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August 12, 2006

The T-Shirt Post

Today in a teenage-girl-oriented clothing store in East Harlem, I saw -- totally unrelatedly, produced by different brands -- a t-shirt that said "I Love My Boyfriend," and a t-shirt that said "I Love YOUR Boyfriend."

Rarely do Team Good and Team Questionable square off so evenly. (In the case of Team Aniston vs. Team Jolie, there's at least room for debate).

Last week in Harlem, I saw an elderly black man in a J-Date t-shirt.

It's possible he was Jewish and looking for someone.

Related links:
I'm famous on t-shirt site NoBleach.com!
Buy a t-shirt (men's small and medium still available, which means I am exclusively outfitting wiry men, very fit men, and very gay men, all of which I heartily endorse)
Related posts (I KNOW you want to catch up on my blog back to 2004):
It's like the Gap selling shirts that say "Fight Khaki!"
geeking out in my "QT3.14159" t-shirt
a malicious battle of the sexes need not be waged...
the bygone days of my Sleazegrinder cover
iron-on technology meets the wireless age
American Apparel wants to dress you in unhemmed sacks...
t-shirt!
hey mami, you sexy
you must be using oil of olay!
remember that Lionel Ritchie song "Hello... "
the hippest new t-shirt that you can't get
Photo (modeling a t-shirt for Sleazegrinder.com) by Sandy Ackerman

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September 12, 2005

a malicious battle of the sexes need not be waged by consumers of low-end fashions

In one day in East Harlem I saw, in a store window, a shirt that said:
Babe
In
Total
Control of
Her boy
...which isn't even a good acronym, and then a scruffy guy swaggering down the street, illegal open-container in hand, wearing a t-shirt that said:
I lie to girls.
Did I miss an announcement for the "Crappiest Personality Ever" Pageant?

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August 14, 2005

what happens to a dream deferred?

When I was in junior high, I would fantasize about noble things, such as winning debating championships, but I would also fantasize about somehow coming up with the princely sum of seventy-five dollars of my very own, and then securing my mother's permission to spend it on a spiral perm at the salon inside JC Penney at the mall, so my hair would be Much, Much Larger.

I also fantasized about having braces (well, about having had braces, as I hadn't even had them on yet, and what I really wanted was straight teeth, not the braces themselves), about replacing my big plastic glasses with contact lenses, about being allowed to wear patent-leather pumps to school, and about owning a big-shouldered suit which I would wear with a giant metal belt, all of which would make my hypothetical surfer boyfriend love me.

I think what I really wanted was to look pretty much just like this:


photo by Aeric Meredith-Goujon

And now, I can.

I am so rad.

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fashion weirdo (like the chicks who wear high heels with their underwear in the Victoria's Secret catalog)

This is me as a fashion weirdo. You know how you never see anyone in real life wearing, for instance, lots of makeup and a big furry winter hat with ear flaps? It's just a strangely recurring fashion meme. Just like the "lady who's wearing a hoodie but clearly not ready for winter."


by Aeric Meredith-Goujon

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August 10, 2005

"what kind of Mexican would serve this to his worst enemy?"

This is from the movie I acted in last weekend, entitled "A Midnight Snack." It is a humorous short, set in a 1920s speakeasy, about the history of the Ceasar salad. Thanks to actors Topaz G. and Flambeaux for the pics!


I tried for twenty minutes the morning of the shoot to get my nose ring out, but I needed pliers. I showed up on set knowing that the cowboy would have pliers, but the director, Gabrielle, said not to bother; my character, Dottie, was "ahead of her time."

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June 1, 2005

perambulation

I am in love with my new shoes, and, by extension, with Steve Madden.

I have been on the hunt for the perfect pair of 4-inch heels, as in the advanced age of my mid-twenties, I find myself basically unable to walk in closed-toed pumps.

I am now happily four inches taller and quite sparkly. My birthday is nowhere near, but I am hoping my fairy godmother will send the dark blue ones my way, so I can have the complete collection. (Size 9, fairy godmother, size 9!)

That is all; I will now return to my regularly scheduled marginally intellectual lifestyle.

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April 29, 2005

and maybe now we could make women's clothing entirely from cufflinks!

I'm going to be in a fashion show for La Croix accessories next Tuesday. Here's a picture from the last show I did for La Croix (the handbag is La Croix; the halter top made of neckties is made by, um ... someone who makes halter tops out of neckties).

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April 15, 2005

an ode to the Girdle Factory

I've been meaning to post this sad missive for awhile now. A few weeks ago, I was in the Girdle Factory mall on Bedford in Williamsburg and noticed the "for rent" sign on the former Girdle Factory vintage shop.

Over the last year, I did three fashion shows for the Girdle Factory, one in their store and two at the Tainted Lady lounge. As the fashion shows became more fabulous, the store developed some great posters featuring a tattooed model in vintage lingerie, and they expanded into selling sex toys. Presciently, though, I never did really see anyone buy anything there.

In any case, the Girdle Factory is gone. Long live the Girdle Factory. And here, in homage, are some previously unreleased photos by Gary Winter of the GF's first fashion show.





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