Starting The New Year Off Right

This is going to be such an exciting year, we are convinced, at least here at bunnyshop, if not in the outside world, which remains a terrifying, dangerous place. We are going to have contests and contest winners—including the announcement of whoever it was who won the Nick and Jessica Celebrity Marriage Death Pool—and even, we absolutely cannot believe this, little things where if you say the code is "bunnyshop" you get 15% off things! Can you imagine? We so cannot. Seriously. Truly.

And to really start this year off right, as a present to ourselves, our readers, and humanity, we have deleted every mention of Abercrombie and Fitch, those fucking fucking fucking assholes (don't get us started). Can you think of a better way to start 2006? We can't. Really. Except in the Caribbean. But close. Happy New Year!

P.S. And here is a picture for you. Just for the record, that is a dog cuddling with a cat. And that cat's almost as much an ass as Abercrombie. All things are possible, friends.

Our Three Favorites From The Mall

To the mall. Oh, the mall. This is what happens when you grow up in New Jersey. The mall just feels like home.

Of course, our mall is too down-market for a J. Crew, and in any case, we find them, sort of hit or miss. But when we like it, we love it, and we just absolutely adore this Lyndsey cotton cady [sic] dress. Apparently cotton cady is "a beautiful Italian flat weave with a subtle sheen," but to us, it just looks like somebody forgot an "n." Anyway: beautiful. We love it. Get there on the double, though, because they're taking an extra 25% off of everything in the winter sale and it's just totally disappearing. $149.99 plus an additional 25%.


The problem with Anthropologie sales is that you're like, "How did all this fucking crap get in here?" It's like half of their stuff is absolutely, ridiculously, $12,000 zinc-baker's-table gorgeousness, and the other half is sweaters with crocheted butterflies. Which has a time and a place, but the time is not now and the place is definitely not in our closet. Er, on our floor, with the rest of our clothes. Still, we adore it, and given the choice, we'd probably rather be sequestered in one of their stores than anywhere else. Like in The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil etc.

This has got to be the ultimate Anthro dress, no? And the fact that this is part of their "Boxing Day" sale, which we learned in yoga class today refers to the practice of servants showing up at their masters' doors, looking for their tips in little boxes. Again, we have no idea if this is true or not. Practically half off! Was $249, now $129.95

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The Post Christmas Sales, Pt 3

Like we said yesterday, there were just too many worthy buys in the shopbop post-x-mas sale to put in one posting, so here's the second installment. Also, we get tired. Why are the holidays so exhausting? Seriously, our only plan at the moment involves selling all of our possessions on eBay and moving to Peru. Speaking of moving: Get to these fast, if you're into them, because they're disappearing by the minute.

Anyway! That's the bronze Kooba Chiara Hobo—there are really just too many words in that description, no?—and it's 30% off. Buy it now, save it for spring. We just hate bronze bags in January. Isn't that random? It's just too full of life and liveliness. Maybe if you are in the southern hemisphere, then it'd be okay in January. Because it'd be summer there. Oooh, geography, brillian! Was $525, now $367.50


That's Twill Twenty Two's Santa Fe jacket. The thing about this list is that we love everything on it, and it's hard to speak interestingly about things that you like. Sort of like the office guy you're in love with: It's all, "I love him, I love him, I love him," but none of that's very interesting, is it? We love this jacket. That is all. Even if again, we'd be happier if the fur was faux versus vrai, tu sais? $253, now $177.10


Aren't these adorable? So the Gap has gold ballet flats for about $200 less than these, and $200 will buy you an awful lot of, say, food. But these are practically a neutral, and they're practically begging for compliments, and we're annoyed at the Gap for submitting their sizing policy to the worst kind of mind-control ("Now you're a 0! So buy these jeans!" Barf.) But this is about these lovely 12th Street flats, formerly $359 and currently $251.30


