one random walk.

pooch latch -

some sunny sunday san fran afternoon.

did i mention the shoe? (thom browne is the devil, continued . . .)

cause every rose has it's THOMS (browne variety).


and every foot needs a little something extra, right?

THREE SIMPLE NEEDS (thom browne is the devil) -

three looks i MUST own from the thom browne spring 08 line.

and yes, i can make all three work.

day/evening/office. that's how.

best birthday gift ever.

richard brought these japanese flash cards back from tokyo on his last visit.

they used them to teach english back in the 1920's.

my two favorites are "gray/spot"

and "dick/tim".

no reason!

PIGGY!

i love the pink piggy.

wait till i rip it limb from limb and gut it all over the family room,
leaving shreds of piggydom
over the entire sofa.

ANOTHER birthday? already?

ok, susan and diane threw me this little belated dinner party.

and cooked. which is reason enough to turn thirty eight twice in a year.

thirty six.

(what's the official "cute gay guy" cut off age again? thirty five?)

screw it, the cinnamon orange peel honey cake

with the fresh cream icing was worth turning

my real age.

which is thirty-something. ish.

face.

i mean, really.

LOOK AT THIS FACE!

is it any wonder they are denied NOTHING AT ALL . . .

a day in my life -

this, apparently, is how my ex-partner tereasa thinks i work.

i love tereasa.

(click on the pic to read her witty copy larger)

thank god this is over -

six months. she's been "fixed". took her ten days to bounce back.

don't worry, she's all bouncy again.

on the town -

we've been making a dent in the sf dining scene. this is us at bong su.

panchita's #3 -

so the best part of the labor day weekend was stumbling into my new favorite restaurant, panchita's #3.

we drive past this place every morning on our way to work, it's on the outer edge of the mission in a "transitional" part of the neighborhood. "transitional" in that half the people on the street either have safeway carts, imaginary friends, or clients who drive by in sedans with suburban plates.

however, it's chic, industrial cool, and the patrons were a mix of a table of leather daddies, hispanic families at the bar (yes, babies and all), couples with multiple tatts, and us, the gay couple in their blazers.

and it was GREAT.

so, between the ceviche on avocado with a lime vinaigrette, homemade guacamole, or the crabmeat enchiladas. . . i'm going back.

this is sam saffman -

we work with sam a lot at old navy.

he's a model.

he just shaved his head.

it is getting hard to breathe in here? i'm feeling all floaty and shit. mother? peanut butter?

save my soul -

don't know what to make of this.

i am in LOVE with the new britney spears single as remixed by T.I.

what is wrong with the world??
(ok. yes. i have always loved cheez whiz pop diva dance singles. this is nothing new. but this pop diva ACTUALLY EATS CHEEZ WHIZ. and that is unacceptable. and she slept with that federline thing. at least twice. you see where i'm going, i'm stopping now.)

the perfect "pick up" -

often, when walking grr and avec, i throw on a little quel q'ue chose en rouge and feel ever so much better about picking up their crap.

this is my head on prada

actually, this is my head on those random fabulous screens scattered throughout the flagship store in soho. you know the ones that replicate/splice/re-iterate you to the point that buying that hardcase alligator luggage in dove gray seems perfectly logical.

perfectly. logical.

i tell you, this technology stuff is ah-may-zing.

company -

i know how grr feels.

the dog in the old navy commericals is . . .

i TOLD you avec had gotten big.

i adopted her off the set, a little blue pit bull,

and she went right from judith bedard's arms to mine.

she's the best addition to this home i could imagine. 

POP QUIZ

for those of you paying attention,
this is a recent sighting of the the elusive ________ .

umm. . . i choose. . . screaming.

NO!! HERMES!! I CHOOSE HERMES!!!

fry porn

these were like good porn.
not much plot, and plenty of napkins on the side.

ma soeur est belle.

the brooks of boston

so,
after a grueling week of shopping and looking at models.
(no, seriously, it was HARD. there were all these things i DIDN'T buy.
that's right. you read it. DIDN'T buy.)

(and yes, i worked. there were all these pretty pictures and words i had to put in order and match up and make, you know, prettier. and i had to see what other stores were doing. which involved this extended running around in the heat and this reeeeeeeallly long trip through bergdorf's where everything went blurry around a thom browne cashmere cardigan and i woke up in that highly over-rated kelly wearstler restaurant.)

(which reminds me, have you seen prada for fall? fake fur. patent leather. man leggings. it's drag meets desert storm. it works.)

anyhoo,
after the long week in nyc,
i went to visit the charming brooks' of boston,
a lovely young couple who spent the weekend touring me around their quaint city.

somehow, between the fried clams and the quaint charms of newbury street,
i found myself quite taken by this young couple.
they have all the markings of fine upbringing and good social graces.

i wonder why we got along so very very well?

a week in the heat

take to new york to explore the streets,
weather a heat wave,
a tornado hitting brooklyn,
flooding in the subways
that shut down the city. . .
and still have an amazing time.

thank you, miss evelyn, for a lovely trip.

(and i love the new patent lavender dries van noten booties. when do they debut?)

DIVA DENIM TV

click below, and watch us go. . .

crap!

(how do we get away from him now? crap.)

prada, patent, perfect.

no, it's not mine. yet.

it's a sign.

literally.

ok, sorry the posts have been sporadic recently, but this is retail. and holiday is upon us. and production. and i never understood what the hell my grandfather meant when he used to say "i've been so busy i don't know my right from my left, my up from my down" because, really, how hard is it? right, left, up,down.

then, on the last shoot, i saw this.

and it was all crystal clear.

denim 2.0

a week in los angeles with :

1) another chris and lena set you want to move into
2) sexy lexi (he probably hates that, but what is he going to do? come after me?)
3) todd and nancy
4) avec's BROTHER (walked right up to me, put his paws up on my shoulders, and started licking me over and over, just like his sister does. this was before i knew they were from the same litter.)
5) the return of the diva.

all this before the big tv launch, which happens. . . tomorrow, kids!

i'm EVERYWHERE!

ok, in a valiant attempt at joining the modern age
(for those of you still figuring out how to use your tivo, you can skip this post)
i have been exploring and posting a ton of new sites.

so, you can find me now on:

MySpace
(join, and search for me. be my friend. myspace.com/landissmithers)

Facebook
(seems like the adult MySpace. join, search for me. be my. . . ok, you get it. www.facebook.com)

LinkedIn
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it's the professional networking site, pretty cool.

so far, so fun. mainly because it has given me outlets to talk about/post pictures of/ramble about. . . myself.

and we all know how uncomfortable i am with THAT.