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project polygamist runway

Tim Gunn’s Guide to Polygamist Style: “Let’s redefine the prairie dress. Lets get this some style. Let’s give it some chicness. And let’s help these women look great!” And yes, in case you were wondering about those shoes—he totally recommends “a cute little ballet flat, in a metallic.” Thank you for this, Mo Rocca.

the wylie dog

Wylie Dufresne + PDT = the $5 Wylie Dog, “a deep-fried Crif Dog wiener nestled against a baton of WD-50 deep-fried mayo” breaded with hot dog bun-crumbs, topped with tomato molasses, freeze-dried onions and shredded romaine. Yes, please! [ via Eater ]

david sedaris, smoker

David Sedaris has a (great, of course) piece in the New Yorker, on smoking (and eventually quitting), and I love this bit profiling smokers by their brand allegiences:

Kools and Newports were for black people and lower-class whites. Camels were for procrastinators, those who wrote bad poetry, and those who put off writing bad poetry. Merits were for sex addicts, Salems for alcoholics, and Mores for people who considered themselves to be outrageous but really weren’t. One should never lend money to a Marlboro-menthol smoker, though you could usually count on a regular-Marlboro person to pay you back.

Can you guess what brand he smoked before reading his essay?

dial a human!

Dial a Human! I super duper love this site and always forget it exists until I have to call Con Edison because their voice menus are so tedious; DaH! tells you which buttons to press and in what sequence so you can bypass the menus and talk to an actual person.

chute libre


All of the book cover illustrations from the 70s French science fiction imprint Chute Libre are driving me insane, they’re so beautiful and just so perfectly of their time. They make me want to have an underground volcano lair to hang posters of them in.
[ via Asphalt Eden ]

the dress

From Long Live the Dress (for Now), by Guy Trebay:

Anyone who pays attention to fashion may want to know that those in charge of deciding these things have pronounced doom on the dress.They, meaning mainly fashion editors and designers, claim the dress is dead. Kaput. Three years of women in dresses is enough.

Of course, anyone who pays attention to fashion knows that it’s run mainly by gay men and women-hating women—most of whom don’t give an honest shit that women actually like wearing dresses because they’re easy to wear and oh-so-flattering. Or, you know, that straight men love seeing us in dresses. So fuck the fashion industry and fuck the “full-legged, pleated high- and low-waisted” pants they want us to wear in the fall; my dress-wearing compatriots, let’s keep on keepin’ on.