James Perse. Could not be more basic, right? Every time we buy something basic we're all annoyed, because it's boring, but then we wear it like 5000 times and end up feeling quite clever. Cross front camisole, was $55, now $38.50


We're totally obsessed with vests. Probably no one else shopping shopbop is, because there's a full range of sizes left for this Juicy Couture cashmere vest, meaning that it's exceptionally unpopular. Well, we can honestly say we were exceptionally unpopular in middle school, and we turned out just fine. Was $198, now $138

The Post Christmas Sales, Pt 2

There's so much stuff that we want in the shopbop sale that we're going to have to break it up into smaller, more easily digestible chunks, although we strongly recommend paging through each one of their 103 pages. Most of it is only 30%, which doesn't exactly get us all hot and bothered, but there's stuff in there we've been covering for ages — like the Diesel Ivrev vest, which, sadly, is now only available in the wrong size. That's the thing about the xmas sales. We've always been rather naive and laissez-faire about them, but now we see the truth, which is of the snoozing-losing variety.

Beginning with coats, and one top:

This L.A.M.B. Royal Overcoat makes us so happy about Gwen Stefani, even if we still have no idea what that whole banana \\ holla-back girl thing is all about. Then $675, now $472.50


We also adore this Paul & Joe belted coat. Look at the little flare in the sleeves! Ugh, we love it. You could seriously wear this like every day for the rest of your life, provided a suitable climate.


And argh, we love this Juicy Couture parka, too. We're not desperate about the raccoon collar—we'd be happier without it, not least because it'd be cheaper—but we love this micro bubble shape. Was $450, now $315


And don't we sound like such shills today? We know, we know, but we love, we love. This is a LaROK "Grecian top." Are we totally sure about the color? No, we're not, but it could be good. It would depend. But the shape, yes, we totally love. And it's the only color where there's a reasonable size range available. Maybe we will just be shills now. We could deal. Was $128, now $89.60

The Post Christmas Sales

This is going to be like the lowest-key ever ("lowest-ever key"?) week at bunnyshop, because it's the week between Christmas and NY's and, seriously, not at all sure anyone is anywhere but in line at Express returning a couple pairs of those "Editor" pants. So all we're going to do is report on the online sales, because we are just not doing that going-to-the-mall thing. Er, okay, we totally are, in fact, we just made our mother promise to drive us to the Gap tomorrow, which means we have fully reverted to our 16-year-old selves. You know that Love Actually movie? It's kind of equal parts horrifying and lovely. Horrifying because you're thinking, "This is really quite lovely."

We loved this Marc X Marc Jacobs top until it went on sale, and now we're like "Eh." If you replaced "Marc X Marc Jacobs top" with "any guy we ever had a crush on" and "until it went on sale" with "until he tried to make a move," you've pretty much got us, all summed up. Because now we're just like, nice and shiny but fits all weird. The Duchess Satin Jacket, $458, now $274.90


We have loved these Diesel Rame jeans for so long, longer than ever, and now they're like 60% off. We already bought ours with our sister's 10% off bluefly code, so if you want ours, you can e-mail us at bunnyshop@mac.com. It's Christmas and all. $120, now $46.39

All We Want For Christmas

We spent like three hours trying to figure out what to write about today: Our favorite things? To buy or receive? A top ten? A year in review? Ugh, we hate years in review. Like, any round-up, of anything, that involves "TomKat" or "Brangelina" ... this is not what we want from (a) our blog or (b) our lives.

So we realized that we don't have to want anything this weekend, except maybe some sort of way to get around the DVD-pillaging hordes at Best Buy. Tomorrow we're going to go to lunch with our ex-roommate, and then we're going to MoMA, and then we're going home, and then we are going to sleep for like 15 hours, and then we are going to spend Christmas at a Chinese retaurant and the movies, which, in our family, anyway, is less self-satire \\ more viable-entertainment. And then some day, far in the future, we are going to start picking out nice things to buy again. And we are going to be very excited about spring fashion, and even a Daniel Franco-less Project Runway, though the latter is certainly difficult. That day will come. Possibly on the 26th. But until then we are going to take a v Buddhist approach to this weekend (we're sure our Lutheran pastor would just be so wild about this strategy) and take a little break.

