perfect party pajamas

Once again we are referencing one of our favorite blogs, GiantPantsOfThe30s, which recently featured these breathtaking hostess pajamas. We are the iconoclasts of the Manolosphere in adoring proper pj’s for party or casual wear. These are good enough for the Museum of Fine Arts, so do not doubt they are good enough for your next dinner party, where you will channel Katherine Hepburn or Carole Lombard, depending on your mood, your hair colour, and whether your gimlet contains vodka or gin.

We’re back! Thanks to Ubuntu upgrades for taking my computer offline for the past half-week. It was lovely to be welcomed back to the interwebs by Philosopher King Bill Murray, seen here nattering on adorably on the subjects of spiced rum, Wes Anderson, and quality Madras pants.

Bill Murray in Madras in Cannes

Oh, Bill Murray, will  you marry me? Or at least lend me that jacket? Once a preppie, always a preppie; check out the topsiders and Wayfarers. Bill Murray is the true Midlife Maharajah of Madras.

Bobby Flay, eh

I’ve been house-sitting for the past two months, and while this palatial abode comes with Netflix, wifi, and a couple of hundred tv channels, I’ve got Food Network on basically 24/7. Can’t imagine why…

I like a man who knows how to handle his condiments

Leather-clad, badass ginger with fondness for the ponies, a possible attitude problem and an affinity for feats of athleticism? I’m signing up for THAT tasting menu!

We’re slowly catching up on our imaginary-prize-giving for the Caption Contests. Come back with us to an earlier time. A simpler time. A significantly less fabulous time: the Nineties!

Nirvana and RuPaul

They were, without question, the worst Supremes cover band of all time.

Congratulations and imaginary swag to igirl99, a second-time winner, if my memory does not fail me. For her victory, we shall award her a case of black smudge stick eye liner from Stila and the very plaid, very 90′s Eugenia Kim black and beige ‘Sammy’ trooper hat from Bluefly.

Smells like…VICTORY!

Wonk Eye is all in the family

No, it’s not a cougar/cub prowling pack trying to make winky eye contact: it’s genetics, and proof, as if more proof were needed, that there are some things that cannot be corrected by surgical intervention. Something to think about before making the choice to reproduce, eh Paris?

Helen Mirren and Judi Dench take over the WORLD

It’s their world. We just live in it. Sure, sure, only one of them has reproduced, but just think how much greater the world would be if we all had a little of that DNA.

You know what to do: do it to Kreeper Karl in the Komments!

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