Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic: The Girls Are Talkin'

Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic

The daily chronicle of a fashion-and-beauty obsessed, style-writing, pseudo-Angeleno who made her way from the Great White North to La-La Land -- otherwise known as Los Angeles, California -- and back again. Till the next big city calls out her name, that is.

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I'm a Vancouverite who moonlighted as an Angeleno. My momma is the best in the entire world, and I'll argue you hoarse on that one. I've been in love only once in my life. The East Coast calls me but the West Coast is in my blood. Social butterflies -- and party animals -- are a great species. Fashion and writing will be the death of me, but what a way to go. Carine Roitfeld is fabulous. I would die a painful death if art, design, photography, fashion, music and dancing did not exist. Always kind of wondered why Smurfette was the only girl in town. I can't draw. Absolutely believe everything happens for a reason. I feel so lucky to have the girlfriends that I do. I'm a total sun baby. Think I might be a workaholic. I may have slight road rage. Ice cream and hockey are religions. I buy too many glossy magazines. Nothing beats someone with a killer sense of humor. Chivalry is really not dead. I'm a victim of minor vertigo and a serious lead foot. Always up for meeting people from paths different than mine and crossing paths with old friends. At the very end of it all, I want to be able to look back and say: Yeah, I sure lived a damn good life.

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Monday, June 11, 2007

The Girls Are Talkin'

Daaaaaayuuuuum.

Saturday night was A.W.E.S.O.M.E. as Gregg Gillis' DJ-persona Girl Talk took to the stage at Richard's on Richards just before midnight and just after Norweigan band Datarock exited their set with playing "Time Of My Life" from Dirty Dancing. Was the playing of that track odd? Yes. But was it pretty sweet? Heck yeah! I love that movie.

Gillis (who looks strikingly similar to my buddy Kyle M.) has more energy than a Ritalin-addled kid jacked up on slurpees and five cent candies from the local 7-11. His live show got the crowd jumping harder than House of Pain, sweating more than a fat lady on a diet at Sprinkles or Magnolia and spitting out lyrics faster than Bone Thugs 'N' Harmony. If that guy wasn't on anything, then he's got some amazing natural high -- Gillis already stripped down to his boxer shorts and white high-top sneaks, soaked in sweat, head-banging like crazy and crowd-surfing even before the halfway mark of his set.

The crowd was a whole lot hipster, which was kind of nice -- my friends and I probably represented the entire Yaletown/Kits set that made it out (that I knew of), making a total of about twenty of us. If you love music and dancing, you need to make seeing a Girl Talk show one of the top things to do before you die. Seriously.

And besides the venue turning into a sauna from the excess sweat and body heat of a 500+ crowd, I definitely had the time of my life.

I'm Lovin' it: This art installation of New York's skyline -- entitled "Save Manhattan" and made entirely of speakers -- by Mounir Fatmi for the recently opened Venice Biennale, which is in its 52nd year. Fatmi, at the core, is an existential artist with strong political views. But aren't they all??

I'm Over it: The thought of having to put together my new, gorgeous black-brown wood dresser. It'll probably require Mikey's trusty powerdrill and a thorough read of technical instructions. Bah humbug.

Photographer of the Day: John Michael Cooper, who did these beautiful, eery and creepy photographs of bride models in death induced-looking poses for a recent New York Times article on wedding dresses. A quick peruse on his website shows a range of photographic themes, some sweet and some macabre, but nonetheless stunning.