best. hair. ever.

Christian Dior Ready-to-Wear Spring 2009

images: style.com

where is tyra when i need her?

I need to marathon some America's Next Top Model and practice smiling with my eyes. I've been on a not-so-great picture streak as of late, and I think I need to start paying more attention to Ms. Banks' words of wisdom. And perhaps create some new rules of my own.

1) Watch the bitchface. Why so serious?

2) It's okay to smile. When you're nervous about getting your photograph taken and you try not to smile, you can easily look pinched. (Does the outfit look familiar?)

3) Use eyecream. I'm no Lauren Conrad, but I think I see something developing at the outer corners of my 27-year old eyes.

4) The most important rule of all is actually a two-parter.
a) Modest above-the-knee dresses become significantly shorter when sitting.
b) This indecency is made infinitely worse by SITTING ON A MIRROR!

And now that I've scarred you by almost showing you my ladybits, I'm off to Silver and Gold!

the last two photos are by Digital Crush, from Sugar and Creative Context, respectively

hello, babies. welcome to earth.

Well, I'm back. A lot's happened since I was last posting regularly. Voluminous trousers took over the runway, Dollhouse went batty, Jemma Kidd launched her cosmetics line at Target, the future of Project Runway got all confusing, the Large Hadron Collider was fired up, and I got this Go International Richard Chai dress on super sale. But the big story, for me anyway, the one that had me postponing my return to blogging even further since I couldn't figure out what to say about it, was the death of David Foster Wallace.

I can't bring myself to eulogize Wallace. I could never do him or his work justice, and I could never adequately explain how dearly I loved his writing. What I can say is that with Wallace's suicide and the loss of Kurt Vonnegut last year, I'll never be able to read a new work by my two favorite science fiction writers again (though to call them science fiction writers is such a gross over-simplification). They have left such an incredible gaping hole.

So instead of trying to say something that would do Mr. Wallace's memory justice, I'm just going to share my favorite Vonnegut quote that I always repeat to myself when things are dark. From God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater :

Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.’

David Foster Wallace 1962-2008

and...i'm ranting

Hello friends. Just wanted to give you a heads up that A Tiny Machine hasn't disappeared forever. I moved into a new place in August and had a plan to share wireless with my neighbors. However, after a few weeks that fell through, and because of my difficult schedule, Comcast couldn't come by until this morning. I went straight home after the Walker After Hours last night to be certain that I would be awake and available between the hours of 8:00 and 12:00. But apparently, the internet guy didn't ring my buzzer when he came by. He called me and my phone didn't ring. So as I was waiting patiently to finally have to have blogging at my fingertips, he was outside my apartment canceling my appointment. Needless to say, I'm a little frustrated. They'll now be coming by in a week and a half and I'll be back to blogging about beauty, fashion and general nerdery. In the meantime, check out my article about New York Fashion Week on The Rake.