P.S. We are so ashamed, and aware, of the fact that this is sort of like how QVC sells shit 24-7-364 and then on Christmas Day is all, like, instead of buying these 18K gold chains, here's some delightful holiday music.

P.P.S. There is going to be so much fun stuff here next year, it makes our head spin.

P.P.S.S. We would sort of like this Kooba bag. MERRY CHRISTMAS XXXXOOOO BS

If It Weren't For Yoga, We Might Have Kicked Someone Today: Our Favorite Yoga Pants

Seriously, we don't even know why we're posting at this point, since everyone is probably either at the mall, or, if you're in NYC, (a) sitting in your apartment, (b) sitting in a bar within walking distance or (c) halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge on your way to your office, all of which are unsatisfactory choices except possibly for B. And we must admit our bad mood has been totally compounded by the sad loss of Daniel Franco in tonight's Project Runway. Oh, we loved him. Possibly the most sincere man we have ever seen. More sincere than the most sincere man could be, even if he were instructed to play the part of the most sincere man who ever lived. Oh, we love you, Daniel. We knew there was no way they'd kick Santino off, but that doesn't mean we have to like it. We will say that for once Heidi wasn't a total bitch about the dismissal. Really, that whole task set the team leaders up to fail, allowing the boring ones whose names we can't always remember to stay under the radar. Tsss. Anyway. Are you as excited for Rollergirls as we are?

We have been moved to commit violence several times today, including when a cab driver cut off a woman in a Saab and then yelled at her in a language we don't understand. People, the Christmas spirit has left Brooklyn, and that is just the saddest thing we have ever heard. This is why we go to yoga, even if these last few days we have wanted to commit acts of violence in yoga class, like today, when some guy in bike shorts and no shirt tapped us on the shoulder and was all "Ex-CUSE me" when we apparently took up too much space in front of the belts. Ugh, put on a shirt, dude. It's like 55 degrees in there, and he's still topless. What's that movie where the guy's all, "I'm allergic to my clothes"? Oh, wait, it's The Simpsons. Fair enough.

We've stopped wearing both running pants (uncomfortable) and shorts (horrifying) to yoga, and we've always been a little jealous of our yoga teachers' wardrobes. And their lifestyles, too, all this, "I'm going to India and I'm going to Costa Rica and I can do this crazy headstand to chaduranga thing," but mostly the clothes. This brings us to Hard Tail. It was so not our intention to put a giant photo of a girl's ... er, backside? ass? we have no idea what to say there — but to put that up. Unfortunately, due to a scarcity of large images, this is our only choice. We don't like the pictures, but we do love these pants. Black roll-down pants, $48


You know, the problem with yoga clothes is that it's usually either too ugly (designed by hippies) or too expensive (designed by ex-models.) These Low-Rise Pants by Lucy are neither. Actually, we know they're not ugly, but they could, indeed, have been designed by ex-models. We have no information either way on that. $60


We also really like these. It's like a little sash. Colorblock pant by Kos USA, $56


And speaking of ex-models: the Nuala line from Christy Turlington! Whee! Any reason why these should literally be twice as muhc as the ones before? Maybe it's because they're crafted, individually, by various early ’90s supermodels. Now that might be worth paying for. Nuala Roll-down Pant, $110


We love, love, love Lululemon and these Judo pants, but they make it so hard, without any online shopping. Maybe it's some sort of weird tax thing, since they're Canadian. See, that's like when we're talking to our boyfriend about the Boer War or something, and we say something like, "The Battle of Mowowaot was totally the turning point," just completely mangling something we sort of almost remember from an episode of Jeopardy 12 years ago. Anyway: Here's their store listings, since they need to be so difficult.

www.bunnyshop.org

We are so bad at promotion, but we would be so happy if you would check out www.bunnyshop.org.

