Everyone’s favorite Prince Charming… and other Disney characters. Sign me up to be Princess Jasmine!

There’s something about Mary(-Kate). Forget boho grunge chic – MK is going for the eastern-european child prostitute look… although she might have recently upgraded to society madam. Either way, I am excited she is bringing back fur. If she can do the same thing for fur as she did for leggings, this time next year H&M and Forever 21 will be selling faux stoles. Or perhaps the real thing will be sold as part of the Olsen’s new fashion line, the Row?

MySpace dictates relationships: But Just When Belinda Was Losing Hope, Jack Moved Her Up to Number Seven

Teen girl #1: I think Jack’s about to break up with me again...
Teen girl #2: What? Why?
Teen girl #1: Yesterday I went to his MySpace, and he moved me to the bottom of his Top Eight!

--Prospect Park

via Overheard in New York

A new galaxy for Beckham: I can’t wait to stalk Posh & Becks at their new Hollywood Hills home (presumptively – I mean, where else would they live…?)

It is 2007. And winter break was too too too too much fun. Now it is time to go back to reality. But before, here are some pictures...

Déjà vu? I am taking a study break for a public service announcement: if the LA Times Magazine needs new material, I will be happy to provide my services… Today’s article v. an article from two and a half years ago.

It is the beginning of finals:

Hold your horses, U$C. This year, in the battle for Los Angeles, UCLA is king. Finally. It was time to settle an old score. Bruins rule and Trojans drool.

Can everyone stop talking about the taser incident now?

Their manager is a genius.

Because all you hear up in tha A is dirty south crunked out ballin beats (I’m not complaining but you can only hear so much T.I. and Yung Joc before you want to yank your ears out), I thought I would investigate on what is being heard in El Ay. So for everyone who was not able to be in the City of Angels this past Thanksgiving weekend, press play. Sounds just like home – courtesy of The Game. Although The Game is a little poroo (comparing himself to Nas and Tupac), I still really like this song. And another cool song: Vato by S N double O P. Westside till I die XOXO

It is Thanksgiving week. And to reflect on some of the things I’m thankful for, here is a little story: almost two months ago I had the pleasure of eating at an authentic Southern establishment – the Cracker Barrel Old Country Store. When I proclaimed to the group I was with that I had never heard of this restaurant-store chain before, one of the ladies said to me, “Oh, sweet honey child, this is the place.” Okaaaaaaaay. I smiled and nodded.

The country store section had an assortment of just about everything from rocking chairs to candy to pots and pans to Christmas decorations (which were being sold in September). The restaurant’s menu was totally unrecognizable to me (I still don’t know what grits are. Or butter baked chicken? And who has gravy with biscuits for breakfast? I thought gravy was eaten only with mashed potatoes for dinner). Nevertheless, the food was good and the atmosphere was even better.

When I was leaving the store I noticed a sign posted by the establishment that they were willing to serve everyone and anyone – no matter of their race – and immediately my mind flashed to Civil War movies and segregation stories. It really made me be thankful for the different experiences I am able to have living here, and the histories, cultures, and various people I have come across. And it made me realize that step by step, little by little, the goal of unity of mankind is on its way to being accomplished. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

I have only been watching previews and random scenes, but I am already in love with Signé Chanel, a documentary on Karl Lagerfeld and Chanel’s Fall/Winter 2004-2005 collection. It is so funny to watch grandmothers: Madame Martine, Madame Jacqueline, and Madame Cécile, all gather in what looks like an upstairs attic, clocking in and out, sewing and designing haute couture for the most wealthiest and influential people in the world. The charming histories of Chanel – Monsieur Massaro is the decades-old Chanel shoemaker who learned his craft from his father – Madame Pouzieux has been braiding the trim for Chanel clothing since 1947 – Monsieur Lesage exclusively does embroidery for Chanel – all humanize the fashion line. All of which is very interesting for moi, who did a report on Coco Chanel in the 10th grade, calling her one of the most influential people in the 20th century. Bravo to Loïc Progent, for making the documentary (and to my mother for initially recognizing Coco’s effect on the world).

P.S. I want this shirt, if anyone has an extra $50 to give me. Booses!

Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut U Down

Celebrities (and sins) galore… which makes me wonder: are they promoting JC or JC of Nazareth?

H&M opens at the Beverly Center tomorrow. Approximately nine years after I first bought H&M clothing in Europe. Now if only Naf Naf and Kookai would grace LA with its presence.

And in other news... B* Spears is fed up with K* Fed. She’s not the only one. Can I file divorce papers against him, too?

What would the Middle East look like with borders based on traditional ethnic divisions?

Too bad (for the Kurds) it will never happen.

Happy Halloween! This past weekend I had the pleasure of hosting Anna in Atlanta. We fully embraced the dirrty dirrty: ghetto crunked-out clubs, grillz, fine southern dining (grits, collard greens, sweet potatoes, fried chicken), and hanging out on Martin Luther King Jr.’s porch. We didn’t even need to dress up – we were an anomaly as it was – two Persian girls in the South.

... pregnacy tests, umbrellas and birthday stuff in one store... wow ATL has it all...! =)

Marie Antoinette comes out today. She is one of my favorite figures from history – original rock’n’roll royalty. I have been waiting for this movie for over one year now, when I first saw the trailer back in October of last year – fun songs accompanying extravagant fashion. If only we can all be Parisians at some point of our lives. Well, tonight I can pretend, and I will definitely be bringing my own piece of cake to enjoy while watching the film!

Dove: Evolution Of A Model

Dont believe everything you see.

It is Friday the 13th. To kick off the frightfest: super skinny scary models. Models love their rock-star boyfriends and paracetamol tablets for breakfast...? Too bad I’m already over the age of 17. And my diet consists more than a pack of Marlboro Lights, Diet Coke, and various other, um,... substances. Maybe I just need to contact Rachel Zoe, celebrity-stylist slash crystal-meth&coke-dealer for Lindsay, Nicole, and Mischa.