la famiglia

"Bonasera, Bonasera, what have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, this scum who ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day. And if by some chance an honest man like yourself made enemies they would become my enemies. And then, they would fear you."

- Don Vito Corleone

The cool kids table

It's like the most popular kids in high school all sitting at the same lunch table. Can I come hang out?
Top to bottom we have Halston, best known for his Ultrasuede Dress, a flock of beautiful phillies as his entourage and fantastic disco wear draping. Yves Saint Laurent, the protégé of Christian Dior that made a name for himself in the hard to crack circle of elite Paris designers, over the top dresses and shows, perfume and cosmetic line, above all raising the standards of elegance and glamor in womans wear. Mary Aquant who gave us the mini skirt, COLOR and changed the face of fun youth fashion in the UK, shortly after the US caught up and joined the party. Diane Von Furstenberg, the bell of the ball, gave us the wrap dress. She made women feel comfortable with their curves by using the Chignon approach that is used in hair, and instead applied it to her dresses. Genius! Last but not least, CK1 aka Calvin Klein. CK1 brought us back to the basics with his over yet glorious use of simple lines, black white and greys galore and the time tested and mother unapproved heroin chic. What a line up! This is just a humble homage to the people who inspire me to do better, dress fresher and look at fashion with a different pair of eyes. Thanks cool kids, and thank you studio 54 aka Stevie Rubel for being the lunch table that they supped upon. 

Memories and Monuments



We made it! Welcome to the big "A" kids!

So stoked to be back home. It's like I never left....

No really. Conchas house is as creepy as ever.



Cinematic Genepool

Sweet faced Sofia here with a vintage air....Haw-lin was kind enough to post a picture of vintage Sofia and I thought I would set my over achiever status in stone and find even better ones. When Francis Ford Coppola is your father and Roman Coppola is your brother it's hard to go astray in the film world. How intense their family dinners must be.....Pasta, vino, screen play read overs, character dissection and un sacco di amore. Being a Coppola must be the bees knees, but I would not trade my kin for all the indie film festival awards in the world.

Happy Birthday Jackie - Love Elvis

Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions
And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six
The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks
Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel..

Elvis Costello's 1983 first #1 hit - Everyday I write the book <3

BCAccessoriZeBG

Here are some of my favorites from Sir Max Azira's SS12 collection. This one is dedicated to all of you who don't want to look like all of the cochella minded rubes in Free People 345.00 dollar "hippy cuffs" and OU "Aztec pentants". Let's move on people, it's snowing on the beach.

Top to Bottom

Seed Bead Neckless 158.00
Metal Fringe Cuff 118.00
Chrissy Clutch $108.00

www.bcbg.com

1952

Wild Orphan by Allen Ginsberg

Blandly mother
takes him strolling
by railroad and by river
--he's the son of the absconded
hot rod angel--
and he imagines cars
and rides them in his dreams,

so lonely growing up among
the imaginary automobiles
and dead souls of Tarrytown

to create
out of his own imagination
the beauty of his wild
forebears--a mythology
he cannot inherit.

Will he later hallucinate
his gods? Waking
among mysteries with
an insane gleam
of recollection?

The recognition--
something so rare
in his soul,
met only in dreams
--nostalgias
of another life.

A question of the soul.
And the injured
losing their injury
in their innocence
--a co*k, a cross,
an excellence of love.

And the father grieves
in flophouse
complexities of memory
a thousand miles
away, unknowing
of the unexpected
youthful stranger
bumming toward his door.

New York, April 13, 1952