she’s not super famous yet, but

I can’t get enough of Marina and the Diamonds. I just put a voice to the face that keeps popping up everywhere. I’m obsessed with Lana Del Rey so I was impressed to find another self-made female artist with a decidedly poppy yet brand new song and a delicious voice. I bought her album and can’t stop listening to “Lies” and “Radioactive,” but “Prima Donna” was my first glimpse and listen into her world:

This interview is also amazing, although Erin Lucas is a terrible interviewer… Marina is disarmingly adorable and so much fun to watch. I adore her coquettish, 60s esque style. ❤

kiss me hard before you go

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby, you’re the best

I got my red dress on tonight
Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
Got my hair up real big beauty queen style
High heels off, I’m feeling alive

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare
Honey I’m on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore

I’ve got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh oh

I’m feelin’ electric tonight
Cruising down the coast goin’ ’bout 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I’ll die happy tonight

femme fatale

A femme fatale ( /ˌfɛm fəˈtæl/ or /ˌfɛm fəˈtɑːl/; French: [fam fatal]) is a mysterious and seductive woman[1] whose charms ensnare her lovers in bonds of irresistible desire, often leading them into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations.

She is an archetype of literature and art. Her ability to entrance and hypnotize her victim with a spell was in the earliest stories seen as being literally supernatural; hence, the femme fatale today is still often described as having a power akin to an enchantress, seductress, vampire, witch, or demon.

The phrase is French for “deadly woman”. A femme fatale tries to achieve her hidden purpose by using feminine wiles such as beauty, charm, and sexual allure. In some situations, she uses lying or coercion rather than charm.

She may also make use of some subduing weapon such as sleeping gas, a modern analog of magical powers in older tales. She may also be (or imply that she is) a victim, caught in a situation from which she cannot escape; The Lady from Shanghai (a 1947 film noir) is one such example. A younger version of a femme fatale would be called a fille fatale, or “deadly girl.”

inspiring read: Unbearable Lightness

I have to confess, I didn’t know much about Portia de Rossi before reading her book, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain. Forgive the odd choice of word considering the subject matter, but I devoured it. (Usually it takes me a week or more to read a book, this was finished in a few days.) I remember when Portia came into stardom in 1998-1999 on Ally McBeal and seeing her in magazines and thinking she was exotic and beautiful (and stunningly thin). I never realized that at that time, anorexia and bulimia were literally eating her alive. In this brave memoir, Portia reveals in detail the bizarre and extreme methods by which she was able to drastically lose weight – at one point weighing in at only 82 pounds. She limited herself to 300 calories a day, and exercised compulsively for hours and hours on end.

Eating disorders aren’t exactly a new topic, but surely plenty of girls and women still suffer from them. I was surprised at the self-deprecation that seemed to fuel the story. Despite being a model and a successful TV actress at a young age, Portia never quite developed self-esteem when it came to her body, or learned healthy eating methods. On top of all of this, she was struggling internally with keeping her sexuality from the world. Before I read this book I just knew Portia was the beautiful wife of Ellen DeGeneres (who I like and admire a great deal). I learned that she made up her name, is from Australia, and a lot of intimate details about an undoubtedly horrific time in her life.

Portia is a good writer, an honest one. The story is brutal – but it’s not until you reach the end until you see the result of years of starvation and abuse put onto her body – lupus and osteoporosis to name a couple. My only real complaint is that she seemed to rush through the recovery portion of the story. The “book” ends when she finally gets diagnosed with anorexia. The recovery is abbreviated into 20 or so pages explaining that it was essentially “difficult,” and that her horse Mae helped her a lot, and her relationship with Ellen also saved her, which I think is romantic and sweet. Portia also claims to no longer diet or consciously exercising, electing to eat whatever she wants in abundance and staying active by walking her dog. She also speaks about accepting the body you have at your natural healthy weight, which I can relate to. I have never been overweight but I still struggle with body image and the desire to lose a few vanity pounds. (In my humble opinion, most people cannot afford to be overly passive about diet and exercise, but I guess someone who had an eating disorder has to be careful not to let the disorder grab hold of them again by becoming too restrictive.)

All in all – a great read, inspiring, wrenching, wonderful. I have a lot more respect for Portia after learning everything she went through, and how much happier and healthier she is now.

