Tuesday, February 27, 2007

A Bit Cheeky

These chubby cheeks and his parents have been visitors at Chez Calder for the past few days. Hey Ali & Pam, I filled an entire memory card to bring home to you. Video included. Who's the highest bidder? Hint: I like pedicures, big sunglasses, and homemade desserts.

NY Minute (Oscar Dish)

Last night while enjoying dinner with family at our favorite Pizzeria, I couldn't help but listen in on the conversation going on at the table next to us. Apparently it was the weekly get to-gay-ther for a group of 6 men. Here's their dish on Oscar night.

Celine Dion: "You know, I have to say I liked that diva. With the simple hair thing going on up there, and the dress down to there, and the pin over there screaming 'bling'. She pulled that shit off, big time!" (Over the top hand gestures included).
Anne Hathaway & her 'Devil Wears Prada co-star': "Ok. You know what? Let me tell you all something...and I'm serious. It is a downright shame that those two girls did what they did. Because if anyone should know better, they should. They should know better! They made a movie about knowing better than dressing like that. It's a disgrace. A shame."
Jennifer Hudson: "Someone should tell her that her that when she was performing her song, her jigglebitties upstaged her."
Cate Blanchett: "Was that thing bullet proof? Hello! Warrior Princess!"
Daniel Craig: "Ooh la la. Come to mummy!"

I was half tempted to lean over and tell them they made my day.

Monday, February 26, 2007

And The Winner Is...

Impeccable Style. Understated Glamour. Pure Elegance. Reese does it again. And I dig the purple. She was the best part of the whole parade. But a close second runner up was Will Farrell and Jack Blacks musical number.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Hanging Out

I've been looking for some original prints to hang in my living room, and stumbled upon The Art Farmer. It's a fun little site with artist collections of unique hand silkscreened printed wall art. Theres something about hand produced prints that I just love. You can search their collection by artist or by category. They've got a really fun beach collection with polka dot bikinis, sailboats, and palm trees. The contemporary one is fun too, with select phrases, musical notes, bicycles, and trailers. Plus, they come ready to hang. Which equals happiness to me.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

60 Minutes of Sadness

Well --- Nothing Lasts Forever.
After a brilliant run, my favorite California residents are saying goodbye. Tonight, I am attending an O.C., R.I.P. party to which I will wear black and playback favorite clips before we say our sad farewell. Let us take a walk down memory lane and reminisce. I know most of you don't care. Indulge me. Or pick and choose your favorites.

It All Began With a Stolen Car.
Marissa: “So, what are you doing here, seriously?”
Ryan: “Seriously? I stole a car. Crashed it. Actually, my brother did. Since he had a gun and drugs on him, he’s in jail. I got out. Then my mom threw me out…pissed off and drunk, and Mr. Cohen took me in.”
With that, Ryan was swept from the rough streets of Chino to the waspy town of Newport Beach. Here, he finds a new family, a new love, and a lot of fights…Welcome to The O.C., Beeyatch.

Power Packed Parties.
Seth: “Welcome to the dark side.”
When people get together in Newport, somebody is gonna get sucker-punched. Luke punched Ryan at Holly’s cookout. Holly’s Dad clocked Jimmy Cooper at Cotillion. Zach wacked Seth at The SnO.C. Eddie and Ryan duked it out over Theresa at the Riviera magazine party honoring Caleb. Marissa slaps Volchok at Senior Prom. Julie and Hailey catfight and end up in the pool at Julie’s bachelorette party ("Just one little stripper all alone in the world?").

Seth: “If my sense of cultural Zeitgeist is accurate – and I believe it is – this is the year Chrismukkah sweeps the nation.”
What’s not to love about a holiday invented by a half-Jewish, half-Christian kid with no friends? It’s no regular holiday, but a super holiday that’s got twice the staying power of a normal holiday…thanks to Jesus and Moses, who both have beards.
Season 1: Marissa gets caught shoplifting and goes on a drinking binge while Anna and Summer battle it out for Seth’s affections (remember Summer as Wonder Woman?!?).
Season 2: Yamaclauses and a Chrismukkah miracle (thanks to Summer, aka ‘Tiny Tim’) after the revelation that Lindsay is Caleb’s illegitimate daughter.
Season 3: Ryan has a Bar Mitz- vahkkah to raise money for Johnny’s surgery (a noble act considering everyone knows Johnny hearts Marissa).
Season 4: Ryan and Taylor both get concussions and see what life would be like without them in The O.C. (And we get closure: Ryan really couldn’t have saved Marissa in the end).

