Diary of a Finger Popper

Part epicurian, part fashionista, part music elitist, part technology geek, part ranter and all dancer. In short a blog that represents me.

Sunday, December 25, 2005

Happy Chrismukkah all!

As you probably gathered I have a little obsession with the O.C. so for the second year in a row I’ve written a little ditty for Chrismukkah. I don’t really care about the religious aspect of these end-of-the-year festivities ‘cause as far as I can tell what really matters is that you’re sharing happiness in the good company of family and friends. Since I seem to have a knack of spreading happiness via my willingness to make an ass of myself, I figure why not do it with song. Happy Chrismukkah or whatever it is that you celebrate and thanks for stopping by this year.

Follow the link for the tune.

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P.S. I should have at least one more post this year—a list of the best albums and songs I came across.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

My Boho beef or how I hold Kate Moss responsible for the sad state of fashion for society’s better half

Okay so I’ve returned from my BelgoBrItalian adventure and I figure I’d try and milk that vacation for some content.

Boho chic needs to go down. This fashion plague is ridiculously prevalent in England, where Kate Moss is a style icon, to the point where I cannot sit idle and let this atrocity continue.

This look features, ill fitted dresses, unnecessary layers of clothing, dangly beaded jewelry, way-too-big sunglasses, and boots. I haven’t a problem with boots ‘cause nothing perfects an outfit like a fierce set of high kicks that accentuate the sensuous long lines of a lady’s legs. I also haven’t much of a quibble with beaded jewelry as long as it’s tasteful but, the size of the jewelry sported in this look is more appropriate for playground Double Dutch than accessorising an outfit.

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But my main grievance is with he rest of the look, which cannot hit the clearance rack fast enough.

First, gargantuan sunglasses need to be retired. I cannot fathom why a woman would buy glasses that cover a third of her face. A good pair of glasses should compliment the eyes they cover, not create a new set of monstrously ill portioned ones. If you’re using them as a cover-up for all that late night debauchery, Honey, it ain’t working ‘cause huge glasses only make the randoms think you’ve got something to hide (especially when they’re worn indoors).

Secondly, why a woman would want to wear something referred to as a granny dress is beyond me. Granddaughters of Sophia Loren and Grace Kelly aside, when was the last time you looked at your grandma’s outfit and thought it looked good, let alone good enough to wear yourself? Now I understand that the loose cut of a grandma dress might be really comfortable, but when you're in the prime shape of your life why would you want to hide that with a poorly cut dress when you could accentuate your gorgeous figure with a more fitted* dress or skirt?

But without a doubt the unnecessary layers of Boho is the look’s worst fashion atrocity. Jeans and dresses or skirts should never be worn together. Let me repeat that jeans (or any other pants) and dress or skirts should never worn simultaneously. It’s one or the other, not both. The only reason I could fathom why someone might do this is a climate related one. If it’s too cold to wear a dress or skirt than wear pants I’d rather you wear pants and be warm than shiver in a dress or skirt—even if it is a something as gorgeous as this little number. I promise nobody will think less of you for leaving that seductive pencil or A-line in the closet; the time when it was unlady-like for a woman to wear pants has long since past. Now, if you’re wearing a skirt or dress and pants together strictly ‘cause you think it looks good, I’ve got some florescent polka-dot patterned culottes I’d like to sell you.

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So to reiterate no outfit can be considered chic when it looks like you’ve fashioned it by raiding everything in your brother, mother, older sister and grandma’s closets.

*Please note that all fitted dress or skirts worth wearing are comfortable otherwise they are poorly tailored for you and aren’t worth either purchasing or wearing.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Nothing says I love you and please forget that neglect like a fresh post

It’s time that I update this neglected blog in a woefully inadequate attempt to retain what few readers still stop by this thing.

I loathe the precedent the White Stripes' performance on the Daily Show. Sorry Jon but the news shows you parody do not have musical guests—that’s late-night and early morning talk-show material. You so do not want to be associated with the Lenos and Regis and Kellys of the world, Jon.

Despite the potential mucking-up of one of my favourite television shows, I adored/hearted/loved that performance. Especially, drumming by my beloved Meg. Now I’ve always loved Meg’s drumming ‘cause I imagine that simple hard banging style she’s got would be what I’d sound like if I had even a skosh bit of musical talent. But drumming ability aside Meg’s never really done anything to me—that whole raccoon phase didn’t make it easy. Now I’d be reading that Meg was looking quite good these days and I never really gave it much thought till I had to do the ol’
double take when I saw her photo among the collage of the NME’s Cool List*. And Last’s night’s performance of Meg in action only confirm the need for my extra look. So it looks like my mainstream pop crush with indie-cred and my beloved whispy voiced Norwegian dance-pop princess/DJ now have some competition.

Secondly thanks to the wonders of recording technology I was able to quickly catch up on my favourite televised obsession the O.C. I’ve got to say I missed the finishing of a good few story arcs. But I’m glad I saw it this way otherwise the week-long delays between episodes would’ve been almost unbearable. That being said I have a small confession to make: is it wrong that I’ve developed a crush on Talyor Townshead? I say this ‘cause my love for the show is directly proportional to how health of the relationship is of my beloved Sethummer. Still Talyor’s scheming and manipulative plays for Seth were downright brilliant—how genius was that stealing Capitain Oates move! Too bad it appears she’s given up so early and that the rest of the sub-plots seem all but exhausted except for the seasonal testing of the Marissa and Ryan relationship, which the previews made abundantly clear is the next big sub-plot—le sigh.

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P.S. *I don’t care how good the Arctic Monkeys’ dance-floor anthems might be, nobody with the collar of the his polo shirt half-up and half-down can top a cool list. That’s a fashion abomination that’s even worse than full collar popping!