hello?…pavlov?…

as a follow up to the previous post, i also think i’m losing my mind. alzheimers perhaps? what other loss of brain function is associated with old age? whatever it is i think i have it.

you’d think i’d figure out by now to call ahead to a store if i’m looking for something specific, instead of making the effort to go there and then find out they don’t have it or some other nonsense.

i took a 45 minute drive out to my mechanic a couple weeks ago to find out he’s on holidays. bah. then today went to find a specific piece of clothing, car wouldn’t start (hence why i need to take it to my mechanic) so i walked there. 30 minutes later i get there “oh sorry, we haven’t received those yet. they’re stuck in customs. try back in two weeks” bah!

somebody put me out of my misery…

it’s official

it's official

i’m old…

cutting my hair last night, i found some grey hairs. now i’ve had the odd gray hair before, i think everybody has, but it was more than just one lone stray gray hair. turns out its a patch!

if you need me i’ll be curled up in a fetal position sobbing in the corner…

warhol x levis

warhol x levis

the second go round of the collab between factory warhol and levis is a go for fw06. highsnobiety has the deets.

this season looks a lot better than spring and i think i need a pair of the jeans…

hiking??!?! what’s that?

hiking??!?! what's that?

took a little tour de west van on saturday and stopped by lighthouse park for a little wander around. i was most amused by the people with hiking boots, backpacks and trekking poles. like seriously people this isn’t the west coast trail here, its a goddamn park with some walking trails you could do in your armani suit and dress shoes. sheesh.

i was however a little disappointed that the seals and otters had found somewhere else to play. guess i can’t blame them when you got chawch’s in their cigarette boats buzzing the shore every 5 minutes. go crockett, there’s some coke waiting for you on a table back on shore.

light at the end of the tunnel

no…i’m not dying. (feel free to continue your voodoo doll attacks though). i mean the end of the bathroom renovation hell. all that remains now is a little more plumbing and putting up the drywall and painting. all the hard stuff is out of the way. yay!!

gimme gimme gimme

gimme gimme gimme

future imac concept by some designer guy. transparent. drool. must…have…now…

madre de dias!

madre de dias!

holy crap. these dunks are currently at $2075 USD with 20 bids on ebay.

reno update

well the tiling and grouting are done. just a little cleanup and sealing to do tonight and hopefully a useable shower (sans tarp and plastic) tomorrow!!! yay!!!!

fashion is cruel

fashion is cruel

oh the poor wives of professional athletes. rich, pampered, crucified in the press. there’s a new term out there now. its called ‘WAGGED‘. its what happens when a couture fashion brand has its wares show up on the wives of english soccer stars such as Posh Spice. most brands would kill for this exposure but not when you’re Gucci or Burberry. who wants a commoner rocking your gear.

i can relate. even though i didn’t actually come up with the pieces, i spend a lot of time giving feedback to the designers shaping the Burton line. so boy do i get mad when i see a skier wearing head-to-toe AK snow camo that’s two sizes too small. grrrrrrr…

oh and i just had to post the picture of Karl. i miss seeing him fanning himself 24/7.

big dog

big dog

little brooklyn – new york’s answer to hello kitty.