Anna Banana.
Seth: “Anna, wait a second. What am I going to do without you? Who am I going to play Jenga with? You’re so wise, and all your sage wisdom, what am I going to do without that?”
Anna Stern is the female Seth. Though not one of the core four, Anna made her mark in Newport. Anna’s friendship (romance?) with Seth brought he and Summer together. She helps Seth get noticed by Summer, then decides to steal him back for herself. But Anna eventually moves back to Pittsburgh. Anna’s best episode? When Seth and Anna say goodbye at the airport and Nada Surf’s cover of “If You Leave” is playing in the background.
Nights at The Mermaid Inn.
Julie ‘Juju’ Cooper: “Is this a booty call?”
While it could arguably change its name to the Julie Cooper-Nichol Inn, it set the stage for many a dramatic moment. Illicit affair with Luke. Meetings with her old pornographer boyfriend, Lance. Rallies with Ryan to get revenge on Volchok. Oh yea, and Theresa stays there for the short time she’s around.

Seth: “It’s a tale as old as time. Boy meets girl, boy likes girl, boy finds out girl is surrogate mom’s illegitimate step-mother.”
Centered around the Cohen/Nichol clan, by Season 4 nearly every character on the show is somehow related. Cohens adopt Ryan. Julie marries Caleb Nichol. Marissa and Kaitlin become Seth and Ryan’s step-aunts. Julie is engaged to Dr. Roberts. Summer and Marissa become sisters (almost). Jimmy has dated both Nichol sisters – Kirsten and Hailey. Lindsay is Caleb’s illegitimate daughter. She ends up being Seth and Ryan's step-aunt too. Confused?
Atomic County.
Seth: “And the demon water polo player throws his plasma at Kid Chino and The Ironist, shouting ‘Welcome to Atomic County, B****!’”
Seth and Zach’s comic book/graphic novel almost tore Summer and Zach and Summer and Seth apart. Featuring Marissa as Cosmo Girl (with a magic flask), Summer as Little Miss Vixen (black leather whip, suffers from rage blackouts), Seth as The Ironist, Ryan as Kid Chino (check out those fists of fury), Sandy as The Litigator, and Kiki as The Ice Queen.

I Heart Sandy Cohen.
Seth: “Gosh! Dad, those eyebrows are out of control!”
How great would it be to kick back with a schmeared bagel and chat with Sandy Cohen? Somehow the former NYer always knows the right thing to say and do --- and he isn’t afraid to tell you. Sandy has a heart of gold and stands as the moral backbone of the show (we’ll forgive one minor grievance with fugitive former flame, Rebecca Bloom).

Live From the Bait Shop.
Summer: “Where other than the Bait Shop are tickets always plentiful and the band is never too loud to talk over?”
Besides pumping my brain with tons of teen angst and drama, The OC introduced me to some of my favorite mixes. Rachel Yamagata, Sonic Youth, Jem, The Killers, The Subways, Death Cab for Cutie, Rooney, Imogen Heap. Even Sandy Cohen grabs the mich there!

Alex Hearts Seth…and Marissa.
Seth: “Alex and Marissa? No longer welcome in the red states.”
Seth applies for a job cleaning toilets at the Bait Shop to get free tickets to The Walkmen show to give to Summer and Zach. Seth ends up falling for bad girl bartender, Alex Kelly, who’s been kicked out of 3 high schools and emancipated from her parents. Their relationship never really leaves the runway, and Alex takes off with Marissa on a romantic ride. Marissa moves in with Alex and, (gasp!) has to do her own laundry, (oh my!) take out the trash, and (not that!) pay rent. The love affair doesn’t last --- Marissa realizes she loves Ryan (again), dumps Alex, and moves back home.

Good Girls, Bad Boys.
Julie: “Listen up, Tommy Lee. You’re just the latest in a series of experiments my daughter likes to make when acting out. So enjoy it because right here, right now is as good as it gets for you. Soon, Marissa is going to wake up and realize she is so much better than you and your life."
Even with her pick of the litter, Marissa gets into the worst relationships ever. Luke Ward – a water polo player who cheats on her. Oliver Trask – maniacal therapist buddy who becomes suicidal over her. D.J. – the in-over-his-head yard boy. Trey (Ryan’s brother) – makes believe Marissa is interested in him and then tries to rape her. Johnny Harper – surfer boy who suffers from Marissa’s unrequited love, drowns his sorrows in alcohol, then fatally falls from a cliff. Kevin Volchok – bad news boy who ultimately causes Marissas untimely death. She should have stuck with Ryan.

