and then, apres dinner, a model appeared -

-

true story.

we just finished dessert,

and this insanely gorge brazilian girl walks up to our table 

and says

"you are landis?"

-

she had been shooting lingerie 

in a castle outside rio,

had just flown in,

and ran to the restaurant 

so as to not miss us.

-

-

i know you already know it,

i did too,

but it was one of those

"huh. creatures like this DO exist in real life"

combined with

"god, did i really eat that much meat??"

and

"she's a hardworking gal, that brazilian lingerie/hair model".

-

ok, i guess this makes that day a leeeetle bit more glam.

-

EN ROUTE : the perils of travel to san francisco

-

during a recent trip to sf,

tim and i were delayed six hours.

due to "weather",

which typically means FOG,

in a city where fog is the norm.

-

tim and i flew into chicago in the middle of full on arctic gales

with nary a bump,

but sf?

fog = total shut down.

-

drives me bats.

-

add a screaming child in the packed lounge

who thought it fun to climb BETWEEN the seats and run around

while his toothless mother mumbled into her cup of coffee,

well,

i was HERE:

-

-

so, 

not to brag,

but just to make a point,

please note how i dress when i travel.

-

i think this is a good point.

my mother always made us dress up when we went on a plane,

whether to london or to pennsylvania,

there was a code.

it was travel.

it was civilized.

-

and yes, i love my orange bag too.

well, tim's bag,

but i co-opt it.

often.

-

anyway, there i was, about to shoot something.

perhaps myself.

-

finally we board.

and we are walking to the plane,

and tim turns to me,

all big eyed,

and starts nodding to the left,

saying

"get your camera get your camera get your camera".

-

-

i mean,

really.

i feel for her,

then i see the bunion pad,

and i think

sorry, no excuses grandma.

put the feet away,

and give beyonce her bag back.

-

-

this?

this is just a picture of hilary duff in lanvin heels with a birkin.

i'm not making a point,

i'm just soothing my eyes.

-

beetlegeuse, beetlegeuse, beetle juice -

for a long time in our history,

we used to be followed by ladybugs.

no kidding.

they would swarm onto our lawn one random sunny sunday, covering us,

literally hundreds of them all at once.

they would walk across our pillows in the morning as we were waking up.

they would appear in union pier,

in the winter,

in a store where we were walking with erin and paul.

they would show up on a windshield in san francisco

just before a big shoot.

they were our harbingers of change,

for after they appeared,

our lives shifted,

noticeably.

she showed up last week, on our doorstep.

i can't wait.

who do these people think i am?

you know how google sponsors links

beside gmail based on your "preferences"?

in other words, 

whatever the content of your emails

gets tailored to the advertisers . . .

i'm not sure what to make of my latest "ad options":

although,

i am intrigued by my new

adalusian stallion.

i always wanted a "pony".

RE-GROUPING : scattered moments from early january . . .

ok, catching up on the detritus, so the memories don't escape into the ether . . .

dinner out at A.O.C. with eduardo and mac,

getting to know each other.

i think tim was three margaritas in, hence the lovely "soft focus" effect.

oooh, dinner at Mozza,

mario battali's restaurant. 

this is the "mozzarella bar".

yes.  a whole bar.  that just serves different preparations and kinds of mozzarella.

ate here with philip williams and his amazing wife joanne.

we LOVE these two.  LOVE LOVE.

phillip is an amazing art director, joanie owns a stunning jewelry gallery/store on third.

i want to be them.

um, this is the unfinished top of my new desk:

claro walnut.

dinner at eduardo's.  mac cooked.  tim and i ate. 

the most stunning sunset of the month:

aaaand, we're only halfway through january.

cross promoting MYSELF (something i am loathe to do) -

so today, i link you not to here,
but elsewhere,
to get you to taste some other edges of my world.

first, go here:

SAM SAFFMAN

emascul8 is my blog on fashion.  and why men shouldn't be afraid of it.
(if you want to read more, just click on the header of the blog, and you'll get to the homepage.)

then, go here:

BLUE IS YOUR COLOR

i used to write a lot of poetry.  i was pretty decent.  got published at one point, even. 
here's some of it, i upload sporadically as i stumble over pieces.

see there.

i was a poet, and you didn't know it.

holidaze in el ay.

hmmm.

i don't know if i'm more surprised by the fact that i was disappointed with the execution,
or the fact that i actually did a double take.

who MAKES horns like that for cars?

i looked down, and there was my life, spread out before me :

(i work out.  i play with the dogs.  i work in fashion.)

and i feel blessed.

of course, i am also apparently a slob.   everything apparently has it's cost.

