Roadtripping

Just got back Friday from a roadtrip through, you know, thrilling places.
(Kansas.)
But also Colorado, Kentucky, Tennesse, lovely places like that.
Also who knew how big antiquing is in rural Tennessee? Child, it's BIG.
Pictures? Mais oui.

Book Cliffs, Colorado

Kansas. They have good sunsets, and...that's all, folks.

 

Rural Tennesse. Right outside Memphis. Green and gorgeous and absolutely devoured by kudzu, which is sad and eerie while being compellingly beautiful. I never got a chance to take pictures of it, but here's some from the World Wide Web - you'll see what I mean. It feels very post-apocalyptic, if that makes any sense. Like in a thousand years from now, the South will be rediscovered and it will be completely covered in kudzu.

And I can't seem to find a National Geographic article on kudzu...for the love, why not? That would make such a great story, not to mention the PICTURES. National Geographic photographer = dream job, anyone?

It makes creepy images, like this girl here.

It eats houses. For a midnight snack.

(Although the fantasty land bit is right - a very creepy fantasy land.)

Mostly, it just kills and covers everything in its path! Cheers!

 

But totally eerily fascinating, right?

 

Graceland.

What's better than Elvis? Two of him.

 

Antiquing in Collierville.

Ditto.

Leaving Piperton.

Nashville, seen through the Nashville filter. #meta, anyone?

Riding a puffin plane back to Utah.

Ten days to takeoff, mes petites amies! Picture post in a few.

And to make sure you have a lovely evening, The Man Repeller:

 



xxx and all that jazz,

Tabby

Me Talk Pretty One Day, Me Use Organization?

Well, Lianne La Havas has a show October 11th in London. Moral of the story: If we're not back from Amsterdam by then (as our program directors are mostly but not entirely clear on boring old things like dates...) ...I will cry big old "My love IS big enough, Lianne, but the Van Gogh Museum waits for no man!" tears.
HERE is the link, in case you read that and were like, screw it, I want in.
In an unrelated vein, we're going to have dinner at Dove Cottage in November. Dinner. At Dove Cottage. Also known as home of the mega-brilliant, mega-famous poet William Wordsworth. Ring any bells? It rings mine. So. bloody. excited.
This is the excited face. Are you ready?

 

That was exciting, eh?

(SPOILER: of a sort-ish: If you're not essentially ADD, this blog post (and any and all others) will be hard to follow.) (Which is probably completely unrelated to what my writing teacher described as a desperate "lack of organization". Completely unrelated.)
Check out this band that goes by Husky playing this song called History's Door. It's pretty rad. Pretty darn. Alas, I can't seem to make the embed code work for the life of me. Linksies!
So here's some inspiration pictures, as per usual, until I get sidetracked and write about something else. Moral of the story (yes, I know, I'm like whatsit, Aesop, going on about morals and thingummies all the time): Enjoy them while you can!
Sidetrack (already): David Sedaris. Me & Me Talk Pretty One Day had a real nice weekend together, although I think I like When You Are Engulfed in Flames just a smidge more. Oh, don't worry, I always say annoying phrases like "a smidge". Wonderful, ain't it? Possibly my favorite part of Me Talk Pretty One Day is this gem of a phrase from the mighty Sedaris. On "boys like me who kept movie star scrapbooks and made their own curtains":

When asked what we wanted to be when we grew up, we hid the truth and listed who we wanted to sleep with when we grew up. "A policeman or a fireman or one of those guys who works with high-tension wires."

I love the image of this kid being like, "Um..." while picturing a fireman with massive arms in those jumper things. Which for some reason reminds me of that FRIENDS episode where Phoebs is two-timing with that sexy, sexy, sexy firefighter. The end.

Pictures credit of Refinery29, Lianne La Havas, Stockholm Streetsyle, and the one, the only, Man Repeller.  Madonna...I don't know where she came from.

 How absurdly gorgeous is this?

And Refinery29 did a whole series on awesome suits. And now I want all of them, please and thank you. These are SO sick.

Acne rocks. Always.

 Mango.

I would boy this thing up.

Elizabeth and James. Clahssay. Like my spelling. Also the color.

Reed Krakoff. This...this, I love.

The ManRepeller, doing what she does best. Which is not, as you would guess, manrepelling. It's being a stylish, envy-inducing beast.

Iridescent Doc Martens, it's cool, nbd, whatevs.

Capes, you say? Mmm, okay.

London.

 Paris.

Lianne.

 Leandra Medine, being fantastic.

Awesome woman in Stockholm.

Awesome model in Stockholm.

"For the last time, Papa...don't preach. Fishnets are fashion."

Oooh. And this gem I just found on Stockholm Streetstyle:

Eat your heart out. This girl rocks.

xxx and all that jazz,

Tabby

Go visit our favorite blogger...The ManRepeller!

I know, I know, ya'll want to know if I ever have any ideas of my own.  The answer is no, I just like to spew The ManRepeller's words like gospel coming from the mouth of a semi-intelligent parrot.  Don't mind me, it's been a long week.  But hey, if the shoe fits, quote it and link to it every five seconds in your blog.  (See, look!  Wisdom of my own.)
xxx and all that jazz
CLICK HERE or regret it always. (Imma SERIOUS.) (kinda.)

BTS: Behind the 'Stache

Watch and envy and enjoy.  And then go out there and DIY yourself a moustache necklace.  In the immortal words of ManRepeller:  Unleash your inner genitals.

Pretty Powerful.

Goaaaal!  This is a total win for Leandra, The ManRepeller, and Bobbi Brown's Pretty Powerful Campaign.  Super cute and now we know how to walk like a model.  Huzzah!  Three cheers for Merry England and the MakeupGuru/ManRepeller/Supermodel triumvirate.  (That is a good word.  If you ever manage to make that in Scrabble, COMMENT.  I want to know how the bleep you managed it.)
xxx and all that jazz, Tabby

Man. Repeller.

this is an urgent message...to visit The Man Repeller often.  Like taking your vitamins once a day, only better.  Check out Leandra's blog NOW.  (Yeah, we're on first name terms.  Okay, no we're not.  But hey, a blogger can dream, right? I mean...friends with The Man Repeller?  Holy wardrobe.)
xxx...and all that jazz.

ps....i mean it. Oh, and check out those sweet Thakoon shoes. 

You can't beat that with a stick.

Photo: ManRepeller (That how you cite things in the blogosphere?)

ManRepeller, we love you.

Just discovered the site www.manrepeller.com.  Yes, really.  & it's hilarious and tres chic, and you should all go to laugh and lust over her deeply groovy, deeply man repelling wardrobe.  I'm in luurve.