We're coming into the home stretch kids. Time to buy, buy, buy before you board those buses and planes for your holiday homecomings. I have one more roundup of awesome stuff to spend the rest of your cash on. These are the things that I'm praying go on after-Christmas firesale, so I can blow my dough and head into 2010 all fancy-style.
I judge books by their covers. And this has an awesome one. Alas, it's out of print and only available used. Must be snatched up before it goes to that great publishing house in the sky ($59.43).
It's funny, because I do, indeed, take the biscuit. I would like to peruse my pretty Africa book, while sipping hazelnut coffee out of this baby. And then a plate of Arcade biscuits and gravy would be magically teleported from Memphis and I could die a happy person. Help my dream come true ($38 for the mug, teleportation extra).
I am a firm believer in the maxim that the best gifts are those that you'd never buy yourself. Like, say, graphic printed stirrup woolen thigh-highs...for $110. They're pricey but they're amazing, and how great would they look when I'm all cozy with my biscuit mug and my teleported Arcade breakfast and Elvis shows up to croon a little "In the Ghetto," while I contemplate my dire financial straits? I mean, a girl's gotta look her best in a situation like that.
So after Elvis and I finish breakfast, he invites his friend Dolly, who arrives in her magical butterfly tourbus to pour me a cup of ambition. We sit around and customize these necklaces ($85) with hot pink thread and then do a dance number with lots of hair flips and jazz hands.
Ok, ok. If I'm not gonna have Dolly and The King to guide me through the stormy months ahead, I'll have to stay calm and rely on myself. TCB and all that business. I think one of these yoga mats would help me keep things in perspective ($45).
What do you think kids? What's left of your holiday wishlists? Hmmm???
Man Candy Monday is a day late, but I think you'll forgive me when you see the crop of hot I've got for you this week. Inspired by my weekend of playing Rock Band upstate, I give you a roundup of musical mountain men. And (bonus!) you can see them all up close and person. Check out JTillman at the Bell House or head to Bowery tonight for Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. See, they're not just a bunch of pretty faces.
This may come as a total surprise but, on occasion, I get paid to do the very thing that I do for you, here, for free. Look at that! Anywho, I did a piece for Nylon on my Tennessee birthday road trip. Thought I'd share it with y'all here. Click on the jpg for a closer read.
Apologies to sissy. The eds didn't credit her awesome photos. I've included some of her best shots from the trip below along with some from Megan Staubitz. If you're interested in buying prints, you can check out their etsy sites, here and here.
Greetings friends, Yesterday marked my last outdoor concert of the summer (sad face) because I leave soon for my birthday roadtrip from Graceland to Dollywood (happy face!). I was a little lax with the picture taking yesterday mainly because the median age was approximately 14, and I started to feel dirty objectifying all those youngins. But these are the sacrifices that I make for you, dear readers. So without further ado, I give you Man Candy Monday: The jailbait edition.
Smooches, Nana Banana
Dear Zac Efron. Why stay with Vanessa when you could make like Ashton and lock down a cougar? Think about it (CALL ME!).
We know how she feels...
It's pictures like these that make me thankful for the lack of interwebs during my formative years.
Aw, they're so cute before they learn how to pose for fashion blogs.
But maybe I should pick on someone my own age. Why, hello! Don't worry dude, I'd be pissed if I had to wear a hat like that too.
What was that? You want to see more picture of Zac Effron?
I've always had a soft spot for Mr. Brendan Benson. The first track off of his new album may or may not have resulted in a sing-into-your-hairbrush, jump-on-the-bed dance party of one this morning. This is happy music for dark times kids. So you could purchase me the album:
But, what a coincidence, Mr. Benson lives in Nashville...and I'm going to be in Nashville for my birthday. If only I had a friend (cough, cough) in the music industry down there. Private serenade, wha?
As part of my upcoming birthday roadtrip through Tennessee, I plan to make a stop into Hatch Show Print in Nashville. The legendary poster designers released a coffee table book of their iconic work in 2001. And lucky for you it's on sale (Chronicle Books, $35)!