Color Me Stoked

So last night I went to the Phoenix concert in Central Park at the Rumsey Playfield with Seth.  We were all set for a night of bopping around to 1901, Lisztomania, Everything is Everything and Run Run Run with super hipsters in skinny jeans, neon American Apparel and unwashed hair. Turns out though, concerts in Central Park don’t receive the hipsters but more like really annoying  yuppies.  I don’t know why but I was really sad to not see any hipsters.

Seth unimpressed with preppy fatty.

I am scared of the guys around me. Seth is flipping them off.

The concert it self was freaking awesome.  They played for about an hour and a half and their set list was full of both new songs and old ones.  They opened with Lisztomania and closed with 1901 (my favorite song).  They sounded great live and had an amazing presence on stage.  PLUS, they are super adoraballs and I may or may not have a crush on each band member.  Why? They’re French, in an awesome band, French, band, marginally cute, band…umm yeah. Anyway. Phoenix in concert. If you ever have the chance to see them live, do it. You won’t be sorry.

Thomas Mars, Vocals (Fun Fact: Has a kid with Sofia Coppola and UPDATE: Dating Mary-Louise Parker? Homeboy knows how to pick the ladies. UPDATE #2: Meredith has brought it to my attention that I can’t read and MLP is dating a Mars with a different first name.  High five me.)

Deck D’Arcy, Bass (Wait, is that lipstick?)

Laurent Brancowitz, Guitar (So French. So Awesome.)

Christian Mazzalai - Guitar (Not the cutest, but I'd still hit it. He's French.)

If I Title This Post “En Vogue” Is That Lame?

I like to browse lots of street fashion blogs like Facehunter and Garance Dore.  Not because I’m pretentious, superficial, or any other moded adjective people like to throw out there to condemn people who are interested in/by fashion. No, I like street fashion blogs because I’m one of those boring people who thinks it takes creativity — not just buckets of money, to dress with style.  I mean, anyone can “dress well” — i.e. in the latest fashion, but not everyone has style.  I’m talking about the ability to wear jeans and a white tee, and make it look good.  Or, conversely, the ability to wear something completely ridiculous — and make it look good.  I’m telling you, nothing gives me a bigger boner than seeing a really well-put-together, creative outfit (the least expensive the better) that makes me think why didn’t I think of that — and how can I pull that off myself? While waiting online at Starbucks, or trying to hail a cab on Market street.  Oftentimes I admire these people; other times I hate these people. But always, I want to be them. For further examples of this, see: Kate Moss, or The French.

And now, a sidenote on the French: why is it, that the French are just so much cooler? This isn’t even a stereotype, it’s true.  If there’s one thing I learned during my time in Paris, it’s where to find the best Belgian pommes frites (in Oberkampf).  But, if I learned a second thing, it’s this: The French are just so much cooler.  Seriously, walk down the street. A two-year-old toddling down the street picking his nose, is cooler than you — a 20-something kid wearing a Northface Fleece (and, let’s face it Uggs boots).  I’m sorry.  Just like I didn’t tell you to buy that Northface before you went off to college (and keep wearing it once you graduated…), I didn’t make the rules on coolness.  I just write them down, and enforce them.  Below, my favorite example of how a look that looks totally doofy on most* Americans looks really super cool on the French:

Super cool

Even worse: these boys are probably like sixteen-years-old.  If coogin’ in Paris is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right…

*Some Americans can actually pull this look off.  They’re what we call “an exception.” And, even though, unlike Mel, I don’t get crushes very easily, I probably have a crush on you.

via [Easy Fashion]

At Least We’re Not Still Talking About Michael Jackson…

Presidents Obama and Sarkozy share a tender moment

Yadda, yadda, yadda, I’m sure you’ve heard about Obama Bootygate by now.  Who cares about nuclear disarmament? Two world leaders may (slash, Sarkozy, you toootally did) have checked out a girl’s ass as she walked by.  Or, did they? Gawker helpfully breaks it down, frame by frame.

Did President Obama Check Out a 16-Year-Old Girl? [SF Examiner]

A Frame-by-Frame Analysis of Obama’s Alleged Ass-Peak [Gawker]

Video Clears Up Obama Photo [ABC News]

Music You Should Dig

Phoenix.  They’re awesome. They’re French (don’t worry, they sing in English…) if you like Air, MGMT, and, I don’t know, good music? You’ll dig them. I don’t think I really need to say anything more than that.

Phoenix’ latest album, Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix came out in May and has been on pretty heavy rotation on my itunes ever since — it should be on yours too.