Jersey Shore is ruining my life!

My apartment was burglarized recently (stole my MacBook and iPod…bastards…living, learning and hopefully moving soon). Anyway, my mom let me borrow her laptop, and in the wake of my trauma I discovered that you can stream Jersey Shore on Netflix Instant Watch, one of my favorite things ever. I get addicted to shows easily, particularly ones that are so bad in such a good way. I haven’t had cable in years, but my friends and colleagues with DVRs will frequently compare notes on what happened on Jersey Shore that week. I can only nod and say that I’ll probably get around to watching it in a year or two… and when I do, the experience is intense. So far, it’s been anesthetizing my open emotional wounds of losing years worth of photos and writings, and is consequently knocking points off my IQ with each episode, and impacting my ability to do anything else. Even as I write this blog, Netflix is taunting me in the other tab with a partially-viewed episode of salacious, dare I say–Jerseylicious(!) drama.

I catch myself speaking in a Long Island Italian accent at work, even though I’m from New England and don’t have a trace of Italian in my blood. A customer today asked me where I’m from and I had to just come clean. It’s really hard to control. Snooki’s “wah!” is infectious, as is “t-shirt time” and of course…GTL. It’s been many moons since my ivory skin has seen a tanning bed, but every now and then the bronzed “goddesses” of JH make me go a little thick with the bronzer and crave acrylic nails (also a phase I’m proud to have outgrown).

I have never, ever been the type to go for hard-bodies guido dudes. The fellas on the show are only after one thing of course, but if you happen to not be a “grenade,” you could get some pretty special treatment. The Situation is obviously a sleazeball, but I have a pretty deep soft spot for Vinny and an on going crush on Pauly D and his hair. Why? Only God really knows the answer to that question. Normally I prefer pale skinny rocker boys, softspoken poets or nerdy savants. Maybe Jersey Shore appeals to all our base desires to eat loads of pasta, strap some leopard print over my lady parts, do body shots till 5 in the morning and find an anonymous hard body to “smush.”

trendwatch: pastel nails

This is totally out of season – most of the time when you think of pastel, you think spring – things in bloom, easter eggs, that sort of thing. I’m still in love with the pastel nail trend, though, and have been interspersing it with my deep fall darks like OPI’s Black Tie Optional and this lovely color called Wine at the Gallery by Finger Paints. The look is fresh and really pops out especially when you use bright, unexpected pale hues.


Lauren Conrad sporting a gorgeous robin’s egg blue that reminds me of Tiffany’s blue.


Sky, Hard Candy’s legendary first color, was created in 1996 by Dinah Mohajer to match a pair of sky blue pumps. I love Hard Candy so much. The best part is that the brand, formerly reserved for high end stores, is now available at your local Wal Mart for about five bucks a pop – and they still come with the signature chunky rings!


Whitney port rocking turquoise nails.


This is one of my new favorites, and it’s kind of famous – Essie’s Mint Candy Apple. Try it! I love how different it is. I used to be so stuck on having pinks and “normal” colors on my nails and now I feel like I’m twelve again, trying out blues and greens. (Next on my list is sparkle!)


Khloe Kardashian sporting a pale, opaque pink.


I had to snag this color when I saw it. It’s Revlon nail enamel in Lilac Pastelle, a lovely, pink-based lilac shade. It’s really pale and subtle, almost a neutral but definitely unmistakable. Image via Nail-a-Holic.

lovely + badass = Charlotte Free


She’s effervescent with a confection of pretty ombre hair she colors herself. Cult fashionistas are blogging her name and image all over the place. I like her because she gives of a guileless punk-rock vibe that’s really innocent at the same time. Charlotte Free, everybody! She’s mad cool!


“I love Charlotte,” Vogue‘s Francesca Burns said. “I have worked with her, and she’s really special: it’s not just the hair. Charlotte has a rare delicate elegance to her beauty which means she can pull off anything.” (source: Vogue UK)


Betcha didn’t know…Charlotte’s favorite food is lemons (?) and she listens to dubstep “constantly.” (source: Elle)


This video’s so endearing! She likes Maxfield Parrish which I think is fantastic…and apparently she also wants to be in the circus.

I want to dye my hair pink.