So today the first thing I saw on the Internet was the news of Alexander McQueen’s suicide and I was all “Wha?” and “Wha’happen?”
I guess we’ll never know. I for one don’t want to listen to all the “last days of his Tweets” and other nonsense of the days to come, all I know is the world got a little less…interesting. Funnily enough, I’ve had this slide on my desktop for a few weeks now; was going to build a post around it. Basically, if I ever make Jon a sweater (we both need to lose some weight before I start making body-hugging knits again, and we aren’t buried in Snowpacolypse like most of you, either), it would be a copy of this recent McQueen beauty:
It’s just…whoa. You know how I feel about grey, to start with. I think Jon could rock that.
Okay, I skipped yesterday. Skating. Mens. Look. Jeffrey Buttle RETIRED ya’ll! My reason for watching figure skating is GONE! What more can this poor girl say. He done won his world championship in 2008, and left me, bereft and stuck with these youngsters and oldsters intent on coming back (Yes, Plushenko and your fucking mullet, I’m looking at YOU).
What am I saying? I have no horse in this race. I detest current world champion and U.S. hope for a medal Evan Lysacek. He’s dumb as a box of rocks, conceited, don’t get me started on all he…conceals, and he skates like Jack Skellington on Ice. GAG.
Current U.S. champion Jeremy Abbott is okay. I guess.
I kind of like former Japanese powerhouse Daisuke Takahashi, but he’s recovering from injury. And he loves him some bedazzler.
Say it with me - Dice-K!
So what are we left with? Well, all I can say is I hope you’re watching Be Good Johnny Weir
on The Sundance Channel
. Johnny may not be your cup of tea, but he’s mine. He says what he likes, even if it gets him in trouble. He’s funny, he’s bitchy, he’s pithy, and you know what, he’s great with kids. Seriously, watching him give clinics to young girls in Long Island and say to a tall girl, “It’s okay, you’re one of the tall girls, and it’s harder to do a double axel. I was a taller girl once, too,” is just PRICELESS. Not because it’s funny, but because he says it to the girl with real heart.
He’s an underdog and the chances of him medalling are not hot, but let’s be frank: He’s rocking the Rodarte knitwear in this NY TImes piece.
As David Bowie said, FASHION.