Shoes We Won't Be Wearing Today

Seriously. We love unions. We believe in unions. If we were in a union, we might actually have health care. But today, we spent our time coming up with our own strike chants. Like, "TWU. We generally support your efforts to obtain health care and pensions for your members, but believe your decision to step away from the negotiating table was hasty to the point of recklessness and you are making millions of people totally, totally hate your guts."

We were going to do a little round-up of trainers, suitable for walking, but, like, fuck that. That's giving into their demands, and we're not giving into their demands. (Except for the health care. Take all the health care you want. Maybe, when we get sick, you can get us some prescriptions or something.)

These are just the most ridiculous shoes we've ever seen, without veering into parody with feathers or whistles or something. Jimmy Choo Jela velvet sandals, $790


Seriously, we couldn't walk in these boots from our bathroom to our kitchen, much less to Manhattan. Those heels are only three inches, but they look somehow look taller than that. NB: Zappos calls them "hot and sexy," so hot and sexy they must certainly be. They are actually a little fetish-y, with all those side tie details. You know, when you can't escape your neighborhood, you can't do Christmas shopping at anywhere but the one store where everyone else in the neighborhood is also shopping, which are conditions that provide for 0 to Grinch in .23 seconds. Sigh. Christmas. Transit strikes. Argh. Bronx Shoes Chiara, $146


These are hysterical. We could totally see Kimora Lee Simmons going nuts in them.


Speaking of whom, that woman must have the must fuck-you mug shot of all time. We can only hope that if we were ever arrested, our mug shot would be as bad ass. Baby Phat Fortunas, $198


Back to shoes we would actually wear, these are so adorable. They're so totally inappropriate, but if someone walked across the Brooklyn Bridge in these shoes in late December, we'd be pretty impressed. Marc by Marc Jacobs, $343


These are probably too cutesy for most tastes, but we've always had this strange soft spot for polka dots, sort of the same idea behind the fact that we're watching The Dead Zone right now with Anthony Michael Hall. Moschino Polka Dot pumps, $435


Do you think they hand these out with Ivy League law degrees? Or MBAs? Just wondering. Seriously, expensive footwear should be distributed based on how much you would appreciate it, rather than how much you make. If this is communism, then we can live with it. Jimmy Choo leather pumps, $445

Only over at www.bunnyshop.org....

We're doing an all-day salute to Zappos, the online retailer with the best shipping policy we've ever heard of. So if you want to check out their best, come on by www.bunnyshop.org....

The 30 Second Gift Recommendation

Consider it one for them, one for you. For them: the three snowflakes soaps, "nestled in a festive red and gold holiday gift box." Yeah, sounds pretty festive to us. $15.50, a perfectly reasonable present-price.


And for us, the Lapin dans le Jardin soap, complete with little soap dish and attractive bow-box. $20. Oh, we really enjoy shopping for other people so much more when it involves a little something for us.

www.bunnyshop.org

This whole two sites thing is giving us such headaches, we can't even explain. www.bunnyshop.org. It's better there. See? The whole idea of fixing the pictures below just makes us tired. They're fixed at www.bunnyshop.org.

Uggs For People Who Hate People Who Wear Uggs

This is going to have to be a mainly pictorial story, because if we say anything we're just going to go on and on about how much we hate people who wear Uggs, even though we are now among them. Do you know? We just feel icky admitting that. It's like, we really don't mind people who wear them, and we really like people who hate them. It's those people in the middle, without the courage of their convictions, who piss us off, and we are they. Etc. Pathetic. And we will even admit to participating in a little bit of an Uggs rush on the Upper East Side today (barf, barf), when we went to Saks, and they were all, "We don't have any more — try Barney's" and Barney's was like, "We don't have any more — try Bloomingdale's." And when we got the last pair in our size in the store, we just sat there, thinking self-loathing thoughts about the person we wanted to be when we were seven (marine biologist) and the person we are now (Uggs wearer.)

