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In top on January 27, 2013 at 8:15am01


1. If you could choose your accoutrements what would they be?

An Adolfo ensemble, a Prada loafer, Dannijo ‘Joan’ earrings and a pair of Ann Demeulemeester gloves.



2. In your opinion, will we one day look back on the MLB doping crackdown as a form of McCarthyism?

What kind of question is that?

3. Well, you’re a  baseball cap and so I figured… You know what? You’re right. I will strike it. K… Struck. If you could return as any person or thing what would it be?

That enfant terrible of the rap game, ASAP Rocky. Because he’s very cool and I’m hoping some of it will rub off on me. I’m not ashamed of that.


4. Are you Team Leroy or Team Rhoda?




I’d have to say, Team Leroy. Is brevity the soul of wit? Not to ol’ Leroy it ain’t.

5. You might or might not know this — I’m sure you don’t. You’re a Brit, after all. Anyway, Reince Priebus is the newly re-elected head of the U.S. Republican National Committee, all very uninteresting stuff to the fashion sect and so we won’t spend another moment on that. But we will spend a moment on the most important thing about Mr. Priebus and that is that his name is Reince Priebus. With this in mind, can you give me a fun scenario using Mr. Priebus’ amazing name?

Oh, this is great. Okay, let me set the scene. Young couple. On their honeymoon. She’s rich, driven and horrible while he felt it was time to make an honest woman out of her so he could stop working and live the good life. With that said, you get what you pay for, “I can’t believe I married such an idiot! How could you forget to pack my Reince Priebus?! But yet here we are on our honeymoon and I’m without it! Oh my god, I’m itching just thinking about it. I can’t go outside! I’m gonna have to stay in this horrible room the entire time because the sad excuse for flesh that I just married didn’t have enough bandwidth to check and make sure my Reince Priebuses were packed before we left on our honeymoon to a place thousands of miles from our home in the United States! Mummy was right! I married a lemon! I married a sad and stupid lemon!


6. Please, please tell me you have another one. Do you have another one?

You’re in luck! A couple in their 60s. Hailing from Minnesota. Camping in Yellowstone. He’s out taking a morning tinkle when he spots it! Unable to move because he’s currently indisposed, he harshly whispers to the wife who’s inside the tent, removing pink, sponge rollers from her hair with the demeanor of a lady who has just popped a quaalude because she has just popped a quaalude, “Ethel! Get the goddamn camera! It’s a goddamn Rience Priebus! They’re not gonna believe this back home. They are not gonna believe it! Man alive, it’s Reince goddamn Priebus! Eth-el?!” A googly-eyed Ethel pokes her head out of the tent, “Woo-hoo!”

7. I promise this is the last time I’ll ask. Please?

Okay. But this is it. I’m all out of creative juices. *deep breath* Two scientists. In a lab teeming with Bunsen burners and other lab-type things. They stare wide-eyed, almost frightened, into a small, glass container housing something that looks like a tiny, spinning Milky Way, “My god, what have we done?” “We’ve just created a Reince Priebus.” “They said it couldn’t be done.” “But we did it.” “Do you think in that container there are microscopic dung beetles using the Reince Priebus for navigational purposes? Ya know, since dung beetles here on earth use our Reince Priebus for navigational purposes?” “Focus, man.” “My apologies.” “If we lift this lid, our planet will be nothing more than a memory. The moment oxygen hits it there won’t be enough matter left to know we were ever even here.” “There’s only one thing to do.” “What’s that?” “Sell the Reince Priebus to Google for billions of dollars so we can peace-out of this thankless job and live like real Gs. Like Google Gs.” “That sounds fantastic but what if Google decides to lift the lid?” “You have a point. Shit…”

dung beetle

8. Do you have any parting words for the woman returning you to the store for the 3rd time because she can’t make up her mind?

I think Mr. Ingram put it pretty eloquently…

9. And if she should want you back?

Yah mo be there, of course.


In top on June 1, 2012 at 8:15pm06

*By request, we were only allowed one question.

1. If you had one wish what would it be?

For all to understand the importance of “Strange Fruit.”

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

                                                                          — Abel Meeropol


In top on May 9, 2011 at 8:15pm05

1. If you could style yourself what would be the accoutrements?

A Rochas satin full skirt, a Malene Birger two-pocket knit, Pierre Hardy wedges and a pair of Coralia Leets gray pearl earrings.

2. Is there a pose an autobiographical fashion blogger should never leave home without?

A pigeon toe, incurve variant, when posing for pictures.

3. What is the perfect way to spend the day?

Tinigua National Park located in the Colombian Amazon, atop the head of an ornithologist who has recently started coming up with cartoon submissions for The New Yorker as a way to pass the time while waiting for the ever elusive Salvin’s Curassow to appear.

4. Can you give us a sample of her work?

Sure. It’s akin to this sort of haunting, “Po-hic. Po ho ho hoo… Po-hic. Po ho ho hoo… Po-hic. Po —

5.  I was thinking more in terms of the ornithologist’s cartoon submissions. Can you give us a sample of her work?

Oh. Slight misunderstanding. With that said,  it feels like a betrayal. Then again, it appears no one actually visits this site;  therefore, what will really be the harm, right? I should be fine, right?

6. Are you going to give me the sample or not?

Fine. Against my better judgment, here you go: A cow unknowingly samples the milk of her clone. The caption reads, “This tastes familiar.”

7. If not you then what?

The Etro suede safari hat.

8. If you were to ever pen an autobiography what would be the title?

“The Hat Who Didn’t Know Enough”

9.  If you could choose to return as any person or thing what would it be?

Sam Elliot’s smirk.