Hopefully no one has noticed that our poor little site has been in utter disarray the last few days. This is in part due to the fact that we’ve been traveling non-stop, and leaving little bits of our things in various countries, including our BlackBerry, which we thought we could live without but in fact could only live without for three hours until we had a meltdown in our school cafe that was only, but quickly, stemmed by going immediately to the T-Mobile store and begging for an art student discount. (Talk to JP at the Powell St store. Dude, we love you.) And we’re moving tomorrow. We have not packed. We have literally not even unpacked our exisiting bags. We are beyond screwed.
We will be back to normal by Friday, we are thinking. In the meantime, we want to say to everyone whose contest entry bounced back: If it bounced back, and you resent it, you are 100% fine. If it didn’t bounce back, you are 100% fine. So please no one worry about that, and we’re sorry we are such dipshits we let our mailbox overflow. The entries are fucking AWESOME.
And we are, as occasionally, looking around for contributors in cities other than SF or London. If you have something you would like to send on a quasi-regular basis, please tell us what it might be and that would be excellent.
I am wondering this: If you were dressing up jeans—not in a super style-y way, just in a don’t-want-to-look-bedraggled way—would you maybe choose gold heels or animal-print heels?
We have been asking ourself\ves these this very question quite a bit lately. We have always been like not at all, at all at all, tempted by the animal-print shoes, and then we saw Mary Kate Olsen’s leopard Mary Janes. Now, the first time we saw them, it was a super-bad photo, and we thought they were zebra-print, which, upon further, and better, inspection, they clearly are not. They are clearly leopard. We are less excited about leopard. Gold, meanwhile, has once and forever been our wedding-event go-to, and they will remain so. We’re not suggesting any “fashion rules” here, but for our money, we feel a little weird in gold shoes and jeans during the day, unless we have a super-good reason to be wearing them. (Awards ceremony, for example.) Our answer: gold at night, animal day, and with the latter, absolutely positively no other crazy wild animal print, unless that is the point. And if it is, hurrah! If not, we like to go very minimal otherwise. But we open the floor to further suggestions and also for more questions, because we love them so much. Send them here.
It is. A sale. Sort of. We are not exactly advocating the purchase of this Chloe “cape-back top,” but we are thinking it is almost (not quite) worth $399 to see exactly what this looks like: “On the back there is a 13″ wide, double-layered attached tail/cape (the best we can describe it) which gives the entire thing a statement-making couture look.” Damn you, Intermix, for not showing the back-of-garment photo. Chloe cape-back top, was $1215, now $399
We were innocently sitting in our video class yesterday when this horrible, awful person starting going on and on about how a certain video we had just watched was “lazy, just so lazy, and so American, blah blah blah, bile bile bile,” and we were truly so infuriated by this, again, horrible person, that we felt dizzy from all the blood rushing to our head. If there is one thing, in our lives, we have had enough of, it is bizarrely smug art students who think they’re being all smart when they’re actually being whiny little brats. It’s like, ugh, you fucking loser—we don’t know. We have plenty of issues with various aspects of our national culture, but the day we start labeling those nasty things “American” is the day—we don’t know. Obviously we are still so agitated we can barely think straight. It’s this: The word “American,” as an adjective, belongs to the user. If the user uses it to mean “hard-working, industrious, believing in a country in which all children have health insurance, etc etc”—then that’s “American,” and it enters the parlance and gains currency as exactly that, and the good people, who believe in our country as that, win. If the user means it to mean “lazy, lazy, blah blah blah,” than it does exactly that. It’s just like, motherfucker, you are helping the evil people win.
This is a very circuitous way of saying this: This weekend, we were talking about the idea of brands, and how their are certain American brands we would prefer not be, you know, what our country is offering to the world: McDonald’s, Coke, and all that horrible Hollywood Jerry Bruckheimer bullshit. We would be much, much happier, if we were represented at some sort of global brand Olympics by Kiehl’s. We just fucking love Kiehl’s. They do good works (beyond sponsoring Everest summit climbs, as above), they make highly effective products, they’re polite and hardworking and understated. So we are exceptionally curious: No matter where you’re from, what brands would you want representing your country at the Brand Olympics? What brand best represents how you view your country? We are aware that the question itself is ridiculously American-y—we just do not think our cousins in Suriname are thinking what brands they use are most Surinamese—but we’re well and truly interested. Please comment below, if you don’t mind, or send us your picks and explanations via e-mail, and from that second group any we put on the site will be rewarded with a small treat. We are wondering what everyone thinks, American included. Thank you for indulging our lunacy.
