Happy Friday: My Worst (Croc) Nightmare

SICK. Gay marriage is illegal, yet this is not. 

I need you tonight: The Rachel Zoe shirt

From Chris Suave, the graphic design genius who brought you the infamous "Save Anna" t-shirts, it's the Rachel Zoe-inspired version. 

I die. Bananas. 

Amazing. Get 'em at Seven New York. (Too spendy? They'll have a fab Ebay resale value (much like these amazing Comme des Garcons pants. Trust.)

New Beirut video!!!

Featuring the 19-piece Jimenez Band and inspired by Oaxaca, I guess little Zach Condon was recently down Mexico way, too. LOVE the Owen Cook animation!

Repo! The Genetic Opera--all plastic surgery, all the time

Okay, much to my boy's chagrin, I finally succeeded in dragging him to see Darren Lynn Bousman's self-described "Rocky Horror-meets-Bladerunner rock opera," which just now made it out to one indie theater in Tucson. Make no mistake, I knew the film was gonna be crappy, but I had fairly high hopes that it would be so very tasteless that it might be kind of awesome in a Trader Joe's frozen mini-taco kind of way. The verdict: Yeah, it's retarded (though, I guess not completely without merit), but from a socio-beauty perspective, it's a somewhat deft commentary on plastic surgery's role in our society now and in the future.

Maybe that's reading into it too much. Shya thought it was more of a showcase for Paris Hilton to wear slutty outfits. (It was, at times.) And yeah, they ripped Bladerunner and Rocky Horror so hard. But there was something rawther astute in its concept of the near dystopic future, where cosmetic surgery will become so de rigueur that designing your own facade will be more of a societal requirement than an election. For example, in the film, an advertisement for the all-pervasive organ-replacement and surgery corporate monolith Gene Co. features a campy narrator promising a new bone-finishing technique that will, "make your X-Rays look more attractive!" In fact, Paris, in perhaps her best--or most fitting--acting turn ever, plays a pain killer-addled plastic surgery addict who ends up marring her pretty little face in her unscrupulous attempts to continuously chisel her image. Kind of like Lisa Rinna.

Did anyone else actually see this atrocity!? So curious to get some other opinions...

The best place to stay in Tulum

The reason I haven't been posting much lately is that I've been away on possibly one of the best vacations ever in Tulum, Mexico. Sadly, Tulum is most likely on a collision course to becoming the next Cancun (spring break! whoo-hooooo!), but in the meantime, it remains one of the loveliest, most low-key Yucatan destinations. Instead of concrete McResorts, Hard Rock Cafe's and topless, drunk sorority girls, the crazy gorgeous beach is populated by small b&b's and ahem, "eco-chic" Swiss Family Robinson-style huts. Last year, Shya and I stayed at Parayso, which, while we're not exactly picky types, walked on the rather weird side of the plank. Not so much this year: We lucked out and ended up renting a private home and adjoining casita where we comfortably housed our party of nine. 

Anyhoo, besides consuming copious amounts of cerveza and avocados, breaking my foot, running into Todd Selby, laying around in hammocks, and well, drinking more cerveza, we also managed to venture out on a wicked private tour of the Sian Ka'an Biosphere Reserve, where we checked out Mayan ruins in the jungle and ended up straddling life jackets and floating down a crystal blue freshwater canal surrounded by mangroves. (Think uh, Wet n' Wild's lazy river, au natural with tropical fish and stuff.) Good times, good times. Later that evening, we drank some more beer.

If anyone is going to Tulum hit me up yo. I have lots of recommendations!

Is Karolina Kurkova too fat to moddle?

According to Perez, Karolina was deemed too um, "wholesome" for general purveyance in the Victoria's Secret show by the Brazilian press. I have two words for the esteemed journalists involved in that most offensive judgement call:

FUCK. YOU.

How 'bout it? Ugh. This is exactly why teenage girls starve themselves. Pretty sick, huh? Personally, I think she looks like a freakin' goddess. Also, I wonder what the average size of the typical Vickie's customer is? I'm willing to bet it's A LOT more "wholesome" than this...

Happy, Happy Snuggie Day!

Here's hoping you weren't too hungover today. Personally, I watched an unbelievably crappy Comedy Central movie marathon which included but was not limited to: Bachelor Party starring a young Tom Hanks, National Lampoon's Van Wilder (wildly underrated!), Duplex (the chemistry between Ben Stiller and Drew Barrymore is so palpable) and My Boss's Daughter with Ashton Kutcher. Two of these films starred Tara Reid. A most eventful, auspicious way to bring in 2009, no?

P.S.-During the course of this illustrious film festival, this amazing commercial aired approximately 129 times. A blanket with sleeves! Miraculous!