Thursdays are right again….


Why Buy When You Can Borrow?

7447_front_large.jpg is getting the biggest shout out you can get in the fashion world, aside from a full-on feature in Vogue. It’s being spotlighted in the new Sex and The City movie.

Jennifer Hudson plays overeager assistant to Carrie Bradshaw herself. In her quest to impress the city’s best loved columnist and fashionista, Hudson happens upon a Web site that could very well replace diamonds as a woman’s best friend. is like the Netflix of the designer bag world. It has an extensive variety of the hottest designer bags, and for a small fee you can borrow them. It’s ideal for those times you need that perfect purse for an event or party but don’t want to shell out the big bucks.

You can borrow the bags for as long as you like. They rent out by the week or by the month. You get a discount if you borrow for longer than three months. And just in case you fall in love with the lush leather and silk lining of your latest borrowed bag you can just “steal it.”’s “steal it” option allows for the borrower to request to purchase the bag. The age and condition of the bag will be evaluated and a fair price will be negotiated.

Choose from thousands of available styles and designers from Coach, Prada, Chanel and Badgley Mischka.

Not a bag lady? also carries designer jewelry lines. Have that amazing Vera Wang cocktail ring or those David Yurman pearls sent straight to your door.

Heath Ledger’s Last Days


Lisa Taddeo over at Esquire Magazine has written out nearly every minute of Heath Ledger’s last few days on Earth. And no, not pieced together from gossip rags and “news reports,” she wrote out Heath’s last days from his perspective.

The fictional recap of Heath’s last meal (a muffin), his thoughts on Mary-Kate Olsen and his cautionary visit with Jack Nicholson read almost like the real thing. I’ve got to give it up to Lisa for some superb writing on this one.

Mary-Kate is not what you think. She comes off like a straw, something hollow that things pass through. But it’s more an inner strength than a vapid soul. She once told me, Growing up as one half of something made me feel I had to overcompensate to be worth a whole. Then I realized it was the greatest foil. I have a built-in hiding place everywhere I go.

The article’s got a killer message and it’s a brilliant read, see for yourself.

Get My Beer On, Get My LOST On


My very boisterous, well-informed albeit sometimes mis-informed friends, Wes and John have just started a LOST podcast.

If you’re interested in hearing the ramblings of two lush drunkards try to decode all theories to every LOST episode you should most definitely check them out, even if it’s just to hear the super special shout out they give me (It’s around minute 12 of the podcast)! Thanks boys. Much love.

Oh He’s not Dead

*Just as a warning, if you haven’t watched the latest LOST episode, “Ji Yeon,” you may not want to read on.


Last night’s ep was 10 times better than last week’s Juliet-centric episode (gag). I always looks forward to Sun and Jin episodes as they are two of my favorite characters on the show.

We found out that Michael is the spy on Widmore’s boat. Which was pretty obvious, well at least to my friend Wes who noticed that his name was in the opening credits all season. We also found out that Sun is one of the Oceanic 6. Again, pretty obvious. Just for the fact that I don’t think anyone would have let her stay on the island since her life was in peril due to having conceived a child on the island.

So, for the first 45 mins of the episode we are led to believe that Jin also made it off the island, but in true LOST form we find out that is not the case. We are shown a Sun flash forward and a Jin flash back.

Sun successfully gives birth to a baby girl, Ji Yeon. (The name that Jin suggested for the baby while they were on the island.)

Hurley visits Sun in Korea and they both go to see Jin’s “grave.”

Sun is weeping and saying how much she misses him. (I think I actually cried more than Sun did.) Well, and then here’s the kicker. The camera pans to the tombstone and the date of death on the tombstone reads… 9/22/04. Yea, that’s right. The day of the crash! Which HAS to mean that Jin is still alive and just stuck on the island. BTW I’m going to have to give Jameson credit for this one because I sure as hell did not notice the date on the grave.

And no Wes, Jin did not die on the island “at some point.” There is no way. Just because the 6 are saying that everyone else died during the crash and you think Jin did die and that Sun is just sticking to that story is complete bull. He’s alive and well. Why else would Sun have gone psycho in the maternity ward? If he were really dead she wouldn’t have been yelling for him or refusing to take her wedding ring off. Also at the grave site, in literal Korean translation Sun was saying “I want to see you.” Not, “I miss you.” I think you can say I’m a legitimate source as I am Korean….even if my Korean is a bit rusty.

On another note. I know previously I said that Kate stole baby Aaron from Claire and is claiming it as her own. Well I was thinking that there is no way that she could plausibly say that Aaron is her child because she would have had to have been nine months pregnant when the plane crashed and there were definitely people who had seen her previous to the crash (i.e. her mother) granted it would have been months before but still. So, I think she must have gone with the story that everyone died, she found Aaron and took him in as her own. Which would make her sound like quite the hero to the courts wouldn’t you say?

Julie Delpy Makes Sneezing Romantic


Last night I was watching 2 Days in Paris. Julie Delpy (whom I adore) wrote, directed and starred in this movie and while it was funny and quirky, it wasn’t all that good. Until…the last scene, when she said this:

“It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I’ll never see him again like this… well yes, I’ll bump into him, we’ll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drink up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else’s kisses.”

I mean really…how perfect is that? I got goosebumps.

Look for Julie next in The Countess. (She’s writing, directing and starring in that one too!) The Countess chronicles the life of Elizabeth Bathory, also known as “The Bloody Countess.” Bathory killed over 600 young women and was rumored to have bathed in their blood so that she might acquire their youth and beauty. Sounds like a good flick! The film also stars my favorite German actor, Daniel Bruhl.

The Art of Growing Up

“Growing up feels, sometimes, like standing on a precipice. You look out over a glittering vision of stability, a promise of love, of prosperity and permanence. You desire all of these things intensely, but just as intense is your urge to turn and run; to keep sleeping on couches and having ephemeral relationships, and to own nothing that can’t be left behind.”

I mean…I couldn’t have said it better myself. This quote is taken from one of my favorite articles written about one of my favorite bands in one of my favorite magazines. Kate Williams on Bright Eyes in NYLON.

It’s days like today (well it’s pretty much everyday) when I really wish I was back in NYC interning with NYLON or just back at school. The real world is less than enticing and I feel like I’m being sucked into a black hole impossible to claw my way out of. Sure, making money is cool. Actually having a positive balance in my checking account is great, but I’m dying to…as Kate so eloquently states, “keep sleeping on couches and having ephemeral relationships, and to own nothing that can’t be left behind.”

Peter Pan Syndrome has cursed me.