adoption is for everyone

I wrote my senior thesis on the complications of transnational, transracial, transcultural adoption. I wrote about how angelina jolie creates an image of herself worthy of candidacy for sainthood and how madonna tries to make transnational adoption (literally) in vogue. However, beneath the glitz and the glam there are adoptees all over these United States that grow up confused and sometimes ashamed of who they are; confused about having to identify certain ways in racially and culturally polarizing environments and ashamed at both the prospect of never understanding their former, unknown self and sometimes hating the life they were severed from. It's a tricky thing being an adoptee (i know because i am one) and i am excited to see if this film joins Avery's two lives (pre and post adoption) in a way that honors the disjointed and non-linear nature of an adoptee's experience.

check out the official website of the film: Off and Running

minneapolis is a sexy rocker model chick

knighttcat

valerie is a penguin

this is a good remix for a day of unpacking my new house in brooklyn.

tom from myspace or tom who saves the world

i'd rather be tom who gives kids shoes. cause like i bet he's hotter. or at least his shoes are hotter than tom from myspace. tom from myspace wishes he could be tom the shoe. really. he told me. i could work for toms for a living. just saying. dream job.

scarlett johansson breaks up with pete yorn

so, this is mildly embarrassing. I like the Scarlett Johansson and Pete Yorn song "relator" from their album long collaboration entitled, "The Breakup" not yet released. I tried to resist the temptress (who serves more as an awkward and boring weirdo in the video) but the song is just SO CATCHY. I listened to it a couple months ago and divulged my secret to a few friends but now I think it's time i just come. clean.

An open letter to Scarjo:

Scarlett Johansson, you might have called me Cabbage when we were 10 years old but i've forgiven you and i even love your new song.

Love always,
Tete

only if you care about civil rights and humanity

The film, WILLIAM KUNSTLER: DISTURBING THE UNIVERSE's theatrical release is this friday, 13th (that's weird) and I implore everyone in New York to go and pay the 3 mil (that's how much films cost in these trying times) and see it at Cinema Village on 12th and University. The documentary, directed by the late William Kunstler's two daughters, Sarah Kunstler and Emily Kunstler, explores the career of the radical and controversial Civil Rights attorney. Most fascinating (and surprising) is rather than revering Kunstler, the sisters explore and interrogate their issues with the controversial cases their father took later on in his career. So, children of the corn, instead of renting Freddy the 13th (or whatever) go see something far more intellectually stimulating. And tell your friends to get with my friends so we can be friends.

home shopping

dwell

sorry. I've been looking for an apartment. I don't seem to do anything else. And I don't seem to find one either. I, for some reason, thought I'd be choosing between mansion and estate. Though it's more like I'm finding shoe box after shoebox for $$ and a bootboxes for $$$.

sex in late jan and early february

photo cred 10.17

everyone seems to be born in the last weekend of octobre and the first week of novembre. needless to say i was celebrating all over new york these past few jours in various costumes. eating various red velvet cakes. one was from magnolia. Aside from the normal commotion of that place there was an added twist of the 20 marathon runners, peering over my shoulder waiting with bated breath until they could dig their ivories into a celebratory cupcake. I felt like i was in a marathon of sugar consumption this weekend. halloween. over. check. total body conditioning starts at 5:30. anyone? also french words make everything sound way more whimsical and romantic. I am trying to get you to want my life. alors.

traveling kids (not the anarchist kind)

Images of travel have been on my mind since last nights Girldrive reading at KGB Bar. This morning, feeling nostalgic for roadtrips and yearning for any kind escape from the cityscape i looked at my friend Stephen Yang's photos. If only i were independently wealthy. Oprah, if you're out there, I know you love to help a colored in need. I am that colored.

savage (not fred)

The Dutchess and The Duke has a sound that transports me to the fall of 1968. I imagine I'm Winnie's (from the Wonder Years) weird black friend who'd rather go home and listen to records than speak. I imagine I'm playing them on my 8-track in my basement while she stares at me blankly, obtrusively, as if telling me with her eyes that she wishes I had straight hair. It's a symbiotic friendship though because she brings the weed. I close my eyes and mellow out. I know I'm bound for New York City on a greyhound right after i graduate, with or without Winnie. Later I become the most relevant African-American cultural critic of the 20th century.

