Raphael Young’s uncle, Alexandre Narcy, spent the entirety of his working life designing shoes for Yves Saint Laurent. To this day, Narcy’s influences can be seen in many of the classic YSL shapes. His nephew, however, didn’t quite get the shoe design gene, as you can see from the monstrosity of an ankle boot above. We’re all for going without heels every now and again, but these are just trying too hard to be clever, don’t you think?
Pointed, quilted, metallic and weird as hell, Young’s heelless creations are a classic case of Too Much Going On and could definitely do with some paring down. Or maybe they’re just beyond saving…what do you think? [Fashionologie]
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Is your blog so incredibly raw that its master deserves to be rewarded with $1000 worth of G-Star products? Is your blog so raw that it deserves to be mentioned in a magazine? If so, enter it in Dazed and Confused‘s Raw Blog Awards contest. The deadline is July 31st, after which the top 15 blogs in each category (music, fashion, arts & culture and photography) will be selected.
From there, it’s a cage match to the death. (By “cage match to the death” we mean “online poll starting August 1st.”) By September 1, the top blog in each of the four genres will be determined and the winners walk away with G-Star products and a mention in the October issue of Dazed and Confused. Not too shabby, eh? Keep reading »
If you ask us, a little pepper spray isn’t such a bad thing. We wouldn’t want it in our eyes, but we definitely like to have some in our purse just in case. There is, however, a problem with pepper spray: it generally comes in ugly containers. Well, not anymore. Pick up your very own pepper spray ring and keep bad guys at bay with a quick shot to the eyes. We were skeptical at first, fearing that clumsiness would result in some self-spraying, but the self-defense ring has a safety switch, so we’re fully on the bandwagon. [$28, BodySecurity.com]
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We’ve never seen such well-dressed pink gorillas, have you? Keep reading »
There’s this scene in “He’s Just Not That Into You” — the point to which most Tough Love posts will eventually return — when Justin Long tells Ginnifer Goodwin that she’s special, she’s an exception to the rule. It’s all very sweet and there’s crying and hugging and a bit of kissing and that all distracts you for a moment from the fact that it’s utter bulls**t.
You see, you are not special and rule-defying, unique in your ability to change someone chronically terrible into a nice, devoted guy. This is not to say that you aren’t special in other ways, merely that the expectation that you’d be able to subvert ages-old male behavioral patterns is quite a lot to ask of yourself. When you read it, this should seem fairly obvious. And yet I continue to field weepy calls and enraged emails from a whole slew of women absolutely shocked that their personal awesomeness wasn’t enough to change a guy completely.
Most mystifying of all are the girls who poach their boyfriends from other women and are then shocked when said guy goes on to cheat on them with someone else. Did you really not see this coming? Keep reading »
We here at The Frisky are computer geeks. There’s no use denying it, and we wouldn’t want to if we could. You can still look cool as a geek because some tech-y accessories are just begging to be worn, vaguely embarrassing or not. Among them is this plastic heart-shaped flash drive, which makes our real hearts flutter. It’s red, it’s geek chic and it holds more info than our minds ever could. What’s not to love? [$12, DealExtreme] Keep reading »
Every now and again, you see an older man dressed impeccably and wonder where the hell he came from and if he’s even from the same species as your own dad. Because sometimes your dad looks good, but more often than not, he’s woefully misguided in sweater vests, sock/sandal combos and those hideously unattractive pleated from khakis that dads everywhere seem to love so much.
My mom’s a pretty classy lady, so she’s beaten a vague sense of style into my dad over the twenty two years they’ve been married. But even though he’s lived two decades under the watchful eye of clothing nazi, every other time I turn around he’s wearing all sorts of fleece and even the occasional Teva sandal. Enough is enough. There are certain things that we as daughters just shouldn’t have to put up with. Keep reading »
You know how buying things like condoms and Monistat can be embarrassing? There’s one thing that makes either of those, or anything awkward and vaguely sexual, even more traumatizing: doing them with your dad.
Having bought my first bra with my father (I have no idea why that happened), I’m fairly well-versed in the sort of mortification that comes with such activities. It’s bad enough to buy your first box of tampons, and it only really gets worse when the guy who should never think about your lady parts is carrying them to the register. But purchasing tampons or training bras aren’t the only things you should leave dad out of. Keep reading »