Remember that detour I mentioned before going to the land of corn fields? Egypt!
These Vagabond Shoes
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Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings - How Long Do I Have to Wait For You?
Listening to this one while cleaning / dancing around making funny faces in the mirror and occassionally picking up an item with my toes as part of a move.
Brad Kroenig for Chanel F/W 10 (Photography: Karl Lagerfeld)
The Department of Old News continues reporting what we already knew including that Ford Men’s Brad Kroenig features for the Chanel F/W 10 campaign photographed by the creative designer himself Karl Lagerfeld. Long since Mr. Lagerfeld’s muse Brad has been there and done that the world over for the man from Hamburg so it’s no surprise that he’s back featuring in this fall Chanel campaign. However, what is surprising and also somewhat of a mitigating factor in the timing of this entry is that Brad in fact appears to be wearing an outsize Ewok costume first seen in the Chanel F/W 10 preview in Paris. It wasn’t until the small hours of Friday night paging through the August issue of British Vogue that we realized the Ford Models Blog’s negligence in mentioning Brad’s first fall 2010 campaign. Which leads us to close this entry by stating plainly that no matter the ensemble (or even Chanel), Brad consistently delivers. Please visit MDC to see more of the Chanel F/W 10 campaign featuring Brad Kroenig.
I know and love Brad! How funny to see this pop up on my dashboard this morning!
Also, I will be harrassing him about this particular get up immediately!
Mom, I’m going to need you to send those red leather pants.
(I’m referring to my real, and really red, leather pants that I bought while in high school in a small town in Iowa.)
I will be meeting 60 of my closest family members, coming from far and wide to congregate at the lake that I grew up on and in… but I may make an exciting pit stop first.
Remember when I posted about my ex’s ex and our strange but fun relationship? This weekend, I met her and some of her friends in our nation’s capital (the reason we all landed there is a long, circumstantially-complicated story). I know that I’ve already devoted a blog post to how wonderful I think she is, and at the risk of conjuring up Single White Female references, I’m going to say again that I’m so glad to have gotten to know her. We could’ve been not-so-positive blurbs in each other’s lives, punching bags for each other’s friends to use for (not-so-fulfilling) jabs to make the respective other feel better. But one day, she reached out to me, completely unnecessarily, and I responded (let’s face it – I’d been following her long enough to have established that the reason I was drawn to her went way beyond the ex thing). And the rest is history – I like her more the more I know her. In fact, my only complaint is that she frequently beats me to posting new songs.
The word count for our exchanges by email in the last couple of months is pretty astronomical, but we’ve only spent a couple hours together in person and it was on my stomping grounds, so even though I’m no newbie to signing up for random adventures, I was a little nervous to go spend a whole weekend with her and her friends. And when I met them, I was even more nervous or at least intimidated by these hot, hilarious, cool chicks (even if I can’t stand next to them without my legs looking like tree trunks). It was such a pleasure to have gotten to spend some time with them and I hope to mix in my group of cool friends sometime soon.
But back to Babs… I’ve always said (in theory and a theory that tends to be controversial) that I would like to believe that I could want the best for everyone in the world, even if the best means my best friend ends up with a man I was madly in love with or if someone being their best means my best is no longer the best (this premise is the basis for my theory about nyc and how it can free you from comparison to others, since it’s generally a losing battle with 18 million people, and feed the realization that someone else’s brains, beauty, burping skills, etc. doesn’t take away from and often can aid yours). In its own little way, this situation means that now I can say that I’ve learned from a real-life experience (not to mention a good teacher in my new friend), that my theory can work, and even work out so that you get a new, great friend out of it, and it feels quite good — I’m proud of us!
