Word is that Thierry Mugler was given the task of desiging B’s “I Am” Tour costumes. 

I’m getting Blade Runner meets Terminator 3 meets The Jungle Book…words escape me at the moment.

Guys?

So yesterday…

After the mini brawl and museum, dudeguy and I headed to my favorite sub-city in LA to do some shopping.  I popped in to Amy Appy to pick up a couple of things that I’ve been craving (namely the  circle vest and mesh dress that I’m still working on making work appropriate).  Afterward, I went down to Goodwill and got a pair of shoes.  Bowling shoes.  

I don’t know how they ended up on sale, and I don’t really care.  

Anyway, as we were walking out to the car, dudeguy says, “hey, did you see that vintage eyeglass shop over there?”

*PAUSE*

Vintage + Eyeglasses = Foam-mouthed Alicia

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“It looks new.  Should we go?”

**already halfway across the street**

I didn’t get the name of the place until after I had tried on about ten pairs and squealed with delight at the shelves full of these frames, wondrous frames, of metal, plastic, and beyond.

It’s Hotel de Ville, but the way.

After all of the running, trying, squealing, and ogling in the adorably ornate mirrors hanging all over, the lovely Dana showed me a pair that made me fall silent.  

1950′s deadstock (read: mint-plus condition) aluminum frames.  With the original felt bag.  I nearly shit a brick.

Please understand that very few things get me this excited: fun socks, insane shoes, Thin Mints, and glasses.  Ambrosia.  

Sure, it may have been the post-purchase high I was already on, or maybe it was the knowledge that the previous two frames in this style were snatched up within hours of them being placed out on the shelves…or maybe it was when they said they could drop my perscription in for a very reasonable fee…or maybe it was because they didn’t cost nearly as much as I thought they would…or maybe even because the staff there were extremely knowledgeable AND opticians;  Whatever.  There was no way in hell that these weren’t going home with me.  And they did.  

No regrets, whatsoever.

Hotel de Ville has two other locations: 7911 Rosewood Ave and 7422 Beverly Blvd.  Of course, none of this matters to me because the 4624 Hollywood Blvd store kicks ass.  They have a mini scotch lounge and cool couches.  Scotch not your thing?  Well, that sucks for you, but the glasses they have should be a huge enough draw.  With 85% vintage frames in stock, you’re bound to find something EXTRA special. 

NOW GO!!!

Sunday was a good day. A very good day.

After picking a therapeutic fight with dudeguy (I have issues with resolving inner conflicts without…umm…socking someone in the arm…), we went out.  To the Museum of Jurassic Technology. 

You all should really go there and be entertained/confused.  That place is really strange - perfect for  a Sunday afternoon and possibly a haunted house during Halloween. 

There’s a cat’s cradle exhibit there.  I FAIL at cat’s cradle. 

Oh, and I spent money.  But two things worked in my favor. 

1 – I knew it was going to happen

2 – I got some really cool stuff. 

More on that when I get back to my camera.

I just realized something.

I spend WAY too much time in the house.  

Really, I spend too much time in front of this computer.

It’s starting to drain my happiness,  energy, and motivation.  

Maybe I’ll go out tomorrow and hit the reset button on this existence of mine.

I hope it doesn’t involve me spending money; Lawd knows what trouble I get in to when I start binge spending.  

((I think too much when I’m at home on Saturday nights ))

[via Pictures of Walls]

Let’s see, I have on a bowler hat, a vintage Brigade Rosse shirt (both courtesy of dudeguy), black jeans, and docs.  If I were living about two and a half decades ago in Europe, I think I would have been stopped by the police or, at the very least, been accused of being a left wing radical.  

If that girl told me that I looked like Blossom one more time today, I think I would have choked her.  I was that irritated. 

I mean…really irritated.  

I hate when people force their lack of cultural reference points on me.  I really do.  

—END RANT—

The WOIs arrived.  As expected, they are insane in real life.  BUT Jessica Simpson gets low marks from me for construction.  Very low marks.  

They’re going back, ya’ll.  I hate to do it, but I can’t wear something that looks the way these do having spent the money that was charged for them.  

Damn shame.   Booooooooooooooooooooooooo.

BUT WAIT!!  That means I get to look for more shoes.  Silver lining, y’all.  Silver lining.

Nothing makes one like a sick pair of earrings. 

S’aint Yacque “Back Stabbers” available on Cocolah.

It’s funny how I know the significance of certain days based on the Google front page, but I digress…

It’s the 40th anniversary of the Very Hungry Caterpillar and Spring is here!!  So enough of this black and grey.  I’ll be redecorating (once again) and adding on a new page where you can, umm, buy stuff.   From me.  I figured it best to keep everything in one location. 

Stay tuned!

I just came back from a mixology contest for Broker’s London Gin at the most exclusive club in Los Angeles.  

*please note that I did not put on this face while I was there*

If any of you are members at the Doheny, please drag me along with you sometime. 

Wearing: thrifted blazer, F21 shirt, Hudson jeans, and Bebe shoes

Because she introduced me to this understated gloriousness that Bofannie is responsible for. 

*Ok, I can no longer blame Molly Cake.  It’s totally Bofannie’s fault for making this thing that we both found to be incredible crave-worthy.

Those of you who have been around for a while know that this is exactly how shopping binges start…let’s hope this isn’t a bad one.  LOL.

I’m currently looking at the following and giving some serious “I want to buy this” consideration:

I have nicknamed them “the wedges of insanity.”  They look perfect enough for spring and crazy enough for me to wear…a lot…

UPDATE: impulse just won out…the WOIs shall be mine tomorrow.  I guess I’ve done 70% of my spring shopping in 2 hours.  Don’t know how I feel about that.

I also have my eye on some vintage brown and black wingtips on ebay…Cross your fingers.   Knowing how today went, I’ll probably get these, too.

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Yeah, April is going to be the next “no buy month.”  March…not so much.