"I'm Audrey Horne And I Get What I Want"

Something sinister is in the air: Netflix, longtime movie provider, has decided to ruin countless lives. How do they plan to do this? By making both Season 1 AND Season 2 of Twin Peaks available on watch instantly. The good part?

Sherilyn Fenn (aka Audrey Horne) is one bad-ass bitch with some serious style.

Part 50's school girl/part film noir, Audrey's sultry pout and razor-quick wit can make even an Athropologie- looking sweater seem provocative:





However, she really shines rocking the undercover-in-a-brothel little black dress. Can you say S-E-X-Y?





I found this look alike piece on The Outnet, but I doubt it would bring the full David Lynch effect to an ensemble:

However Lucy Moran, the Fine Whine, might be a little easier to replicate:

I think I saw her on the L this morning.

And the Absolutely Terrifying Award Goes To...

These dog sculptures by Swedish artist Frida Fjellman:




However, just because they will haunt my dreams doesn't mean I don't admire the hard work and creativity that went into them. According to the email I just received from AHAlife:

"Dogs are an endless source of delight and amusement to their owners. For Swedish artist Frida Fjellman, however, they’re also the subjects for meticulously crafted (read painfully difficult) sculptures in mouth blown glass and hand sculpted ceramics. Fjellman is one of the most renowned members of an important new generation of artists in Sweden, which has revolutionized the country’s aesthetic identity. Her hyper realistic pieces blur the boundaries between art, decorative objects and handicraft, areas that traditionally are held strictly separate in Scandinavian design."

While a certain amount of this must certainly be tongue and cheek, I'm wondering at what point something goes from avante-guard to straight-up Regretsy. Anyone have any thoughts?

Racked NY Visited Francine Pascal's Baroque/ Rococo Home

While my real loves in middle school were of the RL Stine Variety, the Sweet Valley High series definitely held appeal for me. They were cute, blonde, lived in California, one was a nerd the other a clothes horse- there was definitely a lot of room for escapism. As for Francine Pascal, I could never figure out whether she was a refined woman in a very girlie and ornate world, or a weird, slightly overweight cat lady hanging around her Upper West Side apartment in pastel pink sweats all day. Well, yesterday's Racked NY lifestyle piece confirmed that she's actually the former- and a serious Francophile to boot (Pascal actually divides her time between NYC and France, and has two sets of shoes for each each home. Francine Pascal's life is a Carrie Bradshaw dream come true).

Check out her fabulous abode below, and be prepared to cry gold-inlay tears of envy:

RuPaul Don't Want Me For a Sunbeam

I know that it's really hip now to miss Kurt Cobain, what with being Alexa Chung's style muse and the internet premiere of Jared Leto's homage- but how spot on fantastic and timeless is this picture?




















The best part is clearly Dave Grohl grinning in the background. Can you say Nerd Alert?

Amazing

In every permutation I got Cher as an option:



Celebrity Heritage

Photos Of Your Heroes

Awhile back, a friend and I went to the Jim Carroll Memorial Service/Open Mike at the St. Mark's church in the East Village. One of Carroll's old stomping grounds, the church was the perfect setting for a rock n' roll eulogy by some of his prolific friends (like Patti Smith and Richard Hell- who both gave moving tributes in his honor). If you haven't read Just Kids, Patti Smith's National Book Award winning memoir of young struggling artists trying to make it NYC, definitely do it now. If you have, but can't get enough of images of serious rock icons as hip young things- starting today photographer Steven Sebring will be displaying at Milk Gallery his exhibit, ILLUMINATION Who are Poets. Composed of works from Sebring's archives that have been pixilated using digital technology, and promising such illustrious names such as Neil Young and Joey Ramone, this exhibit is definitely worth at least a quick peek if you're in the Chelsea area this month.

ILLUMINATION Who are Poets on view through April 17th.
Milk Gallery is located at 450 West 15th Street, New York, NY.

Oh Land Has Completely Blown- up

And is playing a free show tonight! This is taking place at the Charles Bank Gallery (96 Bowery, 8:30 p.m.) as part of a four night residency I knew absolutely nothing about. Right before she became disgustingly huge she was supposed to play at Scandinavia House, and it makes me a little sad that we probably won't ever to get share drinks and glitter face make-up together.

However, check out her original video for Sun Of A Gun below:



Little known fact: This is actually what Iceland looks like at night.

Alexander Jodorowsky Is Coming To PS1

Jodorowsky is coming back in celluloid form at PS 1 this Spring and while this in itself is pretty great what's really exciting is this little snippet from the website:

"Selected in close collaboration with the artist, materials related to the film will be exhibited in the side galleries adjacent to the screening room."

The film Holy Mountain was produced in big part by Yoko Ono and John Lennon and not only is a visual masterpiece but is also a complete mindfuck. I'm really hoping that the "materials on display" are some of the sick Tarot Card paintings from the film.

Elizabeth Taylor Had Amazing Eyeliner

Though she's known almost as much for her acting chops as for her tumultuous personal life, one thing about Elizabeth Taylor that's often overlooked were her amazing make-up application skills. Though her perfume hawking abilities certainly paid the rent, Miz Taylor's dramatic flair for eyeliner was something truly worthy of her iconic status.

Check out a little demo video from her 1974 film The Driver's Seat below:

Infamous v Famous women

When I was a little girl my mother gave me coloring books of historical figures. One was "Famous Figures" and one was "Infamous Figures". I asked my mother what the difference was and she said being famous means a lot of people know who you are, and being infamous means a lot of people know who you are, but don't necessarily like you.



Infamous


Famous




Somewhere in between