Monthly Archives: March 2010

Thoughts (not my own) On Lying

I was reviewing my post on Lady GaGa from the other day and it occurs to me that I have accumulated some fantastic quotations about lying over there years. Here are some of my favorites:

“People need good lies. There are too many bad ones.” – Kurt Vonnegut

“The idea is that when many lies are told, unfettered by immediate comparison to fact, they end up comprising a kind of truth. On that truth too lies can be based.” – Jesse Ball, on the structure of a verisylum (an asylum for chronic liars), in the novel Samedi the Deafness

“Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off. But it’s better if you do.” – as made famous by Alice Ayres/Jane Jones, as played by Natalie Portman in the movie Closer, based on Patrick Marber’s play Closer

Your own father said that artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.” – V, from V for Vendetta

“What I’ve discovered is that in art, as in music, there’s a lot of truth-and then there’s a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth, but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for, my moment. It’s the moment that the audience falls in love.” – Lady GaGa

These are just off the top of my head. I’m missing some important people who probably have something profound to say about lying: Andy Warhol, Woody Allen, Winston Churchill, William Shakespeare. Leave your favorite quotation about lying in the comments.

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Stripes

First of all, I would like to apologize for moaning about the weather yesterday because today is much worse. Thank you, weather gods, for putting everything in perspective by sending us a monsoon. Now please bugger off and bring me happy, sunny spring weather instead of attempting to drown me in the subway.

Secondly, and more importantly, I have been thinking about striped shirts a lot lately. I have been seeing them around the internet as part of a sailor thing or as part of a French thing. To me, though, the ultimate striped shirt inspiration is neither nautical nor French. Nobody rocked the horizontal stripes like Picasso, pictured above, and it is my wish to wear them with the same careless, polished ease that he did.

Examples of striped shirts I like after the jump.

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Weather-Appropriate Logic

It’s funny how much difference weather can make. On sunny Mondays I am happy and generally productive. I don’t mind cleaning the apartment or going grocery shopping or doing something culturally enriching such as going to a museum, visiting a bookstore, or staring longingly at the diamonds on the second floor of Tiffanys. On ugly-ass crappy Mondays like today, I am completely, 100% worthless. Today I ate left-over pizza while lying on my living room floor, actually did laundry but then got halfway through folding it and gave up, and finished reading that Patricia Marx book (see McNally Jackson, Addiction, Narcissism) while hiding under a mountain of unfolded laundry. This means that I have accomplished one half of one item (the laundry) on my to-do list for today. And because it is so crappy out and because my brain is refusing to do anything useful, I have also established a new logic in which the only way I could become productive for the rest of the day is if I were this beautifully styled woman with this perfect pink handbag and the most gorgeous shoes I have ever seen in my entire life:

I believe it is time for a nap.

Perfectly styled woman from The Sartorialist.

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Vintage Cocktails

I am going to apologize right now for the lack of entertaining posts today. I spent yesterday stress drinking my way through a basketball game and then did a lot of celebratory drinking and now it is rainy and grey and gross and I’m not sure how much of my brain is working. You can tell because I can’t even compose sentences properly.

That being said, I saw this book in McNally Jasckson yesterday and now I’m really regretting not bringing it home with me. It’s basically a picture book for alcoholics. There are giant, pretty pictures of cocktails on every right-hand page and giant, scrawled recipes on every left-hand page. The recipes really look like someone wrote them on a cocktail napkin with a crayon. The book is entirely charming and I want it so I can roll around in my dark cave of an apartment and avoid chores and look at pretty pictures of drinks.

Vintage Cocktails on Amazon

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Fame Monster

Today Vanity Fair’s blog posted some snippets from a recent profile on Lady GaGa. Among other things (see just about any other post on this blog), I am obsessed with fame. I love everything about it: famous people, being famous, being around famous people, etc. Andy Warhol’s obsession with fame is my primary inspiration for my own obsession. Sometimes when Lady GaGa says these things I am reminded of him. Enjoy.

• “A year from now, I could go away, and people might say, ‘Gosh, what ever happened to that girl who never wore pants?’ But how wonderfully memorable 30 years from now, when they say, ‘Do you remember Gaga and her bubbles?’ Because, for a minute, everybody in that room will forget every sad, painful thing in their lives, and they’ll just live in my bubble world.”

• “I don’t like Los Angeles. The people are awful and terribly shallow, and everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to play the game. I’m from New York. I will kill to get what I need.”

• “I feel that if I can show my demise artistically to the public, I can somehow cure my own legend.”

• “What I’ve discovered is that in art, as in music, there’s a lot of truth-and then there’s a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth, but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for, my moment. It’s the moment that the audience falls in love.”

• “Pop stars should not eat.”

• “I don’t know if this is too much for your magazine, but I can actually mentally give myself an orgasm.”

• “She’s sleeping.” [“She” referring to Gaga’s hair-bow.]

From VF Daily.

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McNally Jackson, Addiction, Narcissism

Today I went to check out the new McNally Jackson cafe in person with my fabulous friend Alice. The cafe was super cute, the coffee was amazing, and I got two books. I should admit at this point that I have a serious, serious book problem. Books are like crack to me. No matter how many I have or how many books I am currently reading, I always needs more. One of my New Year’s Resolutions for 2010 was to stop buying books until I had read all the books I have. I lasted about two months and then started buying more books. I ran out of shelf space a long time ago. There are always books in my bed, stacked on my bedside table, piled on my desk, on the floor of my living room, etc. It’s a serious problem.

In any case, I felt obligated to get one of these books today because it appears to tap into a recurring theme in my life. Him Her Him Again The End of Him by Patricia Marx is supposedly about this girl who is obsessed with this guy and according to the back cover “By ‘obsessed,’ we mean, well … sex and lusting and longing and hoping and waiting for this cad who is spread too thin.” I’ve only read the first 35 pages and already Marx’s prose is getting a little grating, but I love this quotation:

“You know what I think it really was? He was a narcissist. I love narcissists – even more than they love themselves. You don’t have to buoy them up. They are their own razzle-dazzle show and you are the blessed, favored with a front-row seat.” (31)

How do you not love that? I mean the quote, not the narcissist. Actually scratch that, I mean the narcissist too.

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Norma Kamali Sunglasses

I have been obsessed with and devoted to Wayfarers for a while now. I have a black pair and a red pair and I love both of them. When I saw I Am A Greedy Girl’s post on Norma Kamali this week I fell in love instantly. They remind me of Wayfarers but with perhaps just a little more flair. I’m not sure which ones I like the most yet. Right now my favorites are:

From Caroline Duke on I Am A Greedy Girl. Sunglasses from Norma Kamali.

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