Rock T-Shirts That Rule

When I was a teen, I remember the excitement of arriving at a music venue to see one of my favorite bands perform and going right to the merchandise stand to see what the T-shirts looked like. If I liked the artist or band, there was no question about the fact that I would splurge on a tee. (I still have many of the ticket stubs but I regret not saving all those T-shirts.) Then I grew up and stopped buying rock shirts, but I've made some good purchases this year. It started with a Wilco tee; I loved the color and the design (see it above) and when I found out it was made of a bamboo and organic cotton blend, I was sold ("it's eco-friendly" is one of my favorite rationalizations these days). At yesterday's Radiohead show at the Hollywood Bowl, I was tempted again. The shirts come from the band's merchandising company, called W.A.S.T.E. (We Are Sensibly Talking Endlessly), and it's made of a polyester that comes from the fibers of recycled plastic bottles and organic cotton. Yep, easy sale; I got one for me and one for Mr. MVP (both pictured).

Some Days....

Photo taken in Venice, CA.

Spam Praise

The subject line of the message above, found in my spam folder, reads:
Obama Comes Clean: "I'm an Elitist, Ultra-Liberal Bastard."

I don't have a haiku to write about this one. I have only one question: What's wrong with that?!

Mexican Wrestlers in Wine

Photos taken in Baja, Mexico.

Now, the song stuck in my head: "Mexican Wine" by Fountains of Wayne.

Mexican Mermaids

Photos taken during a weekend trip to Baja, Mexico for a friend's wedding.

Henry and Henry VIII

On the left: Henry George Herbert (he's that big because he ate George and Herbert). On the right: Henry VIII. I previously posted about them here.

Farewell to Heel Hell

The sneakered legs in the photo above belong to a dancer at a Palm Springs nightclub. He was busting moves on a platform, wearing only sneakers and a pair of snug briefs that were stuffed with folded up bills from the loyal following of mostly fellows at the club (plus a smattering of women out for bachelorette nights), but I was more interested in his choice of footwear than anything else. He was wearing sensible shoes! The most fashionable footwear choices are rarely the most comfortable. This is not a late breaking news report, but I recently made a visit to my tailor with some jeans that had been folded up and neglected in my closet because they were hemmed to be worn with heels. It takes a lot to get me into a pair of heels these days and it felt liberating to make this concession and to admit that I'm tired of unnecessary back pain, shin pain, toe pain, and ball of foot pain. I like to walk in comfort. After taking up the jeans, I parted ways with the heels that had been stuck in shoe boxes at the back of the closet. Well, I held onto two vintage pairs: strappy Chanel heels with signature chain details and an open-toed gold pair of sling-backs—but I'll wear these on special occasions with dresses or skirts (better to show off legs, anyway). I won't go so far as to wear running shoes daily like Mr. Go-Go Palm Springs but I will stick to my kitten heels and cute flats for jeans. Sensible enough. Or, if I decide to go out on a limb and embrace the old-is-new, nod-to-the-80s trend of darted and rolled up cuff jeans, I'll be all set.