But it's cold, and they're warm, and if we ever wear lace-up running shoes to the airport again, we may spazz out even more thoroughly than we did on Friday, when a TSA employee instructed us to put a 16 inch-by-16 inch bag inside a 12 inch-by-8 inch bag. This, coupled with the fact that we had, by 5 minutes, managed to miss the flight that would allow us to return to the promised land in time to see a movie about a gorilla with our friends, led to our most spectacular airport freak-out in history, except for the time another TSA worker felt us up with her wand and we spent 45 minutes plotting our revenge \ her bodily injury before smothering our fury in a vat of TCBY frozen yogurt.

See? All this prattle is trying to keep us from admitting our Uggs problem. There was a line behind us at Bloomingdale's today, with people looking for Uggs. It was like a little suburban crack den, and nobody was getting their fix.

The Cargo version, above, remains our favorite. The fact that the new InStyle declares this a favorite of Jessica Alba just makes us hate ourselves more. $180


We believe that if you're going to buy Uggs, they should be black, so as to be as inconspicuous as possible. The Ultimate Tall, $185


The Uptown is one of Oprah's favorite things. It is also one of ours, because you can sell it for almost twice the list price on eBay, if you can find it in black. $180


These are still the barfiest boots we've ever seen. The Rockstar, $180


These are really too granola for confident use outside of one's home, but they also look nothing like Uggs, so it's sort of a tie. The Brooks Tall, $180


And we actually ... we admit it, we like these. Oh, fuck. You know what we mean. But the chocolate's sort of nice ... oh, we have to go be by ourselves for a little while. The Sunset, $140

Friday's Perfect Thing

This is apparently a big jewelry week here at Bunnyshop. Honestly, we're so tired we just walked into a lamp. Why do we think things like, "Oh, I have two exams on Thursday, and then I'm going to my ex-boss's party, and then when I get home at 11, I'll pack up my entire apartment and then take everything to storage by 8 and be at the Oakland Airport by 10?" Really? Who is that stupid? Besides us? Seriously. It's like, fuck it. Give us one of those brains they're injecting with mice stem cells, because even a mouthing-breathing mouse (er, try saying that five times fast) wouldn't have pushed her flight back for no other reason than getting to see King Kong with three people she's seen like 55,000 movies with already. Tss.

Anyway, right. Today's perfect thing is also jewelry, and it is so perfect, sometimes we just like to sit here and admire it. Really, the entire Anthopologie department is totally genius. But this glass cameo bracelet is super totally genius. Yeah. We're pretty tired. But if we weren't, and we had $348, we'd buy this. Or maybe a nap. Actually, a nap. But then the bracelet.

Seriously

It is way better at bunnyshop.typepad.com. It's like we have a new baby, and we love him soooo much more than the old one.

Salute to Brooklyn: Frida's Closet

We lived down the street from this store until we got mugged, at knife point, two blocks from it. But of course, that was bazillion years ago, when the Smith Street vibe was more Rent-a-Center than French-farmhouse decor shops. And before this store existed, for that matter. Anyway: Isn't this shirt-dress wonderful? We've dreamed of a shirt-dress like this. Lovely!

Look of the Day: Alexandre Herchcovitch

Alexandre Herchcovitch. That skirt, which we adore, is made of latex! Like a condom skirt! So clearly many things are made of latex, but ... you make a skirt of latex, and people are going to think of condoms. Or balloons. Whatever.


This was the only Alexandre Herchovitch item we could find available online. It's not quite as fun as the skirt. The AND t-shirt from A.H. and British designer Judy Blume, who is, by the way, neither an American, nor a writer, nor, indeed, a girl.

It's Better There

At bunnyshop.typepad.com! Not that it's not great here, too. You know what we mean.