MOVING IN : mostly, some pictures of what tim and landis and grr and avec did their first week or so in their new space.

do the chairs go HERE?

or is the view better over HERE?

well, yes, cuteface,
that is a lovely place to nap. 

you've ALWAYS loved that chair.  see the proof?  right next to you.  that was YOU.

what to do now?

what?

we've been busy . . .

hey,
accidentally placing ominous statues above your head is exhausting work.

yo soy un flor -

which probably means something like

"i am the floor"

but i was having a frida kahlo moment during fittings for this project:

i don't know.

it's not technically "me",
but don't you think someone should get alber elbaz on the phone and let him know there's a new menswear trend about to kick off that he can get "in on the ground FLOR" on?

get it?

thank you.  here all week.

it's in the air, on the ground. change is everywhere i look these days -

life is starting 2 hum.

i like the tune.

tim's new toy, the volvo c30 -

hey,
every boy needs a rocket.

and tim's is FAST.

in a good way.

never mind.

do i LOOK like a good girl ?

well, do i?

google face recognition acknowledges landis' celebrity ties -

so google just launched some new features on it's sites,
including a form of face recognition on picasa.

i was intrigued, but also kind of skeptical.
we've all been here. 

"is this (tree) landis?"

no, idiot, it's a tree.

but, they did a damn good job.  for instance, not only did it accurately pick out and group my sister lauren's face, but of the three possible names, hers was the first in the "suggested" category:

 

 

it also,
miraculously,
grouped ME with my distant cousin,
VICTORIA BECKHAM.

seriously, people.  no prompting on my part.

me = vicky.

just saying.

sara fisher and signs from the universe -

first,
sara fisher comes back from her trip to iceland,
where she rode horses across landscapes that look like something
you made up
in your childhood:

THEN,
you stumble across the horse series that steven klein shot:

and you think:
the universe is sending me a sign.

what is it?

i know.  i need a HORSE!

no, wait.

help, what does the sign mean??

ACCESSORY WAR!

i think the license was a challenge to richard and i :


so we brought our "A" games.
i went for the yellow rims and the lanvin bamboo, resin, and lacquer bangle:


but bitch came back with the motorcyle cop's cap, and the baby phat pendants:


i mean, how does one beat that?

i blame connie -

she started the whole stupid "hat" thing:



i mean, this could get out of control or something:

what EBAY says about you. or me. well, really just me.

tim thinks that what we save on our ebay "wish lists" is actually a better sketch of our personalities than any psych exam.

at first i was irritated.

then i had to agree.

you can click on the image to see my "profile".

suffice to say i am "bright" (lots of lighting),
"comfortable" (furniture of style and function),
and "timely" (two, count them two watches)

oh, and "superficial".

you know how when you get a new toy, you play with it over and over and over and over?
like when tim bought you playstation with final fantasy, and you were like "what the . . . a PLAYstation? what do you think i am, twelve? don't answer that. but really, a VIDEO game? you spent money on . . . what does this button do?"

and then you disappeared down the rabbit hole known as final fantasy for around six weeks, barely slept, looked up cheat codes online, and got REALLY irritable because you weren't sleeping much and you couldn't tell anyone why because you were, you know, PLAYING VIDEO GAMES.

so that's why this new trick on the camera is killing me:






now i bet you all want the following three things:

1) a samsung NV20 camera

2) a blondie for dessert

3) nars "myth" lipstick. i mean, look what it did for me.