door behind us, when we left, because when Cat opened the door, Satin the incredibly stupid darted out, and I know we shut the door, herded him back towards the front door, and then made sure it shut. I know we did this, because we were so startled--and then frustrated--that both of us tried the door, pulling it twice, just to make sure. Then our bus arrived, and off we went.
So. Door springs open towards early evening. La Roommate's not downstairs, Mike's lost in EverMeth crack-addictness. The cousin's not home yet. And Xandra, Midnight and Sable get outside.
Guess who came back? Yeah. Xandra. We don't know where the other two went, we don't know if they're coming back, we haven't seen them in two days.
Here's the only up side to this situation (beyond the fact that we're going to start locking the door this winter): the cousin told Cat that they were okay with this, because this coming week, she'd made appointments to bring in Midnight and Sable to be euthanized. At fifteen and fourteen respectively, skinny little rat-tailed rails of limp and arthritis, La Roommate had decided they were too old, sick and infirm to continue. So she had actually given permission for them to be put to sleep.
So...they're gone, but La R doesn't have to have actually killing them on her conscience. I guess it's something.
I loves me some prime fugliness. That having been said, I haven't been checking Go Fug Yourself for a few days. Here are some of the best of last week's fugly-on-parade:
A giant rack of suck.
I am standing next to her ALL NIGHT.
You've taken the shredded look just far enough to make it clear precisely how Brazilian your wax job is.. Whoa. [And now corrected.]
If you have to write it on your ass, it might not be true.
And some from the vaults:
Eaten by her sleeves.
OMG! Stefani actually wears her own clothes! Okay. We have to find her, and knock her down, and sit on her until she realizes what a horrible idea wearing the outfits she designed is. Who's with me?
I'm still taking donations-for-comments here.
Fashions.
Look, it's Fuschia Girl! Fighting drab and colorless spaces since Spring 2005! She leaps into action whenever bland and boring fashion is seen, and makes it FUGLY BEAUTIFUL!
Spring 2006 Ready-to-Wear; Basso & Brooke - Runway. Model: Alek Wek. Photo: Marcio Madeira
Whoa--Tara Subkoff has more issues than I thought:
NEW YORK, September 9, 2005 -- Tara Subkoff is famous for being a theatrical provocateur, and she definitely delivered the goods this season with the launch of the IOC denim line. Subkoff cast herself as Gidget (replete with blond bangs, wide-leg jeans, and striped tee) and Scarlett Johansson as a Misfits-era Marilyn Monroe (high-waist dark denim and bright red lipstick) to kick off this typically frenzied but stunning show.
At the Surrogate's Court in lower Manhattan, the first grouping of models, bewigged and handcuffed (and sentenced to some slightly overwrought choreography), descended two majestic staircases in pairs, to the strains of Nancy Sinatra's "Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)." The dark denim pieces--jeans, shorts, and dresses both formfitting and free-flowing--all had the word "imitation" embroidered over three crosses on the back pocket.
Things lightened up, literally, as the show progressed and "Let the Sunshine In" from Hair replaced wolf cries on the soundtrack. The denim was as bleached as a California blonde, and styled like one, too. Mixed in with the Western looks were eyelet and gingham minidresses with a pixie quality befitting Mary Quant, some worn with modish white boots Subkoff designed for Easy Spirit. (There were also one-of-a-kind hand-painted pieces by Rita Ackermann and Ben Cho, among others, which will be sold to benefit Habitat for Humanity.) This being an IOC show, the amused front row, an art-world who's who that included Cecily Brown, Rachel Feinstein, and Mother Inc., had plenty to gawk at. One model in a trenchcoat flashed a denim penis, followed by dancers en pointe wearing hand-painted dresses Subkoff showed during the Paris couture.
Laird Borrelli wrote that, and I'm about to show you what he meant.
Btw, Hank? That fetching blonde you were thinking about?
Apparently it's a wig.
Spring 2006 Ready-to-Wear; Imitation of Christ - Runway. Model: Flavia. Photo: Marcio Madeira.
And on Nicole Trunfio...
Spring 2006 Ready-to-Wear; Imitation of Christ - Runway. Model: Nicole Trunfio. Photo: Marcio Madeira.
...and Sonja Wanda. It looks strangest on Sonja Wanda.
And yes, all three of these models? In handcuffs.
Spring 2006 Ready-to-Wear; Imitation of Christ - Runway. Model: Sonja Wanda. Photo: Marcio Madeira.
This is Alexandra in droopy pants. You'd think if designers knew the general size of the models, they'd cut to fit those models. These would fit normal-size girls, easy...plus, they're longer than her legs, and are trailing on the floor. So...either Subkoff did this deliberately (in which case, why, because it doesn't look good), or she did it accidentally and let the model walk out anyway (in which case, why, because she so could've taken a quick stitch or pinned it up here and there).
Weird. The suspenders do not help.
Spring 2006 Ready-to-Wear; Imitation of Christ - Runway. Model: Alexandra. Photo: Marcio Madeira
Skipper got lost. She was in the box, she was out of the box, she was in the toy chest, she was out of the toy chest...and then there was the tea party and the funny cigarettes and there was something in the brownies...and she woke up at the Surrogate's Court. No wonder she looks so confused.
(What? That is so a Skipper outfit. You guys only remember Barbie and Ken? Sheesh...)
Spring 2006 Ready-to-Wear; Imitation of Christ - Runway. Model: Elyse Taylor. Photo: Marcio Madeira
St. Rita's Shrine.
More St. Rita information.
Yeah, I don't know why either, I've just gone on this Marian kick, and it's including some of the female saints. Maybe it just gives me something to do. I'm going to make a few wallpapers, some bases, and a few actual icons for emilly_icons. We'll see how it goes.
