Take my hand... take my whole life, too.

currently listening to: Elvis Presley - "Can't Help Falling in Love" - random fact: I just found out it was actually his birthday yesterday, so Happy what-would-have-been 75th Birthday, Mr. Presley!!!



Well so much for new year's resolutions, eh? 2010 has gotten off to a bad blogging start. Oh well. Better late than never, I suppose.

Here's some newness for ya.

FASHION SOUNDTRACK - when the worlds of fashion and music join forces - 1

who: various musicians

what: "Already Famous" fashion spread shot by Steven Meisel, and featuring supermodel Sasha Pivovarova (I'm pretty sure I misspelled that).
where: Vogue magazine, January 2010

Mika:

MGMT:

Chester French:

The Horrors:

The Horrors, again:

Plenty of other fun pics and other musicians featured in the magazine. I enjoyed this spread quite a bit, but the only complaint I have is that the clothes on the guys themselves aren't actually listed anywhere, (unless I'm blind?). I only saw listings/details for Sasha's outfits.

Kinda retarded if you ask me, but whatever.


In other fashion-related news: I love the documentary Valentino: The Last Emperor. I learned that Mister Valentino has mansions all over the world: Italy, France, Sweden, and a swanky apartment in NYC.

When I'm rich and famous like him I'd like to have mansions/villas/retreats/whatever in Spain and France, maybe Australia or New Zealand (*winks at Bonoir and Katie*) and a nice place somewhere in Japan (mandatory Hello Kitty home decor everywhere you look, of course)... oh and Finland! I want to be neighbors with Ville Valo in Helsinki! (Not too much to ask, is it?)

But yes, my favourite scene is one in which Valentino grabs Karl Lagerfeld by the hand all schoolgirl-y and cutesy and exclaims "come here! I want to show you something!" and they both run off to stare at mannequins wearing Valentino's creations.

I'm telling you. It's adorable.




<3

What's in a name?? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...

A band (apparantly) named "Ella" is now following me, and anyone else with the name "Ella" on Twitter. Never heard of them till today, but according to their Twitter they are set to play at this year's SXSW so I guess that means they're REAL.

I think every girl out there, in some way or another, kind of of dreams that one day there will be a band named after them... or at least a nice song with their name as the title. You know? Because it's something you can have forever - the ability to feel special that a talented musician out there, somewhere was inspired by something that is all yours. Your NAME. What could be more flattering than that??

Like my favourite band, Kill Hannah, named after the singer's first love who broke his heart - they also have a song by the same name. (And yes, I'm aware that the word "Kill" in front of the name isn't the nicest thing in the world, but if you knew the true story behind it then you'd understand it). They also have a sweet song named "Katherine". Gothic love song crooner, James D. Stark, has a love song called "Victoria".

The Cruxshadows, have songs named "Ariadne", "Sophia" and "Elissa". Iris has a great song called "Annie, would I lie to you?". Apoptygma Berzerk: "Kathy's Song". Scissor Sisters: "Lucretia, My Reflection"... and so on and so forth.

But "Ella"?? That just seems like a not-so-great name for a song, let alone a BAND.

I mean, I DO like my name, don't get me wrong. Jade Puget himself once told me it was lovely and that it reminded him of "unrequited love and stormy romances". And then again, a name like "Delilah" doesn't seem like anyone's first choice for a song name but look at how great THAT song worked! (Remember??!) Although maybe it worked a little TOO well.

So I guess it makes me happy that there's a new band out there named Ella... but I'm still waiting for a good song with my name in it. I mean, Cradle of Filth has a song called "Gabrielle" (which is actually the real, full version of my name) that I actually quite like:


For Gabrielle
A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts
Whose beauty fostered poets
Whose laugh like silver bells
Thawed your bitter winter from my path...

...Spare your hissing sentiments
For her fee welts more than thine
Though no malice she weans
Just a palace of dreams
Where windswept chambers pine.


But then again, Dani Filth and his shrieking-six-year-old-sounding voice isn't exactly the man I want singing love songs to me.





Sorry, dood.