There Goes My Hero.
Marissa’s final words: “No, stay. Don’t leave.”
Ryan’s number one priority: saving Marissa from harm (and herself). From the first episode when he sees her passed out in her driveway and moves her to the pool house, Ryan is always ready to dive in head first when Marissa needs saving. He carries her out of the alley when she overdoses in TJ. Saves her when Oliver takes her hostage. Goes buckwild on Trey when he finds out about the attempted rape. Manhandles Volchok when he finds out he’s cheating on Marissa. And when Marissa is fatally injured, Ryan carries her away from the wreckage one last time.
Captain Oats and Princess Sparkle.
Zach: “Even when you’re not being a couple you’ll always be a couple. You’re Joanie and Chachi, Luke and Leia.”
Where would we be without the Spider Man kiss? Or Seth’s coffee cart confession of love? Who would have worked with Seth so feverishly to get Ryan and Marissa together? Or shared a love of plastic horses? Who else but Seth would remember (and save) Summer’s (ok, Taylor’s) sixth grade poem? Who else would dress up as Wonder Woman to get her man ("I hear you like comic books, Cohen")? No other girl would put up with Seth’s neuroses, sarcasm, and geekiness. No other guy would adore Summer’s vanity, materialism, and initial standoffishness.
It’s All About The Memories.
Hopefully this got the wheels turning. Now it’s your turn. What’s your favorite O.C. moment?Ryan and Marissa’s first kiss on the ferris wheel? Cal's jaw-dropping death as Julie tries to save him to the background music of Imogen Heaps 'Hide and Seek.'? I understand if you don't have one, but am amazed if you made it this far.

Fare thee well dear friend, fare well.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007


I guess I'm onto posting video on my blog now. But I just couldn't resist this sleepy baby sloth. Soooo cewt. If noone else appreciates this, I know Brad will. He likes sloths.

Checks Please

After recently seeing a cute little gingham number at H&M, I've been seeing (and coveting) it everywhere. Makes me wish for a sunny day, where I can lay my blanket on some green grass, have a picnic, and read a good book.
You can get the above here, here, here, and here.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007


Am I the only one in lalalove with this real life (!!!) couple in the Rembrandt Brilliant Mouth ads?
Natural, earthy, raw, passionate, sweet...I'm sold!

Spring Sale

West Elm's Spring Sale started today. Something about this pillow makes me want to have a party just to show it off.

These chandelier sconces could add that little bit of fancy that we all want, to any room.
Hey, if the weathers not nice, at least prices can be!

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Mini Magnolia

The mini cupcake is my latest obsession. The minute the idea popped into my head, my dear friend, Miss Marta, made them for me. That was a while back. But it was fate. Forget paying $2 for a cupcake so big I can't even fit it in my mouth. Minis are so petite and so sweet, I can eat them in one bite. Well, ok, 2 bites. I made these little German Chocolate rascals a few days ago, and I think they turned out quite nicely. Mini is sooo the new Magnolia.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Britney Shears

Britney loses her mind. And her hair.
Want more? Cuz I can't get enough. Click here.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Light As Air

Something about this carefree shot, not to mention the fanciful Vera Wang dress, make me really appreciate purple. Sometimes I'm scared of it. But now, I think I'm gonna try it on for a while.

It also makes me want to jump right into Spring. Hurry Spring, Hurry! I can't wait much longer!

Have It Your Way

Hi Friends,

Due to my enormous presence in the online world, Google has decided to dedicate a separate home page for me. You can check it out by clicking here.

With Regards,
Jamie Anne

PS: If the geek with in you is still wondering, ask him to check out the link.
PPS: If you want to achieve your own sense of world domination, click here to make your own.

Thursday, February 15, 2007


I scored a perfect 22.
I rule. Cuz that's how we do it in The OC, B****!
At least that's what the quiz told me.
Can anyone match me?
Click here to test your skills.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Valentines Day

Cast A Spell.

Love Potion #9: In a small pot, simmer a half cup of jojoba oil and, moving your spoon clockwise, stir in 9 drops each of the following essential oils: ambergris, cinnamon, frankincense, jasmine, lavender, musk, orange blossom, rose, violet, and ylang ylang. Let cool and store in a dark glass container. Dab yourself with it as you would your favorite perfume to drive your loved one wild with desire.