Salute to Brooklyn

We were coming into our apartment building in this horrible city we are temporarily forced to call home, with maybe five grocery bags and the H&M bag we were recently, and so eagerly, endorsing, when we realized our keys were far, far, far out of our reach, and we stood in front of the door, ruffling through box after box of cake mix, when, one by one, the plastic handles started breaking, and the bags crashed to the ground. "Do you need any help?" asked a cab driver parked in front of the building. "No thanks," we said, not wanting to bring anyone else into our circle of broken cake mixes and keys-hatred. Finally, possibly as long as five minutes later, a woman comes out of the front door: "Could you hold it?" we said, gathering up the grocery bags. And then the strap on that freaking useless H&M bag comes undone (consider our recommendation officially revoked), and we have to stop to fix it, because the contents of our bag are beginning to spill across the courtyard, and then the woman actually begins to close the door behind her. "My cab's waiting," she says. "Right," we say. We hate you, we do not say.

We were willing to let this go. Then we went to the store down the block for a Diet Coke, and as we walked up to pay, some drunk girl's Paris Hilton-type rat dog actually bites us on the leg.

We hate this city, but we are going to be home in just four days, and until then, we offer a salute to Brooklyn, home of the Cyclones, the Cyclone, Heath Ledge and Michelle Williams, their baby, many hipsters, and, we have heard, Jennifer Connelly. The I [Water Tower] BK t-shirt, $26, from Brooklyn Industries

Next

We always hate it when we meet our friends somewhere, and then we go somewhere else. It's like, what, we couldn't have figured this out on the way here? But there's a good reason for this move: bigger, brighter, better, more! This is probably what our friends would say about the girls in the second bar. Boys are so obvious. But please come with us: bunnyshop.typepad.com

All I Want For Christmas Is Jewelry

If we had a wife, or, indeed, our boyfriend enjoyed wearing women's jewelry — which, he would probably like us to clarify, he does not — we would march them into Tiffany's and say something grand and ridiculous like, "Anything you want — it's yours!" And then we would tell them we were joking and ask them to lend us five dollars so we could get an Extra-Value Meal at McDonald's.

We love few things more than when people ask us questions, if only because they prevent us from wondering if we are adequately protected against bird flu. (Don't even get us started.) And we were recently asked what kind of jewelry an enterprising young man should buy his beautiful young wife. This, unlike the bird flu situation, was easily addressed.

Obviously the answer is giant diamond earrings. These 2-carat earrings are $11,000, and they will do perfectly. We didn't even know about that whole totally S&M screw-in stud (pun!) going on back there.


But perhaps you'd like to spend your $11,000 on building a bird-flu-proof fortress, or a car, or feeding a family of four for a year. We will always prefer independent designers, and one we like in particular is Adina. Personally, we must admit, we don't get too emotionally involved in jewelry, because if we did, we'd just be even more depresssed when we leave it on a movie theater seat after letting it "rest" there for a moment. But perhaps if we were the kind of girl to get attached to jewelry, we'd be psyched about Adina's heart on chain necklace, in particular, and also the Big Tiny Three Diamond Necklace and the Tiny Disc Long Chain Necklace.


We'd sort of hate anyone who came to yoga class wearing a $1400 medallion with Sanskrit text of the Bhagavad-Gita enscribed upon it. To be clear, we'd hate the wearer and like the medallion, which is entirely reflective of any and all of our major personality defects. 18K gold medallion, then the "Fearlessness" necklace (our pick, $95) and the small Tibetan Mirror ($1355).


We don't know why we left her until all the way down here, but we love Sarah McGuire. It's all so calm. There's nothing more aggravating than walking into a party feeling like you're wearing a really stupid necklace. Er, except bird flu. We are going to buy this first one as soon as we can: It's identical to one we had from Banana Republic that wasn't quite as nice, and we got compliments on that thing all the time, until the cord frayed. We have much higher hopes for this one. Three Rings necklace, $75. And the hand-beaten bands are nice, too, and probably even nicer in a marital setting.


