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Say what you want about Anna Wintour, I am chomping at the bit to see "The September Issue". I am frankly impressed by her ability to hold fashion opinion so firmly by the balls. And, if unrelenting force of personality and ruthless rebuttal are the way to it, I say more power to her. Millions of people, of their own free will, buy what she sells. I'd like to know how she does it.



Ruthlessly yours,

Elissa.

Second chance...

These recent window displays at Barney's (now pulled) remind me of my trip with Stella the Cat to the vet today. Let's just say, my nice white blouse (which I wore to deflect her nervous, white shedding) now sports quite a few bloodstains on it. Nice.

image via Village Voice.

I also have some important news! The previous winner of the iPod Shuffle contest remains un-contact-able and so I've gone ahead and drawn another winner!



Will the reader known as Getpalmd please stand up? Put one of those fingers on each hand up and be proud to be out of your mind and out of control and...... then just email me at spandexpony@gmail.com!

For the rest of you hopeful hopefuls, there is still another contest for you to enter-- only 2 more days remain!

Good luck to all,

Elissa.

Recap!

It's taken me a full two days to recover from our marathon drive back from Chicago overnight so that I could work at 8 in the morning, but I'm finally ready to tell you a little bit about the Pitchfork Music Festival this past weekend.

Sandals: Delia's. Jams: Thrifted. Tank: 80's Purple. Jacket: Thrifted. Attitude: Inherited.

Our first stop was to a Wal-Mart in eastern Indiana to stock up on road-snacks and drinks. There, I found a kiddie Vespa in their bike aisle. I took it for the tiniest of spins in my favorite summer bottoms, a pair of culottes that wear more like jams, all flowy and below-knee-length in a spirited Hawaiian print.


What should have been a six hour trip or so turned into 8, what with the horrific traffic. We entertained ourselves by inserting road-snacks into our holes.



Finally, we got off an exit and had the locals direct us on the quickest, backwoods way of getting into Chicago. Here, my favorite road sign of the day, "Why are you reading when you could be eating?" That's it, ya'll close up your browsers and get yourself a burger. I'll be waiting.



We decided the whole day was a wash, but that we absolutely must find a way to make it to see Built to Spill. They went on at 8:30. We finally arrived at 8:45...


...Eastern time. Little did we know we'd crossed over into the land of Central Time, and we were actually 45 minutes early! Hurrah!

Jacket: thrifted. Tank (second in a series of animals wearing hats by Insight): Cultist. Jeans: Thrifted. Shoes: Strange Cargo.

The next day, my sweet's pleadings to go to Manny's fell on deaf ears. I wanted to revisit the Indian place where I had a tremendous samosa a few months back. Sadly for both of us, the samosas were the only good thing there, by a mile. Most horrendous Indian food of all time. Somehow, we figured out a way to be friendly to eachother despite.


An awesome window on Sheffield. They're good. Oh, they're very, very, good.

Not that I'm biased or anything, but the best two shows were definitely Matt & Kim and M83. Here, a picture of my sweets and I posing to "Colours". Things I saw the most of, fashion-wise? Fixed-gear bikes, boys wearing ballet flats (yes. You read it correctly. No more are pants the sole article of womens' clothing appropriated by the mens), white girls wearing hipster scarves in the style of the hijab, and Birkenstocks. Lots of them. On hipsters. My sweets estimates that, "hippies will have their day again, as the latent 'I spend money' message of hipsterism becomes outre beneath the crashing waves of a waning economy." That's why I love that mutha.

Also I love him, because he likes to go to Ikea. The friend with whom we stayed happens to live a block away from the Ikea so a breakfast of Swedish Meatballs turned into a full-scale house-outfitting mission. Keetonz appreciates the flokati rug we scored.

We also gorged ourselves on all the prints and posters for sale at Flatstock, but I'll have to reveal those to you in a future post.

While you wait, why not enter The Contest and win yourself a pair of Current/Elliott jeans?? Four more days...!


Yours,

Elissa.

Me, out!

You might not hear from me for a couple of days, as I'm headin' 'em up and movin' 'em out to Chicago to attend Pitchfork! Yeeeehawwww!!!

I'm most looking forward to seeing M83, The Walkmen, Vivian Girls, Yo La Tengo, and of course, Matt & Kim.



Follow me on Twitter to hear all about it!

Yours,

Elissa.

Currently in love with...

In an hour-and-a-half we meet to sign on a new place,
My nerves show not but for a tic on my face
So in order to calm myself (and provide you all with some reading)
I present to you all of the things I love/want/am needing:

"Elsita (Elsa Mora)" from Wardrobe Remix.

Poetically clad and picturesque-ly backgrounded
I'm epically obsessed with her photostream-- I'm dumbfounded
By her uncanny ability to channel Frida Kahlo
If I weren't kind of straight and attached I'd be her Diego.

Swacket via Harputs Market

Holy crap, it's like 80 garments in one.
If I find a spare $500, I'ma rock this, son!

Rock Candy Ribbon Necklace via Supermarket.

Speaking of rocks, howabout a whole strand?
I just wanna eat it -- no, wear it-- no--! Damn!

via Jpgmag.

Also, bananas. And turbans, and couches.
And a lady who lunches (on bananas), and slouches.

Style.com

Wait---! I never like Chanel, I said with a snarl.
Then why the hell do I suddenly love everything Karl?
The shoes above are so "punk Bonnie and Clyde",
And that hat's like a disco-ing flapper just died.

Ohmigawd...


Holy bejeweled crap...


Sigh, the layers, ooweeee!


Je besoin d'obtenir cettes vetements aujourd-hui!

A consummately perfect wedding gown,


Preceded by a Klimt-like kiss,


How amazingly galactic is this?

Sigh... off I go, not sure if we'll spring for it.
I've never hopped off a lease
Though the circumstances certainly call for it.

Til later, alligators,

Elissa.

Turning to face the strange.

When it rains, it pours, eh? Metaphorically speaking of course, for it's a sweltery one. I spent it in a sultrily thin cotton sundress that made me feel all "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof".

"'Memba how you used to love me?" Dress, thrifted. Belt, thrifted. Bag, thrifted. Shoes, JC Penney. Earrings, thrifted.

Orange is my favorite color...


I thrifted the dress serendipitously when I found it thrown over the rack. Shape unnoticed, I grabbed it prinicipally because the color sang out to me.

Look, I'm Edward Citrushands...

You never know when you'll need a favorite-colored ensemble. I know I do today, for a world of change is headed my way.

The only pair of clip-ons that I own, or that I'd wear. I made a special concession for these.

Remember my raccoon issues? Well, I still got 'em, in spades. And a host of other problems made worse by a super inattentive property management company and The Neighbors from The Bad Place. Like, "call the police, SPCA and Al Sharpton" bad.

So, fantasy love-nest it is no more. We're packing up once again. The good news is, we think we know where to and we think we've really picked a winner this time (this candidate has a dark room in the basement... EEEKKK!!)

And speaking of winners, why don't you try your hand at becoming one (not that you already aren't!) by entering my current contest brought to you by Chickdowntown! I'm really loving all the clips you're sending me.

Yours,

Elissa.