Kiehl’s charges $13.50 for a lip gloss.
Kielh’s uses their profits to sponsor expensive “assaults” on a mountain so overhyped that there are now traffic jams on the trail.
Sherpas make $8 a day toting same Americans’ shit around the Himalayas so the American jocks don’t have to carry their own weight.
“American” = money to burn, lazy as hell, use servants whenever available.
Not a particularly flattering representation.
The best “brands” to represent this country aren’t brands at all…they’re the small businesses that keep local flavor, originality, and imagination alive in the big cities and small communities across the land. And they’re quickly going extinct.
This is, obviously, the opposite, sort of, of what we were saying, but we may have been driven so wild with anger that we entirely missed our own point, better discussed here. Mm, we can admit when we’re wrong. But we remain interested in this, so if anyone else has thoughts to add, please do so here. We love, more than anything, except possibly our $13.50 Kiehl’s lip balm, independent designers, so maybe we will just make it that. If anyone has anyone else they would like to recommend, we say only: please continue to do so.
Now that we’ve stretched this out as long as humanly possible, we can say: Because of all the e-mail snafus, the contest deadline has been pushed back to today, 5 P.M. Pacific time. And then we will get the judging underway. Hurrah!
So it’s less than a week until Proenza Schouler at Target. (See the ad here.) Honestly, we’re not so excited. We’ll be excited if H&M gets Prada for its next big designer—Madonna not counting, obviously—but we’ve been less and less excited about H&M’s collabs. (Apparently that is the cool way of saying “collaborations.” Tss.) Behnaz? Meh. Tara Jarmon? Meh. And from the early looks, PS looks … we’re going to go with meh. No?
We admit to sort of wanting the logo sweatshirt. Argh.
We are baffled by this. We love it, we hate it. We think it’s hysterical. We … don’t. We are feeling very Vision Quest about the whole thing. What does everyone else think? To be honest, this model looks fairly flat-chested (we say this as a B-cup; we’re not slagging her off here) and we’re thinking super big boobs might be required. That, or … we don’t know. A jump rope. Thoughts, everyone?
Black pants. We have decided that our theme for the moment must be: go with it. This is related no doubt to the fact that we left our cell phone somewhere between Tulum, Mexico, and San Francisco, California, and even if we wanted to be all not-going-with-it, we would have little choice. So: no phones! We’ll see how that goes for a little while. This brings us rather circuitously to the point of black pants. Except denim—and we always have to talk ourselves out of denim and into the black pants—we do not think anything could be quite so go-with-it. Which is why they must really fit. As well as a nice pair of boots, or underwear. If they don’t fit, they’re just trouble.
We know it is super boring but we must, we just absolutely must, open with two pairs of black pants from Alvin Valley. Because. They are. Perfect. We are so anti-not-denim pants, to a really ridiculous degree, but these fit so nicely that could even compare with yoga pants. Or leggings. Or something similarly not-annoying to wear.
Above: These are what we want to wear instead of leggings. We’re so over leggings at the moment, and the way they’ll get all out of shape at the knees if you, say, walk around, or go up stairs. We hate that. Honestly. These are the only pair of black pants we want but do not own, and we will say that if we won our own contest, which we seriously wish we could, we would absolutely put these at the top of our list. Grace trousers, $270
The problem is that we want these just as much, and they’re certainly going to be a lot more forgiving, shape-wise, given the amount of chocolate, cakes, and random boxes of cookies we’ve eaten over the last three days. Alvin Valley Lana pant. Now imagine these with slightly different pockets, and you have the Alvin Valley Veronica pant ($270), and we are nearly as in love with them.
These may be our perfect cropped black pants. Or they may not be. We are thinking it depends really quite a bit on the personal height of the pants-wearer. However: on sale! Making fit-risks that much more palatable. Diane von Furstenberg Genova pants, were $264, now $79.20
We love it when the casual :: expensive ratio is completely inverse. Er, you know, not in line. Fairly casual, super expensive, is what we’re trying to say. Lover Patch Knee cords, $288
Yay! So we have more entries. Which have of course overloaded our e-mail account. Fuck. This ranks with leaving our cell phone somewhere in Mexico. Would-be applicants, we apologize: please send entries to chief@bunnyshop.org. More details tomorrow but we will extend the deadline to deal with this.
