Pygmania

~ ~ We the Pymies of the United Hates, in order to form a more perfect Fashunn, shall overlook, hereby, Coco Chanel's deeds most abhorrent* , in bestowing upon her the Honorary Seal of Pymproval : * In 1923, Vera Bate Lombardi, (born Sarah Gertrude Arkwright), reputedly the illegitimate daughter of the Marquess of Cambridge, afforded Chanel entry into the highest levels of British aristocracy. It was an elite group of associations revolving around such personages as Winston Churchill, aristocrats such as the Duke of Westminster, and royals such as Edward, Prince of Wales. It was in Monte Carlo in 1923, at age forty that Chanel was introduced by Lombardi to the vastly wealthy Duke of Westminster, Hugh Richard Arthur Grosvenor, known to his intimates as "Bendor". The Duke of Westminster lavished Chanel with extravagant jewels, costly art, and a home in London's prestigious Mayfair distric

BEHOLD: "I can't believe it's not cocaine!"

Brooklyn Heights (FUCK Brooklyn Heights. Because why? Because SHUT UP Stimpy!) DUMBO (See above) The A/C trains NOT the E train (Wait what?) The fact that I had to even make this list.

This is a novel  by  Oscar Zeta Acosta .  I wonder if there will be a second volume to treat The Silverfish Question.

MICK on Facebook ?!?! MICK on Twitter :-(  :-(  ... talking about the Olympics >:'( Keef also tweets . He used to be my pirate.  Now he's joined the ranks of Maci Bookout.  I'm deeply, deeply disturbed.

And then there's this :

When you're looking at the skyline, or when you're stuck out of town for too long When you're in the heart of the "Big Apple" (Times Sq)

do you get the "rear window" tag?

Breakfast is so passé

We'll be able to put a million free classics, like this one, in our pockets as well as on our laptops.

Context: this chick graduated with you.  I remember mentioning her back when we were freshman, because she was annoying already. 1.   This article kicks off our tour of annoying. But it’s not all about $250 skinny jeans, luxury handbags, and dancing on tables at Bungalow 8. These young swans, who attend Spence, Chapin, Nightingale, or have just matriculated at one of the country’s top colleges, have serious interests—in history, literature, journalism, science, and even math. When it comes to good works and galas, they are already walking the walk—or, at least, the catwalk—strutting for such charities as Teens Against Cancer, Fashion for Fistula, and Operation Smile. And they are not lacking in self-confidence. “We know so much more. We’re so much more cultured,” says one now in college, about growing up in their distinctive milieu. “[In college] you meet people who don’t even know how to pronounce ‘Prada.’” 2.  She got an invitation to the McQueen costume gala. At the after-pa

I fucking hate moving out, so I turned myself into a cheetah ninja. Maybe that's the secret? And so it is.