Saint Winehouse

Rosary by Berndt Offerings.

Fast Food and Flowers

Perfect summer images from illustrator Tim Lahan.

The Sweater!

They're trying to auction 'em, they're selling new ones, but I'll take this vintage Pendleton I just scored. Far fuckin' out!

Damn Fine

Me, the hubby, and our own dismembered Barbie head have been making our way through a bag of David Lynch Signature Cup Coffee. Mattel may not approve, but we do.

Keats and Yeats are on your side, while Wilde is on mine

This print from Standard Designs made me very happy, but when I saw that there weren't any more up for sale, I was back in a funk. Now that I think about it, that's an appropriate Morrissey moment.

Simulacrum

Is well-meaning nostalgia enough to sustain a film? I wondered that while I watched Super 8. Even though I'm a nostalgia fetishist, I think the answer is no. Watching it, my thoughts were focused the imitation. "Great ranch house. Very 70s." "I wonder if that lens flare is real or CGI?" "Did braces really look like that in 1979?" As always, I'm with A.O. Scott. It was like Close Encounters with the awe digitally extracted.

Banana, Beach & Cotton Candy

It was a wonderful vacation. The beach was glorious, the sky was cotton candy. A culinary highlight was during our stop in San Francisco, where we had a breakfast of quiche and banana cream at Mission Pie. I'm still on Pacific time. I refuse to adjust to adjust back.