I kept going to Brooklyn and buying musk oils...

This clip of Amy Sedaris on Letterman last night is so low rent as to be AMAZING. She's her usual hysterical self, talking about (amongst other things) her love of musk oils, the imaginary pet monkey whose teeth she pulled out, calling Ellen Degeneres a man, and recounting her obsession with There Will Be Blood. It's also worth noting that Amy recently did a video with Dolly Parton which Dave shows at the tail end of this segment. For me, it's almost too much to bear seeing Dolly as a carnival barker and Amy as the resident gypsy. Hmm... heaven.

Tombé Amoureux: Kitsuné

"If I had the money to go to a record store I would... I... I... would."

My latest obsession has manifested itself in the form of French fashion label cum boutique cum record label cum record store, Kitsuné. I've yet to own any of their apparel but it's right up my alley despite being squarely out of my price range. Think Fred Perry by way of Paris, or Modern Amusement minus all the crazy:



Well...



maybe a little crazy.

The new Kitsuné Paris store is opening in March and I'm trying to figure out which is the best way to bribe Jason into taking the Chunnel over to France, transfering to the TGV, finding Kitsuné, and then buying me a full suitcase-worth of clothes and CDs when he visits Jess in London this Spring. I don't think it's too much to ask, but others seem to disagree.

This wouldn't be so much of an issue if Kitsuné was more accessible in the US. Right now itunes carries a handful of Kitsuné artists and compilations, but the Kitsuné website only ships to Europe. Not to mention the incredibly weak dollar makes ordering anything overseas next to impossible... sadness.

Luckily, some of Kitsuné's best artists are currently available stateside like:


The Teenagers


Yelle


Simian Mobile Disco


Bitchee Bitchee Ya Ya Ya
Download: "F**k Friend - (Yuksek & Brodinski Remix)"

Kitsuné deals heavily (read: almost exclusively) in electronic music which can be slightly at odds with their preppier than thou wares, but I don't really have a problem with it. I like my syncopation fast, my beats thumping, and my clothes just short of staid. Go figure... je t'aime Kitsuné.

Now some videos for your viewing pleasure:

Yelle - "A Cause Des Garçons"


The Teenagers - "Homecoming"


Simian Mobile Disco - "Hustler"*


*DON'T watch this one on a full stomach.

I Love My Neighbors

Despite the fact that they have apparently attached a device that makes three pulsating low-tone beeps every thirty seconds to the wall we share, I generally like my neighbors. I don't know them, but I know they have friends because I hear people laughing all the time and I take that as a sign of good peeps. However, I now officially love them because they just started playing Mandy through the wall.



And yes, they are playing it through the wall for my benefit.

*UPDATE*
They're actually playing Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits!!! My mother would be so proud.

The Loot's In The Clock

I've always had a mild obsession with skyscrapers and despite a building boom throughout the eighties that gave Los Angeles some of its tallest buildings, my hometown's edifices have always been somewhat lacking in the style department. Thanks be to Frank Gehry who's finally putting LA on the architectural map but we, admittedly, still have a long way to go.



But that's not to say that developers aren't finally waking up and gentrifying rehabbing some of LA's best (and unfortunately) most neglected buildings. The Eastern Columbia Building on Broadway has always been my favorite Los Angeles skyscraper which was solidified when a too young to be watching John caught a rerun of the pilot episode of Moonlighting and found out that THE LOOT'S IN THE CLOCK!!!



God, Cybil Shepherd's hair looked good back then. What happened?


Well, now the Eastern Columbia has been turned into apartments complete with interiors by Kelly Wearstler of Bravo's Top Design (the skinny one who dressed too young/crazy-town for her age) and even Johnny Depp's jumped on board, purchasing a $2 million unit six months ago.

Laist had an item the other day about how it's still possible to be Depp's neighbor if you're willing to plunk down 1.8 million for a 12th floor corner unit, but before you go running off with your checkbook in hand, let it be known that you'll ALSO be sharing the elevator with the comedic oblivion that is Ant from TV's Celebrity Fit Club, and Slade from seasons 1 & 2 of The Real Housewives of Orange County.


Backdoor Buddies

Despite imagining the horrifying scenario of one day going to enjoy the rooftop pool only to find Ant sunning himself in a banana hammock, I'm pleased to know that Slade has finally made the move from Orange County to LA. This also explains why Jeanna was storing his shit in the garage of Vicky's old house on this week's episode (whew... mystery solved).

Anywho, the levels of Bravo-dom going on in this building are mind-boggling and all I can say is that I hope the gravitational forces created by mixing so many faux and real celebrities doesn't open a gate to hell or something and suck the Eastern Colombia down with it cause I really like this building.

Here's some more archi-porn for your viewing pleasure: