ok- so i'm going overboard on watches- but everyone is trying to be so slick with it- disgusing it as jewelry, making it be a boarding pass, pretending like it can talk - - can't a watch just be a watch & tell time for fuck's sake???
If you’ve ever flown from Europe to Asia with multiple stops in between (and I have!), you would definitely appreciate this watch. Ticketime is a boarding pass as well as a wristwatch given out by the airline for use during the journey.
The fringe of the ticket is made of electronic paper that can be torn off and strapped to your wrist like a watch at time of boarding. The airline presets the watch to the destination timezone and you get to continue to wear it until you board your return flight. Upon check in for the flight back, the watch must be returned to the airline.
http://www.yankodesign.com/2008/04/29/timezones-and-ticketime/
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when kanye was singing sky high, he must have been singing about these!
i don't usually download an entire album - but this one is worth it. all the tracks are smooth & melodically pleasing as well as lyrically simple, yet poignant- a few standouts:
...not that it ever left!! i have been bleaching, ripping & tie dying my jeans since high school- and wearing them regardless if they are in style!!
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this bitch is bad!
Long before Iman, Naomi, or Tyra ever set a stiletto on the catwalk, Donyale Luna was strutting her way across the globe. Born Peggy Anne Freeman, Luna grew up in Detroit, where her home life was far from idyllic (her father was murdered when she was 18). The following year, photographer David McCabe spotted the lithesome beauty on the street, and it wasn't long before she was pursuing modeling in New York City. Her arrival in 1964 had magazine editors and designers competing to book the singular-looking teen.
"Back in Detroit I wasn't considered beautiful or anything, but here I'm different," Luna explained of her success. "They were looking for a new kind of model, a girl who is beautiful like you've never seen before." With her spellbinding features, ultramarine contact lenses, and seemingly endless limbs (she was 6' 2"), she certainly fit the bill. And at the height of her career, she charged a hefty day rate of $60 because, as she succinctly put it, "Being what I am, I can get what I ask."
As much a child of the sixties as the face of it, Luna spent her off-hours partying at Andy Warhol's Factory and canoodling with the likes of Rolling Stones rocker Brian Jones and sometime paramour Klaus Kinski. Her nightlife pursuits took their toll on both her career and her health, and on May 17, 1979, she was pronounced dead from a drug overdose at a clinic in Rome. But not before her beauty was immortalized in Fellini's Satyricon,The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus, and several of Warhol's films, as well as in the pages of Paris Match,Harper's Bazaar, and Vogue.
i never wear earrings! for some reason i feel like it looks too contrived. (don't ask?!) anytime i try, it usually ends up with them in my purse before i even get to where i'm going- until now... this oversized sequined knot is the perfect compliment to any outfit- me, i would rock it w. just a white tank & jeans.