Also? This house is proving bad to cats. Last year, fall into winter, we had the worst problem with the door opening by itself, because the wood of the front door would alternately shrink and expand, with the cold. This year, we haven't been too concerned over it, because it's been warmish, but apparently, some shrinkage occurred while we were out at Bridgeport Village.
I know we closed the door behind us, when we left, because when Cat opened the door, Satin the incredibly stupid darted out, and I know we shut the door, herded him back towards the front door, and then made sure it shut. I know we did this, because we were so startled--and then frustrated--that both of us tried the door, pulling it twice, just to make sure. Then our bus arrived, and off we went.
So. Door springs open towards early evening. La Roommate's not downstairs, Mike's lost in EverMeth crack-addictness. The cousin's not home yet. And Xandra, Midnight and Sable get outside.
Guess who came back? Yeah. Xandra. We don't know where the other two went, we don't know if they're coming back, we haven't seen them in two days.
Here's the only up side to this situation (beyond the fact that we're going to start locking the door this winter): the cousin told Cat that they were okay with this, because this coming week, she'd made appointments to bring in Midnight and Sable to be euthanized. At fifteen and fourteen respectively, skinny little rat-tailed rails of limp and arthritis, La Roommate had decided they were too old, sick and infirm to continue. So she had actually given permission for them to be put to sleep.
So...they're gone, but La R doesn't have to have actually killing them on her conscience. I guess it's something.
I loves me some prime fugliness. That having been said, I haven't been checking Go Fug Yourself for a few days. Here are some of the best of last week's fugly-on-parade:
A giant rack of suck.
I am standing next to her ALL NIGHT.
You've taken the shredded look just far enough to make it clear precisely how Brazilian your wax job is.. Whoa. [And now corrected.]
If you have to write it on your ass, it might not be true.
And some from the vaults:
Eaten by her sleeves.
OMG! Stefani actually wears her own clothes! Okay. We have to find her, and knock her down, and sit on her until she realizes what a horrible idea wearing the outfits she designed is. Who's with me?
I'm still taking donations-for-comments here.
Fashions.
Look, it's Fuschia Girl! Fighting drab and colorless spaces since Spring 2005! She leaps into action whenever bland and boring fashion is seen, and makes it FUGLY BEAUTIFUL!
Spring 2006 Ready-to-Wear; Basso & Brooke - Runway. Model: Alek Wek. Photo: Marcio Madeira
Whoa--Tara Subkoff has more issues than I thought:
NEW YORK, September 9, 2005 -- Tara Subkoff is famous for being a theatrical provocateur, and she definitely delivered the goods this season with the launch of the IOC denim line. Subkoff cast herself as Gidget (replete with blond bangs, wide-leg jeans, and striped tee) and Scarlett Johansson as a Misfits-era Marilyn Monroe (high-waist dark denim and bright red lipstick) to kick off this typically frenzied but stunning show.
At the Surrogate's Court in lower Manhattan, the first grouping of models, bewigged and handcuffed (and sentenced to some slightly overwrought choreography), descended two majestic staircases in pairs, to the strains of Nancy Sinatra's "Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)." The dark denim pieces--jeans, shorts, and dresses both formfitting and free-flowing--all had the word "imitation" embroidered over three crosses on the back pocket.
Things lightened up, literally, as the show progressed and "Let the Sunshine In" from Hair replaced wolf cries on the soundtrack. The denim was as bleached as a California blonde, and styled like one, too. Mixed in with the Western looks were eyelet and gingham minidresses with a pixie quality befitting Mary Quant, some worn with modish white boots Subkoff designed for Easy Spirit. (There were also one-of-a-kind hand-painted pieces by Rita Ackermann and Ben Cho, among others, which will be sold to benefit Habitat for Humanity.) This being an IOC show, the amused front row, an art-world who's who that included Cecily Brown, Rachel Feinstein, and Mother Inc., had plenty to gawk at. One model in a trenchcoat flashed a denim penis, followed by dancers en pointe wearing hand-painted dresses Subkoff showed during the Paris couture.
Laird Borrelli wrote that, and I'm about to show you what he meant.
Btw, Hank? That fetching blonde you were thinking about?
Apparently it's a wig.
Spring 2006 Ready-to-Wear; Imitation of Christ - Runway. Model: Flavia. Photo: Marcio Madeira.
And on Nicole Trunfio...
Spring 2006 Ready-to-Wear; Imitation of Christ - Runway. Model: Nicole Trunfio. Photo: Marcio Madeira.
...and Sonja Wanda. It looks strangest on Sonja Wanda.
And yes, all three of these models? In handcuffs.
Spring 2006 Ready-to-Wear; Imitation of Christ - Runway. Model: Sonja Wanda. Photo: Marcio Madeira.
This is Alexandra in droopy pants. You'd think if designers knew the general size of the models, they'd cut to fit those models. These would fit normal-size girls, easy...plus, they're longer than her legs, and are trailing on the floor. So...either Subkoff did this deliberately (in which case, why, because it doesn't look good), or she did it accidentally and let the model walk out anyway (in which case, why, because she so could've taken a quick stitch or pinned it up here and there).
Weird. The suspenders do not help.
Spring 2006 Ready-to-Wear; Imitation of Christ - Runway. Model: Alexandra. Photo: Marcio Madeira
Skipper got lost. She was in the box, she was out of the box, she was in the toy chest, she was out of the toy chest...and then there was the tea party and the funny cigarettes and there was something in the brownies...and she woke up at the Surrogate's Court. No wonder she looks so confused.
(What? That is so a Skipper outfit. You guys only remember Barbie and Ken? Sheesh...)
Spring 2006 Ready-to-Wear; Imitation of Christ - Runway. Model: Elyse Taylor. Photo: Marcio Madeira