Look here. This is INSANE.

I think this is the best thing I've ever seen in my life.
Also have I ever mentioned I love Florence?
Once or twice?
I totally love her.
And this LP chick, found because Coco Rocha mentioned her in an interview on Nylonmag.com, is insane. Look her up.
Gosh, this is good. No wonder the audience about has a cardiac.
Insane.
xxx and, well, this is better than all that jazz, isn't it?

Passengerrrr.

Oi! We love Passenger, right?
Well, here's a free EP from Passenger on NoiseTrade. Such the best, right? This is good fall music, methinks. So turn this sucker up in two months. Or now. Like I am. But my fan is on really high, so it's essentially freezing, so that's like fall, right? Right.

And you can even listen to it RIGHT THIS SECOND, before you commit to downloading a whole four songs. It's a rough decision, I know. First world problems blow. But here I am, offering solutions. Just another reason you should love me.
Er...and that's all, folks.
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

Is Your Love Big Enough...to buy Lianne's new album?

Pic: nylonmag.com

Happy birthday, er, world. Lianne La Havas' debut album Is Your Love Big Enough? is out on iTunes esta dia! Buy it. She's so bloody lovely. Totally beautiful girl, even more beautiful music.

Also...how great were the Olympics today? (And every day.) So great.

xxx and alllll that jazz, darlings,

Tabby



Paris and Music are the best of lovers.

I'm telling you for the last time, this is the last time.
This is like a very bad addiction.
But honestly, who is this beautiful man with the beautiful voice in a not-especially-beautiful Parisian subway singing to beautiful Parisians?
Well, okay, yes, Aloe Blacc, I got that. But man. I love this. Also may I just say...accents. Moral of the story: Paris September 15 baby!

xxx and all that jazz,
Tabby

Turns out it's "Inundate Readers With Music Videos" Sunday!

I'm sorry, but YOU GUYS.

xxx and all that jazz,
Tabby

Crushing Badly on Beirut.

Same bat song. Same bat time. Different bat place.
And you're not allowed to hate me for putting this song up again...because both videos are so fantastic. You know you love it.
As well as the massive conch shell he's holding. Who needs to understand it? Not I.
So...aqui.

Oh shoot. Here's samaore for ya.
Different song though, at least!
Crushing badly on Beirut.
And why didn't I get invited to this drunken elephants and prostitutes party? It seems like a lot of fun, especially the drunken "I'm too drunk to even realize I'm crowd surfing" crowd surfing.
Enjoy!

xxx and all that jazz,
Tabby