Monday, February 12, 2007

26 Reasons I Love Grant

1. Always does the right thing. There's never any question in his mind what's right and how to do it. He's honest and trustworthy.
2. I can't stay mad at him. Between funny faces, jokes and general goofiness, he always has me laughing within 3 minutes.
3. The yin to my yang. And believe me, I've got alot of yang. Por ejemplo: He's logical, I'm dramatic. He's practical, I'm passionate. He's flying under the radar, I'm bouncing off the wall.
4. Thoughtful. Always thinks of me first. Brings dinner home to me. Lets me buy clothes, even when he doesn't want to.
5. He'll do whatever it takes. To make it happen. To take care of us. We dream big, and anything is possible.
6. The best person to travel with. Period. We have the same travel standard (seating on planes, hotel rooms, transportation, sights to see, etc).
7. A sweetheart and a softy. No wonder he precedes Valentine's Day. He gives me constant kisses. And cries during movies.
8. He's younger than me. Yeah, I'm a cradle robber, and proud of it. He keeps me young at heart too.
9. Best, best, best cuddler in the whole wide world. Always wants to canoodle/be close/cozy up.
10. He's not afraid to be one of the girls. Whether it's my mom, my sisters or a group of my besties, he'll join the fray and make each of them feel loved.
11. Great date, and willing to indulge all my off the wall ideas. Ballet, opera, art museum, science museum, shake shack, snow cones, walks in the park, cooking class.
12. Gets excited about nerdy things. Charts/graphs/computers/financial models.
13. Social butterfly. Grant is a people person. The best networker I have ever seen. Buzzing around the room. He's the go-to guy.
14. Adventurous. London, Sydney, Hong Kong, Singapore, Shanghai...these are not places to visit, they are options for places to live.
15. Fiercely proud of his West High days. Even though he's from Federal Heights. Often signs little love notes 'G-Money', and he's only half joking.
16. Full of surprises. Totally unpredictable. Por ejemplo: When I say, "Ooh, idea! What do you think of adding some green to our living room? That could be really cool." He replies "Ohhh, anything but green. Not green. You know how I feel about green!" No actually, I didn't know you had strong feelings toward any color in particular.
17. A 65 year old trapped in a 25 year olds body. An old soul. He proclaims that Seth Cohen copied him when he started making old the new cool. Grant constantly tells me he is 'practicing' for when he gets old.
18. A refined gentleman. He loves tennis/fast cars/sparkling water/golf/steak & lobster.
19. Goofball. Loves to have dumb fun. Loves to play tricks. Loves to tease. Once my mom found her beloved ceramic rooster that resides in her kitchen taking a nap in her bed -- eye shades and all.
20. Got as many pairs of shoes as I do. And that's saying something. Our poor closet.
21. Loves cheesy 80s love songs. I can't tell you how many times I've heard Soldier of Love by Donny Osmond, or I Can't Live Without Your Love and Affection by Nelson. Oh yea, he sings along with them too.
22. Adorable. Loveable. Huggable. Sometimes he looks at me with this twinkle in his eye, and I just melt. Cewwwt!
23. Easy going. Relaxed. Even-tempered. I could be a tiny tornado bumbling/whirring/whipping around our house tearing things apart and screaming at the top of my lungs. During the maelstrom, Grant would calmly sit on the couch, one leg crossed over the other. After I was done he would say, "Why don't you come sit down by me?" And that would be it.
24. Loves to help in the kitchen.
25. Grant is tuff - but sometimes lets me feel tuffer.
26. He's mine. All mine.

Happy Birthday Sweet Love!
xoxo, your jamie anne

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Weekend Recap

Hmmm. Where shall I begin?

Friday night. Go outside. Immediately turn around and return to my apartment. Between the arctic wind and sub-zero temperatures, only polar bears could enjoy an evening out. Order in and watch Meet Joe Black. Blubber like a baby. Make it to bed at 2 a.m. Fast forward to 3 a.m. Am wakened by door slamming, clothes throwing, fit screaming argument between my next door neighbors. This lasted until 5 am. During which time the door slammed at least 27 times, they ran up and down the hall yelling/threatening each other 11 times, I banged on my wall (NY code for 'shut the hell up') 3 times, called the front desk to complain, and laughed my head off at some key phrases from the whole debacle.
"Quit telling me 'I want you' and 'Baby, I need you' when you don't."
"Give me my clothes" followed by running down the hall.
"Why don't you want you want your friends to see me?"
"I'm outta here. You're gonna be sorry" followed by a door slam and a walk down the hall and around the corner. Then peeking around the corner every 30 seconds to see if his lady was coming after him.
And yes, even this, the mother of all insults, "I'm calling your mother."
I sleep in until 11 am.

