jammin 70s wedding photos rescued from the trash

Love. the. mustaches. Also love the groom's tie. When did men get so wussy about ties?

But mostly I love that this couple hung out with their friends and had a good time.

Photos from here. (Yes there are more.) Via StumbleUpon, my new favorite thing. Maybe.

Barack Obama-Rama

Rock the vote tomorrow at Spaceland (on the east side, of course).

Sponsored by Young and Jelinek, my favorite t-shirt store.

Playing with my tags again

The adorable mondmelodie inspired me to make a cloud.

I feel like an html hero today.

(Image from here)

Groom Style: Tec

I just came across this wedding on Darling Dexter.

The groom, photographer Tec Petaja, has got it going on. And the bride, Chelsea of oh my deer, is pretty fabulous herself.

(Photos by Jose Villa)

fab dress by Samantha Pleet

I'd get married in this. Pretty with just enough edge. (No need to go all soft just because you're the bride.)

See more at the Pleet Street Journal. Via Jargol.

organic shotgun wedding

This is one of those weddings that makes me love weddings.

(Photo: Rob Bennett for The New York Times)

we saved this string for you

This oh my deer post made me smile.

H-town loves to save things and I love to get rid of them. I think because my stepfather loved to save things. Like keys to god-knows-what and rusty washers and gross earplugs and pennies pennies pennies. In bowls all over the house. (And that's just the small stuff.)

Anyhoo, it makes for an interesting dynamic around the bungalow.

ME
(lifting a bottle filled with soapy water)
Did you want to save this soy sauce bottle?

HIM
Yes. It won't take up any space.

ME
(gazing at the sea of other dirty
dishes I don't feel like washing)
Okay.... It's just, I'm trying to reduce clutter.

HIM
(motioning towards the stack of wedding
gifts I'm pondering returning)
Why don't you deal with that?

I won't try to reproduce our conversation about whether or not rags should be washed and reused. I like to think I'm pretty green, but.... Eew.

this makes me love my haircut

Patti Smith in Sam Shepard's Cowboy Mouth, 1971. (Here they are together.)

Photo from here.

wait, here's another boot

This one definitely won't hold up in the snow, but for fall on either coast it might just be.... awesome? I'm on the fence. At $32.95 it almost fits into my post-wedding budget.

Available in tan, brown and black at Minnetonka.

Via The Moment.

this will have to express it for me

Polaroid by Jen Gotch.

I don't believe in astrology, but turns out I believe in Colorstrology

This is a new tool designed by Pantone to keep me from getting anything done this morning.

I'm amazed, I have to say. Bright orange is my favorite color. I feel lucky when I wear it. And now Colorstrology tells me wearing orange "reminds you to take action and not get caught up in the world of ideas."

Gotcha. I'll put on an orange t-shirt and turn off the internet.

Via the one I am stalking.

Groom Style: Brandon

Ordinarily I am "eh" about a J. Crew suit, but with sideburns and a fedora? Why not.

Check out the details of this vintage-inspired Northern California wedding on Snippet & Ink.

(Photos by Lisa Dick)

I solved the riddle of the boots

A friend who just moved from LA to NYC and is very concerned about the cold asked me if it would be okay if she bought a pair of Uggs this winter. This is a cool girl, mind you, who never would have rocked Uggs in Southern California, where they are reserved for sorority girls who like to dress for "winter" when the temperatures drop into the seventies.

I explained to my friend very firmly that a) No self-respecting New Yorker would be caught dead in Uggs and b) They wouldn't keep her feet dry anyway.

But I had trouble describing the kind of boots she needed. They have to keep her feet dry and warm, and she has to be able to walk for blocks in them. But they also have to be stylish, in a timeless kind of way. She shouldn't have to replace them in year.*

These just might be the boots.**

Via the catbird blog. You can't buy them online, but you can buy them at the Brooklyn store.

*I do believe shoes are worth investing money in. I broke my rule with these, and they turned out to be sh*t.

**It is not lost on me that these boots are pictured with skinny jeans. Skinny jeans have their place. But they would work equally well (better!) with a pair of boot-cut (duh) or wide-leg jeans. In my opinion.

socks are so over

You can blame Thom Browne if your groom refuses to wear them.

Via The Sartorialist.

My Gal (Sarah Palin)

From George Saunders’s piece in this week’s New Yorker:

I’m finding it hard to concentrate, as my eyes are killing me, due to I have not blinked since I started writing this. And, me being Regular, it takes a long time for me to write something this long.

Where was I? Ah, yes: I hate Élites. Which is why, whenever I am having brain surgery, or eye surgery, which is sometimes necessary due to all my non-blinking, I always hire some random Regular guy, with shaking hands if possible, who is also a drunk, scared of the sight of blood, and harbors a secret dislike for me.

Via Daring Fireball.

(Image from here)

a desert bride got married

I'm keeping an anxious eye on her blog for pictures of the much-debated Joshua Tree wedding dress.

