super darling, albeit blurry, outfit from neon indian @ the wadsworth.
Entries from October 2009
October 30, 2009
hear this: where the wild things are.
No film since Harry Potter has spurred as much hype as Where the Wild Things Are. Sure, Spike Jonze directed, Karen O. composed and Urban launched an entire line of wild thing apparel. Yup, this film has all the ingredients of indie sensation and I’ve already seen way too many a hipster rocking the original Maurice Sendak [...]
October 29, 2009
neon indian…in bullet points.
Hartford Party Starters book music blog pet, Neon Indian to play famed Wadsworth Antheneum. D. Gookin and Body Language warm up the crowd. Neon Indian…MIA Slightly bored, slightly intoxicated patrons drink up. Consequently, Wadsworth Antheneum runs out of booze. EVERYBODY takes a smoke break. Neon Indian…MIA “Whatever, they just signed on to tour Europe. They [...]
October 29, 2009
drink this: southern tier’s pumking imperial pumpkin ale
It’s the halloween weekend, and I know everyone is excited about the costume parties, masquerade balls, bar crawls, haunted penitentiaries, pumpkin patches, and trick-or-treating. I, however, am excited about all the drinks to be consumed in my slutty pigeon costume. It is the perfect weekend to crack open your favorite seasonal ale, or test a new [...]
October 28, 2009
see this: life is old there, older than the trees
capslock dc relished the opportunity to leave the district and head to berkeley springs, west virginia for a weekend. there was hiking and apple butter and small town shenanigans, everything we could have hoped for. after a lovely little jaunt through cacapon trail, we headed to earthdog cafe for some live “music” and “dancing”. the [...]
October 28, 2009
outfit post: tap-dancing uniforms.
…because some of you bitches still don’t have halloween costumes, and vassar says “gymnast/figure-skating chic is making a comeback.”
October 25, 2009
scream it: ode to karen o.
ya, ya, ya, we’ve been whacked over the head with the obvious: the world would be a grittier, better-dressed, and all-together more fluorescent place if we all emulated karen o. So why must I give you one more small bump, dear capslock? a. because an ipa-goggled boy with enviable hair gave me drunken band advice at [...]