joe lieberman is out of his everloving mind

Huffington Post just told me that Lieberman is going to join the republican health care reform filibuster. he is the devil's spawn.

winner

courtesy of 10muses

and her thighs ALMOST touch! hottie.

you wildin

check out my latest post about Pinkberry at youwildin'

helsinki plaid

courtesy of hel-looks

i love fall

sienna plays

my friend raved about the dress she saw sienna wearing at the premier party of the new play, After Miss Julie that she stars in. After a www.google.com inquiry into the dress i was pretty upset i wasn't a rich and famous movie star wearing balmain. every. day.

ladies lunching lavishly

nah, not really lunching lavishly, though there is free champagne! It's actually a present day answer to an amish market, except with hot ladies selling way cooler things; jewelry, artwork and natural beauty products. though amish butter is pretty on point. Anyway come peruse, buy or chat with ladies in this rare and awesome project of women selling products made by women, for women, by women, for women. women. womyn. yup.

a crimpet a crumpet

photo from 10.17

If i were a lady i would have a spread like this

robyn bird is my new feminist hero?

remember her? I know you all remember "if you wanna hear us moan, call us on the phone." After getting over the nostalgia of seeing her blond hair (that a blind hairdresser dyed) and her white fingernails (which she sported every show), I was really impressed by the content of the clip. For close to 30 years she's taught nearly every 13 year old New Yorker since the 70s a thing or two about what grown-up boobies and penises look. A. The Bird-Lady has been a woman unapologetic about sharing her sexuality with public access viewers since the dawn of time. she has literal pioneer status. B. After a jaunt with her wikipedia page i realized that she has used her iconic channel 35 status to raise awareness and support development in AIDS research and LGBT rights and issues. Bird has also been engaged in legal battles with the state of NY since the 90s to keep her show public, free and unscrambled, defending the rights of people all over our fine city who want to enjoy pornography legally, freely and safely in the privacy of their homes, without shame.

So, let's all raise one to Robin Byrd for being mad cheesy, having that semi-creepy raspy voice, for loving the gays, the bis, the transgenders, people of color, sex on pool tables and sex in her weird neon studio.

Gordon Voidwell sings the black national anthem

CMJ promises some really exciting new music and some really boring, bad, bad, music. I strongly urge, as the most important voice of any given generation, against your natural inclination to purge when you hear the words "WEBSTER HALL" and go see Gordon Voidwell play at 11pm. Bring your friends of color too. he loves that. and semi hates it. or loves it.

i'm pretty hungry

props: http://infantfoundation.com/blog/

filippa K

I plan on finding some winter items with filippa. In Sweden she has a discount store. Unfortunately for me I don't live in Sweden. I also like light more than 4 hours a day in winter. you can find her at Castor & Pollux and Flying A in New York.

rick owens

i'll be visiting his shop this week.

rickshaw shawn: my, my, my superman

I saw this dude at like 3am two weeks ago on 5th and A carting these two japanese girls for the ride of their life. He literally scaled a wall. My natural inclination told me to pack it away in the depths of my memory bank for it's unreal, bizarreness but instead I found myself standing in the same exact location last night regaling the incredible. so, i found him. watch. this.



and if you want to look at him in late-night-action watch this:

alexander wang

so this photo from the wang show has nothing to do with my post but i thought this getup was fuego and I want it (or the inevitable and more realistic forever21 version) immediately.

Anyway, something is finally happening in New York City! What?!
"night of mayhem" at What Goes Around Comes Around hosted by Mischa Barton

Start Time:	Tuesday, September 15, 2009 at 9:00pm
End Time:	Wednesday, September 16, 2009 at 12:00am
Location:	What Goes Around Comes Around
Street:	351 West Broadway
City/Town:	New York, NY

Moe's Kleiner Imbiss

The falafel with halloumi and some spicy sauce at King Of Falafel, graefestrasse in Kreuzberg, (a neighborhood in Berlin) is the most bomb thing I've ever tasted. I was trying to think of my "comeback" post, something that would summarily describe my month-long jaunt across eastern and northern europe and all i could recall was this wonderful, cheap eat. So, everyone, if you find yourself in berlin in the near future, skip all of the art, kreuzberg bridge drinking, biking (and falling off), watching buskers, flea-markets, theater, and go straight to moe's. but before that go next-door and buy a club mate and drink that up right quick.