"She's not Chloe, she's Chlo-ish" -- Molly Schildhause.
I’ve been researching Lunchables for the next issue of DECADES. As a result, images of long forgotten packaged goods have been showing up on my computer screen. Like these Lunchable dessert products circa 2000, which helped children eat s’mores without campfire. Until this morning, I had completely forgotten that these snacks were part of my 12-year-old diet.
I’m nostalgic for last week’s Pete and Pete reunion show - a live reunion show oozing with nostalgia for the early ‘90s TV-series about nostalgia. In a surreal gathering at the Orpheum theatre in Los Angeles, the cast and creators of this short lived TV series gathered for an on-stage reunion put on by Cinefamily. To complete the night, the band Polaris performed gems like “Hey Sandy,” “She is Staggering” and “Summerbaby.”
On a stage decorated with astroturf and lawn gnomes, the show’s creators Will McRobb and Chris Viscardi, director Katherine Dieckmann, Little and Big Pete (Danny Tamberelli and Mike Maronna), Ellen Hickle (Alison Fanelli), Joyce and Don Wrigley (Judy Grafe and Hardu Rawls), Artie “The Strongest Man in the World” (Toby Huss), Bus Driver Stu Benedict (Damian Young) and Endless Mike Hellstrom (Rick Gomez) all gathered on stage to reminisce.
This blouse, by designer Mary Katrantzou, serves as inspiration to WRITE MORE. And to not be afraid of using caps lock.
Quin & Hilde, of Stinky Pinkies. Photo by Rose Garrett.
Stinky Pinkies is a gem of a nail salon, and founders/artists Quintessa and Hilde have created a wondrous nail art experience. I wrote about their most recent nail salon pop-up for ScoutMob. Here’s an excerpt:
“Quin has a penchant for painting nails that look like 80s swimwear. ‘This nail is very Versace” she comments looking at her own thumb, which is silver with blue diagonal lines. “I think of the nails as mini abstract paintings,’ Hilde says. ‘With an abstract painting it is typically hyper masculine, painted on a huge canvas. And then here we are, doing something that is seen as petty, on this small space of a nail…’
Sometimes they add appliqués like googly eyes and glitter hearts. They don’t take requests, although they have had some interesting ones, such as a commission for a portrait of Barbara Streisand. And the two never tell their clients when to leave, letting them decide when their nails are complete.”
Full story on ScoutMob.
I would like to own this mask. Maison Martin Margiela, A/W12.
The other weekend I ate an al Pastor taco from El Farolito [pictured below]. It was one of many things I consumed in a three-hour time span when I joined Sophia Lorenzi on her food tour of the Mission. Other stops included Mr. Pollo, Local: Mission Eatery and La Palma, to name a few. I wrote about this adventure for Scoutmob, so enjoy reading that. And this is the soundtrack to the article for no particular reason other than the fact that it is stuck in my head.
Morning Skype call with Matt Yoka.
There was a time when smoothies were not readily available on the East Coast. That time was 2001. I was in Rhode Island that summer visiting my grandmother. Not a smoothie to be found. And at age 13 I was particularly addicted to blended fruit.
So too was my friend Hannah Betterton who joined me and my father on this adventure to RI. Hannah and I would ask for smoothies everywhere we went to no avail.
So we made our own. We went to a small grocery store in Wickford, RI, but they were out of vanilla ice cream (what kind of town IS THIS?!??!). Instead we bought ice cream sandwiches. We had to peel off the chocolate cookie skin that was tightly fused to the ice cream with our bare hands. Our precious phalanges were frozen after this intense exercise. We were able to conjure up some sort of smoothie-esque beverage. It wasn’t anything special.
One day my grandmother came home with two iced beverages. I would argue that they were more akin to slushies then smoothies. She set them on the table for me and Hannah and said, “Here are your damn smoothies. Now you bettah drink them all!”
We completed the drinks. Despite the completion we overheard her telling her friend Ruth over the phone, “I bought them smoothies and they didn’t even finish them!” I don’t understand this allegation.
Why am I thinking of this? Because the other day I went to Humphry Slocombe for ice cream and saw this flavor:
I went with chocolate smoked sea salt.
Voguing underwater. This photo is featured on Sam Culkins new blog I’m S0 Wet.
I learned a lot from this video. Thank you Peter Tschann-Grimm.