Saturday. Go to brunch at local favorite, Kitchenette. Almost get seated by nice host, but am brutally rebuffed by 'the boss.' As I am standing waiting (like I was told to do by the waiter/host), have another sour encounter with the boss. She tells me I'm standing in the wrong place. I reply that I am sorry, this is where the waiter/host told me to wait. Her oh so kind, you are the customer, my livelihood depends on you response..."Well, I'm the boss here. I tell people what to do, and I'm telling you to get in the front and wait there." I'm not gonna let her get the last word, so I reply, "Thank you for being so kind." Once seated a few minutes later, (steam still coming out my ears) decide that this place can't do this to ME. They're not getting my money, no way. Pack up, tell waiter/host thank you but bad news: your boss bites the big one. Proceed up the street and eat a better, more peaceful brunch. So there!

Sunday. Am startled when I hear a resounding thud and the vases on my bookshelves dance. Hmmm, strange. 2 minutes later, its happening again. What the? 2 minutes later, peat and repeat. Huh? How the? Who the? Throw on my Uggs, go around the corner, and into the workout facility. Find a gigantosaurus lifting 2 dumbells that easily weigh as much as me doing flys and then dropping the dumbells on the hardwood section of the floor, which they bounce off of like mere pebbles.
"Excuse me sir, but would you mind not dropping those on the floor? They are making the dishes on my shelves rattle."
"Oh. I'm so sorry. It won't happen again."
"Thank you so much, I really appreciate it."

Fast forward 5 minutes. Mini earthquake...again. 2 more minutes. Vases jumping, again. And again. That's it! I've had it! Stomp into workout facility hoppin' mad.
"I'm sorry, I hate to be rude. But my dishes are rattling in there."
"Still? Cuz I thought I didn't drop them as hard."
"No, you did."
"Oh, ok. Sorry. I guess I won't do it anymore."
Geeee, thanks.

I love New York. Now I know why I go out of town every weekend. It's the ultimate love/hate relationship.

Friday, February 9, 2007

Salt 'n' Peppa

Haha. Heehee. I was perusing and got a serious case of the giggles when I saw these little guys. I couldn't keep it to myself. Just had to share.

They are part of the new Argentine design collection at the MoMA Store. It showcases selected works from up and coming Argentinian designers. They've got some really cool stuff. I especially like salt and pepper shakers there on the left. And what about the brooch in the middle? It's supposed to catch the light and look really cool when worn. The caterpillar is a desk accessory who carries pencils and such in his humps and holds papers in his antennae.

What a lil' spot of sunshine from creative minds. Love it.

Forget Romance

Wow. I never thought I would hear those words uttered from my lips. I am a hopelessly hopeless romantic.

But this year is different. I need more than romance. I need a total transformation. This is not to discount the flights of fancy surrounding Valentine's Day. Cuz there is no one more devoted to the celebration of holidays than I. I want all the cream puff/cutesy/lovey dovey things I can handle. We're talking heaps of decorations, valentines for friends, special outfits for said day (how do I choose?!?), dishcloths, theme dinners, etc.

But what I'm more concerned about is gifts. I need a total transformation. I don't want any jewelry (gasp!), or chocolate (huh?), or perfume (what the?), lingerie (oh my!) or even that darling little dress I saw at a certain designer store last week (have I gone mad?).

I want the gift that keeps on giving. I'm talking weights, stability balls, yoga mats, medicine balls, vitamins, and even protein shakes. Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about! I can feel myself getting tuffer just thinking about it. And I know how to correctly spell tougher, but I think it's just more tuff spelled the other way.
Sign me up! I'm in! And I'm serious. Just as soon as I finish my chocolate on fruit on ice cream on cake on honey filled dessert on Valentine's Day.

Thursday, February 8, 2007

LeSportsac + The OC?

Thursday = OCday. So today = OCpost. I don't know how I didn't find out about this sooner, but this is some seriously amazing stuff. Turns out recently revived LeSportsac, has been venturing out into even more creative avenues than Gwen Stefani's LAMB line.