And finally, Serge Thoraval, whose stuff would make a marvelous present for anyone. French. Etc. Maybe too moody for Christmas, but otherwise ideal.

Moving Day

See? There's a new post, but it's really much more exciting over at bunnyshop.typepad.com. Soon, there's only going to be bunnyshop.typepad.com, and we fear that none of our readers will be able to find us, the way our cat would get lost after we moved.

Cashmere Sweaters That Do Not Look Like Potato Sacks

We recently bought a sweater that is the cashmere equivalent of a potato sack, and almost as flattering: It's this terrifying silhouette of our sixth-grade Fluffernutter self. We know why we bought it ("half off of half") and we know why we won't return it (because we are so, so cold.) But really, we ask: Could we possibly find a non-Fluffernutter cashmere sweater, for warmth and non-Staypuft-Marshmallow-Man-ness?

Obviously the answer is yes; however, none of it is half-off-of-half. At least until December 26. Seriously, sometimes we think we shouldn't buy a single thing until after Christmas, when it's all on sale. Of course by that point, we'll want (full-priced) spring lines, but we digress. Cashmere: sweaters.

We show this sweater first just to protest the asinine embroidered moose on this Ezra Fitch sweater. We know: You're like, "Embroidred moose? What the fuck?" And yet, there it is, assuring that no one buys it but those girls who wear Abercrombie micro-minis and Uggs. We would love this sweater without that ridiculous moose. And you know, we quite like moose. Ugh, it's just so lame, in this particular case. Ezra Fitch premium cashmere v-neck, $148


Honestly, it's not like J. Crew's even trying anymore with these. Sort of like when you go to KFC and you have your choice of a half-dozen sauce flavors. Now you have a cashmere v-neck tee in 20 colors. Of course, we love eating at KFC, and we love this sweater, so it really sort of works out in the end.


These aren't spectacularly edgy choices, hmm? We guess it's that cashmere's so expensive that if you're doing interesting things with it, it costs way more money than we have. So we'll stick with basics. Like this Inhabit cashmere sweater. $250


This Alice & Olivia sweater ... we're sort of over it. But once, when it was young and new, we loved it. This model looks a little like Shannon Elizabeth, no?


Theory. We love Theory. It's too expensive, sort of like a Gap for investment bankers, but we remain fans. They make like 8 million cashmere sweaters, but this is our favorite (again: basic). The Marina C cashmere sweater ($195) — we like this color, but if you like it in "wheat," you'll save half, down to $97.50.

Update Your Bookmarks!

The new site is here! bunnyshop.typepad.com Soon, but not quite yet, it'll be bunnyshop.org, but technology has beaten us, and it'll be a tiny bit longer. But: Come over. We'll keep this one going for a while, but come see all the new things. There's even a photo album! We move, ever slowly, into the 21st century.

Ugh

From today's Times:
"I come from a time when gay men dressed women," [Bill Brass designer Michael] Vollbracht said. "We didn't bed them. Or at least I didn't. I am someone who is really pro-homosexual. I am an elitist. I am better than straight people. Women are confused about who they want to be."

You know, we wouldn't have minded if he was like, "I'm better than straight people who are stupid motherfuckers" or "I'm better than the straight people who live next door to me" or even "I'm better than [a notorious straight person such as] Tommy Lee." But seriously. Fuck you, asshole. You design clothes. You're better than a straight person who's curing cancer? Ugh. Seriously. Fuck, fuck, fuck you.

We barf our confused, straight, womanly-ness all over you, you ass.

Today's 60 Second Gift Recommendation: Because Paris Is Nicer Than Here

Notebooks from Cavallini. Sure, we'll write like three pages and then lose them somewhere, possibly in a movie theater, but we'll love them all the same.

Kate Moss in French Vogue

Seriously, this woman is the Teflon Don of fashion.

The Us Weekly Home Companion

Er, only a day after this was supposed to show up. Argh.

