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Photoshoot: My Favorite Things

Happy Thanksgiving, friends! While I’m letting the pumpkin soup stew, I thought I’d take a quick moment to share with you my new collection: My Favorite Things. I couldn’t stop humming the song during my first photoshoot. I say “first” because my computer ate half the images, and I had to reshoot. Yes, there were tears, but then I just belted out the chorus and felt better.

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

After you’re bored with football and too fat on turkey to do anything but surf the Internet, mosey on over to my store and grab a print for that art lover on your holiday list.
(Free shipping in U.S. and Canada plus a free goodie with purchase through Dec. 10!)


My Favorite Things

All that glitters
(Sequins, inspiration, creativity, the glint in your eye)

My Favorite Things

Photography
(Vintage cameras, family pictures, capturing THE moment, classic movies)

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My Favorite Things

Travel
(Vintage globes, the places I’ve lived, the road home, the places I haven’t been but dream of going to)

My Favorite Things
My Favorite Things

Palm trees
(Moonlit walks on the beach, basking in the summer, swaying in the breeze, lining the streets of L.A.)

My Favorite Things
My Favorite Things

Music
(Dad’s old records, the sound of an acoustic guitar, loud rock concerts, singing along at the top of my lungs)

My Favorite Things

Books
(Pastel-bound novels, anything by Jack Kerouac or Ernest Hemingway, well-worn paperbacks on a lazy weekend)

My Favorite Things

Love
(It’s all around you)

Tune Time: The Growlers

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These guys have been on full rotation on the iPizzy ever since seeing them open for Julian Casablancas. Equal parts Jim Morrison, The Coral, surf guitar and psychedelic, this SoCal band is downright infectious. They’re like some hybrid mescaline-in-the-desert trip meets surfing-with-your-eyes-closed adventure. During their performance last Friday night, I leaned over to Husband and concert-whispered in his ear. “They’re putting me in a trance,” I said. “And I like it.”

Twilight Mood Runs Hot, Cold

Last year I was over the moon (haha, sometimes puns are all I have, friends) about the misty, hazy, blue-tone mood of “Twilight.” It felt cold. It felt mysterious. It felt like teenage wasteland.

See?

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As I sat through “New Moon” last Friday, generally pleased with the quality of the effects and the percentage of screen time devoted to shirtless dudes, I couldn’t help but think that something was missing. After a careful study of the stills I concluded that it was the hue.

See?

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Do I spy warmth? An Orton-esque glow? Saturation? In case you missed it, witness the side-by-side comparison.

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Generally I am a fan of saturated color, but I think that in losing the gray-blue tint the sequel lost some of its oomph, some of its edge, some of its otherworldliness, some of its style. That doesn’t mean I’m not already counting the days till “Eclipse” comes out. (June 30, in case you want to draw a heart around the date on your calendars.)

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In the meantime it would be a crime against hilarity if I didn’t share this with you. Satirist Jen Lancaster wrote the most amazing summary of “New Moon” — complete with action-figure re-enactments — that you must read. Seriously. Click on the link now. It was making the rounds at work, and I laughed so hard I teared up in the office, so I insist you do the same.

Fashion Rewind: Charade

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While you’re on holiday you decide it’s no use. You don’t love your husband. You’re going to get a divorce. It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you just met smokingly handsome Cary Grant (even though he will be going back to Paris the same time as you). Before you can confront your husband, though, you return to find him dead and your apartment empty. Quelle horreur! Turns out your husband didn’t have very many friends, and the people who do show up to the funeral only want to make sure he’s really dead. Then a CIA agent tells you that your life is in danger unless you find $250,000 your husband somehow squirreled away. But you have no idea where it is. Or who to trust. Maybe Cary Grant? He is so charming, even if he lied to you about his name. More than once.

You might be having a nervous breakdown in a phone booth while a strange man drops matches on you, but at least you look pretty, as always, because you’re Audrey Hepburn.

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DIY Necklace Storage

I remember loving the accordion necklace holder my mom had when I was little. All those necklaces, bright and pretty on the wall, made me so happy. Only problem was as soon as you turned your back, those strands would get into all kinds of fights and entangle themselves in one another’s business. Recently I came across a similar accordion at an antique store. Lo and behold, all the antique necklaces were clumped together in a big mess, holding each other in headlocks. Oh, the tangles!

Then I had quite possibly the most brilliant idea ever. Clear push pins! Yes! And in an accordion pattern for visual depth! I don’t claim to be the most elaborate do-it-yourselfer, but when I get an idea that works, I will share it, friends. Check it out.