Last fall, they launched The OC Collection. OC-inspired handbags, backpacks, totes, clutches. Not just inspired by The OC as in Orange County, but The OC, as in the show. They are absolutely hysterical. There's a Marissa collection, with chain handles and rose appliques, and lined inside with her image and the words 'Free Marissa'. The Summer collection is full of polka dot and floral prints (some bags are reversible), and lined inside with the The Valley logo. Don't worry, there's a mens collection too! That's right, Seth and Ryan have their own collection of PDA holders, messenger bags, and backpacks. Ryans is lined with a graffiti print that says 'Kid Chino', and Seths with the Atomic County comic strip.

Check it out. The bags are hideous. The names are hilarious.

The Harbor High tote in Sparkler (also comes in Princess Polka Dot)

The Coop Clutch in Tijuana Rose (also comes in Bikini and Coco Rose)

The Outsider in Kid Chino

The TJ Weekender in Kid Chino (also comes in Shadow)

Are you kidding me? This is just too good to be true. Literally. As soon as I found out about it, it was gone. Le Sportsac just pulled the line from their website, so you can't even view the entire collection if you try.

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Stupid Cupid

Just in time for Valentine's Day, archaeologists make this lovely discovery in Northern Italy. It's all so romantic...old bones, a tender embrace, arrows found at the site, in Mantua -- the famed town to which Romeo was banished. Sounds like Cupid has bad aim!


I see secret messages encrypted in my suds-covered countertops.

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

If We Were Robots

Ok, not exactly robots, or even cyborgs, but iPods. That is what I meant to say...'If We Were iPods'. But robots sounded so much cooler.
This is the best way I can describe my family. In terms of iPods. Everyone I know these days seems to be familiar with them. But what everyone is not familiar with (but I believe should be) is my sisters. So...if people were iPods, Steve Jobs would have a different job. But that is not the point of this discussion.
What is worth noting here is the general construction of us iPods. Let's use the standard 40 gig iPod as a representation of the average human adult being in height, weight, and proportions. Nice, sleek, sexy, useful, attractive. If this is the case, then let me turn your attention to my sisters. But before I do so, remember that this is strictly a size comparison. All other things are held constant.

My two oldest sisters, Lane and Ashley, are mini iPods. Two words: eye candy. Truly a work of glamorous art. The kind of noticeable small that makes you go 'Hmmm...how'd they do that?'
Me, I'm the nano. Smaller, shorter, sexier. Just when you thought they couldn't make the mini any smaller...they go nano on you. Just kidding about the sexier part. Kind of.
My younger sister, Ali, she's the shuffle. Itty bitty and oh so pretty. No fluff here, not even room for a display, just pure cuteness wrapped in the smallest package you ever did see.

It's as if the succession of iPods was modeled after the succession of my family. Strange. These thoughts all stemmed from a discussion with my sister about why we love the fit of teen shopping lines. Even more strange. But the connection here should be obvious. We're fun size. That's what some people call us. Just as good as the original candy bar, only smaller. Mmmm...snickers.

Sunday, February 4, 2007

I'm Not Horsin' Around

You can do it! Go! Fight! Win! Go Colts Go!
UPDATE: Yeaaaa Colts! Hurrah Rah Rah! After their playoff game against the NE Patriots, which had Grant screaming and pounding his fists, and me jumping around doing cheers to help them win, it would have been extremely disappointing had our efforts gone to waste. It was a well deserved win. Good game!

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Auf Wiedersehen

Bad news. Big time. Today, on the infamous Page Six, and in a personal memo, it was revealed that Tim Gunn, Parsons Chair, and Project Runway personality extraordinaire announced his departure from Parsons. He's got a pretty sweet new gig at Liz Claiborne. Given the choice of Chief Creative Officer at Liz Claiborne (which owns literally every mainstream brand out there) and Heidi Klums annoying laugh, I don't think it was a hard decision.

Could this be the reason he hasn't committed to the next season of Project Runway yet? Methinks so.I sure hope PR can save itself from itself, when he doesn't return. With Nina Garcia's snottiness, Michael Kors supreme boredom, and Heidi Klum's high-pitched 'auf wiedersehen', Tim was the best thing about that show. Wonder how they're gonna 'make it work' now.
UPDATE: I stand happily corrected. Looks like he's gonna make it work!