(Image from here)

What the f* is mountain casual? (WARNING: LANGUAGE)

While we're on the topic, What Possessed Me has shared her insight about going to a Colorado wedding where the bride (a former model) and the groom (stylish and domesticated) attempted to dictate the dress code...

P: (Overreacting) What the fuck is mountain casual? I live in New York! I don't do casual!

F: I have no fucking idea.

P: Fuck! What the fuck?

F: Whatever. Just bring a bathing suit. They have a hot tub.

P: (Pacing) Are you fucking kidding me? A hot tub? With a bunch of models in Mountain Casual bikinis? You have just described my worst nightmare.

Read the rest here

(Image from here)

powder blue tux + mustache = awesome

Via Offbeat Bride.

DFW

David Foster Wallace, one of my favorite writers, was found dead on Friday night.

Read this book when you have the time to invest. It got me through a sh*t temp job, and changed my relationship with words.

(Image from here)

no spoilers please

Don't tell me if leanimal won. I'm steering clear of the Cut and staying away from her old etsy shop. (She seems to have posted some kind of message...)

But if you didn't snatch up the avant-garde dress when I told you to (silly bridey!) you can still order this sweet one from her website.

I'm all about the anti-wedding-dress wedding dress.

Also, I've been on a killing spree....

Lately I've been deleting old (and not-so-old) posts that nag at me. It's very satisfying.

Am I the only one who does this? Does everyone else just publish and move on?

Yikes, I'm in a weird mood today.

Photo via Either The Drapes Go Or I Do.

F* it. I'm a terrible housekeeper.

I make the bed in the morning. And I get perverse pleasure in doing laundry now that I have my very own machine. (And my own dryer in her little shed!)

But dishes? Meh.

Even now, as my mother-in-law approaches the bungalow, I sit on my ass. Blogging.

(Photo by Jennifer Konig found here)

damn I want to devour this blog

I just landed on What Possessed Me and I'm f'n obsessed.

But it will have to be my reward when I send in my writing assignments. I will now unplug from the internet. Right now.

Photo from ffffound! via What Possessed Me.

I <3 NY

(Photo by Nicholas Breslow found here)

and for a different take on the 60's

Vincent Kartheiser in Band of Outsiders and Michael Gladis in Phineas Cole.

Have you caught Mad Men yet? It's my new obsession. Here are some men who know how to wear suits.

Photos by Timothy White courtesy of Playboy. See the whole shoot here.

bob dylan is back

Hedi Slimane Fashion Diary, Paris June 2008. Via design for mankind.

Bob Dylan portrait (1964-1965) by Daniel Kramer.

And if you haven't seen Dont Look Back, D. A. Pennebaker's documentary covering Dylan's 1965 concert tour of the UK, rent it now.

I'm not generally a big fan of docs, but just being in the room with him - without doing a single interview - Pennebaker captures the spirit of 23-year-old Dylan.

(Screen shot from Dont Look Back. Dylan holds a cue card in the often-imitated music video for "Subterranean Homesick Blues.")

My role model

This image from The Bride's Cafe just gave me a flashback to Sixteen Candles, one of my all-time favorite movies.

Blanche Baker wins my vote for most nuanced, hilarious performance as a bride. Hands down.

Doesn't Brooke look uncannily like her?

(Photo by Nancy Cohn)

Check it out

Ms. Polka Dot just called me the queen of groom style.

I'm gonna get a swelled head.

I'm also pretty sure someone will declare me an impostor sooner or later, but f* it. What's more fun than picking out clothes for men?

(Image from here)

I need boundaries

If I don't stay off the internet after dinner, I dream of blogging all night.

And if I manage to tear myself off the computer during the day, I skulk through meat space obsessively dreaming up posts in my head.

It's becoming a problem.

Wish I could say I'm unplugging for the weekend, but I've got guest posts to write for Polka Dot Groom.

(Photo by Laura Burlton)

and look at these by Lovely Morning

I'm dying to touch them, actually.

See more pics here. Check out her traditional-meets-uber-cool envelopes. And (new addition) her stamps.

These graphic designer brides have an unfair advantage.

pretty pretty invites

By pretty.pretty.paper

See how the little bird on the second piece reflects the little letterpress birds on the save-the-date?

Love.

I never made a wedding binder

I'm not ashamed to admit it. This blog was my binder, pretty much. Plus a folder on my desktop where I saved pdf receipts.

But this post from Lovely Morning (via the style files) has galvanized me to start a home inspiration binder. And I'm gonna stick recipes in there right along with the design photos.

Those clear inserts are genius. I <3 Polypropylene. Does that make me a bad, un-green person?

(I also love ziploc bags. They are indispensable for packing messy beauty products and other fun items on road-trip honeymoons.)

This one's for my MOH

The most fabulous accessorizer I know. Who is not aware of the blog. (Or is she?)

Here's to being old ladies together.

You'll say, "Can I wear this?"

I'll say, "No."

You'll say, "It's cheerful!" and put on the damn matching brooch anyway.

(Photo by Spencer Heyfron via The Look Book. You've got to read the interview with Rose.)