My necklace collection (which includes some of my mom’s old pieces) plays nice on these push pins, even when I’m not looking. And believe me I’ve tested them.

Link Love 11.12.09

This week has been hectic. Take work (which has been even more demanding than usual with the rollout of a new computer system), plus the condo complex’s never-ending paint project (which entails men yelling at the top of their lungs outside my window at 7 a.m.), plus more than 400 blogs unread in Google Reader, and you’ve got an exhausted Little Gray Pixel. I managed to carve out a little time this morning to catch up on some fun links I’d like to share with you.

Wish List 11.11.09

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There’s something about this Thief and Bandit fabric necklace that hypnotizes me. I know I’m not alone; these puppies are selling like hotcakes.

“Wear me, wear me, I’m awesome,” it says to me. And I’m relieved because really, I’ve heard all kinds of crazy stories about people acting like chickens when they are under the power of suggestion, and I don’t think I’d appreciate this necklace if I were clucking around and kicking my legs sporadically.

Fashion Forward: Capes and Capelets

“Oh! grandmother,” she said, “what big ears you have!”
“All the better to hear you with, my child,” was the reply.
“But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!” she said.
“All the better to see you with, my dear.”
“But, grandmother, what large hands you have!”
“All the better to hug you with.”
“Oh! but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have!”
“All the better to eat you with!”
And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and swallowed up Red Riding Hood.

Capes should come with a warning: Do not trust wolves. Not even Jacob from the “Twilight” series. Not even Scott Wolf (whose abrupt return to television with the series “V” should be enough to raise suspicion).

Wolves aside, though, capes should be worn with playful whimsy this season, and worn as often as possible. Consider this an order from the fashion police (who rest assured are not wolves).

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Enderby
Psst, friends: Meg at Enderby is offering 20% off any item in her store for the rest of the week.
Simply type “Gray Pixel” in a convo to her, and she’ll make it happen. Thanks, Meg!

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100 Movies: 48, 49

And the countdown continues in my quest to watch and find something inspiring in every single one of Yahoo’s 100 Movies to See Before You Die

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Count Orlok: Is this your wife? What a lovely throat.

The filmmakers couldn’t get the rights to Bram Stoker’s “Dracula,” so they fudged it. “Vampire” became “Nosferatu.” “Dracula” became “Orlok.” As much as they bent the story to match the elusive novel, they changed one thing: In the movie, the vampire is harmed by sunlight, the first instance of such a thing. And this one idea has since influenced vampire lore. It goes to show that the smallest idea can be the most important.

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Sally Albright: Well, if you must know, it was because he was very jealous,
and I had these days of the week underpants.

Harry Burns: Ehhhh. I’m sorry. I need the judges ruling on this. “Days of the weeks underpants”?
Sally Albright: Yes. They had the days of the week on them, and I thought they were sort of funny. And then one day Sheldon says to me, “You never wear Sunday.” It was all suspicious. Where was Sunday? Where had I left Sunday? And I told him, and he didn’t believe me.
Harry Burns: What?
Sally Albright: They don’t make Sunday.
Harry Burns: Why not?
Sally Albright: Because of God.

I love this movie so much that not too long ago I used it as inspiration for a Chic for Cheap post. The dialogue is simultaneously hilarious and true. (Husband swears that the bit about how men and women can’t be friends is spot on.) As for me, I’m most inspired by the scene when Harry and Sally are shopping at the mall and end up singing “Surrey With the Fringe on Top.” Who cares if your ex shows up while you’re making a fool of yourself? Life is short; sing at the top of your tone-deaf lungs.

Photoshoot: Craptastic Julian Casablancas Concert

The title of this post is misleading. It wasn’t the show that was craptastic; it was the quality of the images I managed to capture with my cellphone camera, surprise, surprise.

See how I elegantly framed this shot to show you the intricate architecture of this original Vaudeville-circuit Orpheum theater. Nah, not really, that’s just my craptastic cellphone camera with its one setting. Read: no zoom, no focus. (Oddly, I wasn’t that far from the stage, but the cellphone camera thinks otherwise.)

And that’s it.

You’ll notice that I only took one pic during the show, which brings me to the second point of my post. Unless you’re getting paid to film/shoot, put your damn camera away for 95 percent of the concert, people, and enjoy the show. You spent $50 on a ticket so you might as well experience it through your own two eyes instead of through a viewfinder. Watching hundreds of people holding up cellphones and cameras at shows in mass detached participation is starting to freak me out.*

*In a zombie apocalypse kind of way.