Archive for March, 2009

Jump Jump

Posted in Just Do It. with tags , , , , on March 31, 2009 by sheisnicotine

Tom Ford doesn't actually give you wings. He just greatly increases your cool factor. Period.

Tom Ford doesn't actually give you wings. He's just cool.

One of the most underrated things in the world has got to be jumping on your bed. I fucking love jumping on my bed. But I have low ceilings at this homestead, so I have forgotten that joy. A simple, pure, heart pumping joy. It can take you back to that careless life of children. Before the brain drain of adult hood, and the bullshit of adolescences was just a little guy and his bed. And a want to just jump. Fuck a reason, you just jump! I want all of you to just go right after you read this, and jump on your fucking beds! Don’t ask why, don’t debate the relevancy, or justify the time spent, just go be that little boy (or girl) again and jump on your bed. Its the same, just this time with Tom Fords on. Tom Ford gives you Wings.

I’m going to go jump on mine, the Manhattan edition. See you sucka’s in NYC!


ASIA, I like.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , on March 29, 2009 by sheisnicotine


I love going to Asian grocery stores. There is always so much color everywhere, and everything is always bustling. I love perusing all the racks of stuff and having absolutely no idea what anything would taste like. It sure beats going to your run of the mill North American grocer. I always buy one strange and weird candy, that I have never tried before, I’m dangerous like that. My favorite one in the city is the massive TnT down on Cherry st. off of the gardiner. The beach is right down the road, and you can take your new found treats with you and enjoy sometime in the sand.

So go try some new Big SHEEET and pretend your out of the city for once. Come on, you know you wanna…

I love beautiful eyes, and Bridget’s are no exception. She Is Nicotine.

Magical Margiela.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , on March 28, 2009 by sheisnicotine


I went to a bunch of shows in Paris, but  my favorite had to be Maison Margiela.  To start, I absolutely love everything this man and his team does and season after season I am blown away by the simplicity as well magic of his designs. So when I went to his show, I had high high hopes. And they didn’t disapoint. After polishing off a few glasses of red wine, served in white plastic cups, from one of those lovely lab-coated  assistants, I found my seat and the spectacle began. There was no lights in the entire room, as soft ambient music began to play. The runway was multi-tiered and weaved throughout the room, and as the models walked, the were illuminated only by spotlights that were on these giant cranes that dipped and swooped around the room. As the show was finishing, a discoball was turned projecting stars onto the ceiling and it began to rain bubbles. It was like waking for a dream as we all left, and everyone seemed so happy and childlike walking out.

As if I needed another reason to love Margiela. Maison Martin Margiela, it Is Nicotine.

That Girl from Norway…

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , , on March 27, 2009 by sheisnicotine

That Girl from Norway

I met a lot of really cool and unique people in Paris,but one of my favorites was Hanneli. We both were taking pictures at shows, and through mutual acquaintances ended up talking and hanging out quite alot. She is one of those people who has done quite a lot in a short span of time. She has modeled, traveled the world, blogged (, so professional!) and is now one of the hosts of MTV Norway. But most of all she is really one of the nicest people I have met in awhile (she gave me a place to live for Petes sake), and in world of so many assholes, thats always quite awesome. I was even able to coax her out of retirement for a quick photoshoot (you will all have to wait to see that one).

Hanneli Mustaparta, She Is Nicotine.

The real Barbie.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on March 26, 2009 by sheisnicotine


Continuing with the trend, heres another treat for Barbie’s bday. I did it. I finally tracked down the real Barbie. After much searching, and bribing her security guards, I got an interview with the girl herself. She was really busy, and she was getting her makeup done when I was there (she has the best staff), but I managed to get a few words of wisdom from the woman herself.

SO this is for all of you, because everyone loves Barbie so much, a meditation on life, from Barbie:

“Eat well. Smile often. Never give it all up on the first date. Keep your appearance neat and ordered, because it breeds order in the rest of your life. Wait to have kids, because they really can drag you down. Never wear socks and sandals, and always remember that too much matching is never a good thing. Live, laugh, love in whatever order, just make sure you experience all of them at one point”

A Lily.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , on March 25, 2009 by sheisnicotine

Lilly on the rue Perree

Lily on the rue Perree

Lily Donaldson really is quite a beauty. She has done it all, gracing covers and runways the world over. I caught her here after the Stella Mcartney show as she was looking for her driver. We had chatted inside, and the light wasn’t the greatest. When she saw me she said “You have to get a picture of me in the sun” So I got her as she walked down rue Perree, and right after this shot she found her driver. And I couldn’t get the words of the Pink Martini song out of my head the whole time:

Lilly comes when you stop to call her
Lilly runs when you look away
Lilly leaves kisses on your collar
Lilly, Lilly, Lilly, Lilly, stay!

Lily Donaldson, She Is Nicotine.

Barbie, you getting old bitch.

Posted in She Is Nicotine. with tags , , , , , , on March 24, 2009 by sheisnicotine

Barbie is that you?

When I was in Paris, I got to participate in birthday celebrations for one of fashions biggest contributors, Barbie. The little plastic vixen that has become a staple in the lives of little girls around the world since her creation 50 years ago, never ceases to amaze me. It was a night of fun and lots and lots of bubbles, both in and out of the champagne, but it left me with a few question. How does she maintain that perfect hourglass figure? And at 50 how does she manage to keep steady ‘old Ken’s eyes from wandering?

I would love to get Barbie really plastered and see what she has to say. Can’t you just see it? That perfect hair, matted and shaggy hanging in her face, lopsided grin replacing the perfect smile. Dress riding up, heels hanging almost off her feet sprawled out in the booth. Drunkenly slurring about how she hasn’t gotten decent sex in the last 50 years, while spilling her champagne on her clothes.

Barbie wasted? She Is Nicotine.