

I feel like she takes perfectly cute dresses (or at least ok ones), and ruins the look by having it hanging so far down on her. Another example:

Get it taken in, Rumer! Whatever it takes to keep it up where it belongs.



























This morning, while working through the towering pile of magazines next to my bed, I read a poignant article in February's Allure, "Girl of my Dreams" by Jean Thompson. In it, Thompson describes seeing "The Girl I Always Wanted to Be" – something I think we've all experienced. Her Girl stood in line in front of her at an airport coffee shop. Even though traveling can be hectic and tiring, this Girl looked like a summery dream, while Thompson looked like a haggard mess.
Last weekend, I visited a friend in Philadelphia. We were going through his DVR, and he told me I should watch this movie, Slackers. Actually, I think his words were, "This is the greatest movie no one's ever seen." Well, the movie was alright. But it did remind me how much I absolutely adore the supremely talented Jason Schwartzman (a.k.a. Cool Ethan). Why don't people talk about this guy more? Maybe I just love short Jews with big beautiful eyes, which I do. Or maybe Jason S. is the greatest thing since sliced bread – he's musical, he can write, he can act, he can dress. What can't he do?
Avril Lavigne is going to partner with Khol's to produce a junior's line for back-to-school? You've got to be joking.