In any case. You know how, like, Time magazine wrote the Ronald Reagan's obituary like five years ago, and just waited until he died to put in the dates? Yeah. This is like that.

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Tuesday's Perfect Thing(s)

A: Fall sale. Luella Stevie tote, 25% (plus or minus) off! $770


B: Spring preview!!! Full priced, and tragically glorious. Zac Posen striped dress, $1500

Ricky Gervais Podcasts

Even though we would like to kick Blogger for destroying our Us Weekly post, this is the most guaranteed form of happiness in computer file form.

Faux-Fur Jackets

Fur: It makes everyone so angry. Faux-fur makes no one angry, except, possibly, people who do not like looking like a giant marshmallow man outside of their homes. However, this is true for the fur options as well, so all's equal except for the anger thing. Anna Wintour: Is she like, "I will not give in to the terrorists" every time some PETA member pies her in the face? Anyway: faux-fur jackets. Anger-free.

Every time we recommend Juicy Couture we want to stick little needles in our eyes, because self-punishment is so clearly in order. This jacket is apparently "40% modacrylic, 40% acrylic, [and] 20% polyester." It's about as far from actual fur, or, indeed, anything made by the natural world, as it could possibly be. Juicy Couture, $295.


Faux-mink. Don't you feel like they're getting awfully specific? Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent, $449, which is a freaking lot of money to spend on faux anything. However: nice sleeves.


This was, sadly, the best we could do re: photographing H&M faux-fur coat. They seriously have like 9,000,000 variations of the marshmallow-y faux jacket, with every conceivable color \ fur style \ etc. variation. However, they are almost all waist-length, perfect for enhancing the top-heavy marshmallowness. By the way, we finally tried on some Stella McCartney and the only thing we liked about any of it was the pink-and-tan tags. Which were so nice we almost stole one. Faux-fur coat, $49.


This was nearly deemed too boho \ Kate "Penny Lane" Hudson \ sweater coat-y to include, and we just don't approve of "a grooved tie-dye effect across its wild faux fur." We approved of it less when we thought that word was "groovy," but still. Anyway, maybe it's the breezy-hair styling, but ... maybe we pity it, which basically ensures that we will love it forever. Kristen Blake faux-fur jacket.


This is clearly the least marshmallow-y of the group. Something about cropped faux-fur jackets makes us totally insane — it's like a cropped apron or something; it just makes no sense. Isn't there something absolutely crazy in this model's eyes? Whatever is going on stage right must be absolutely fascinating. Mac & Jac faux-fur crop jacket, $144.

"Live Richly"

It's not like whoever thought up this campaign, which somehow grows more annoying, day after day — it's not like they should be shot, but they should be made to write out "We thought up the most annoying and liar-y advertising campaign of all time" for possibly 1000 years. Ugh. Fuck you, Citibank. We'll believe you when you give us back our 24.99%.

Our Favorite Holiday Make-Up

There always seem to be two way sto go with holiday beauty products: like, old-tyme Gingerbread Man shower gel, and super-slut eye-glitter early-’90s-raver New Year's Eve. Dilemmas, dilemmas.

The Winter Weather Survival Kit from Philosophy is just like their non-winter version, but with some lip gloss. Terribly impressive? Er, no. But exceptionally effective. Once we left our Purity in a hotel bathroom and we cried. We're easy criers, but still, it was a moving moment. It may be the only reason we wash our face. And only $26! It's made for secret-Santas or secret-holiday-bearded-men or whatever.


And then it's like, which of the shower gels? Apple cider, pumpkin pie, egg nog. What does egg nog smell like, and why would we ever want to apply it to our bodies in shower-gel form? Er, so maybe it's a choice between the first two. Both $16. The egg nog is $18, which makes us wonder if there is some kind of reverse-psychology effort going on.


We have no idea why, but we love this picture, and that is pretty much sufficient to make us buy this Princess Guava pack from Korres. Possibly this is because we would really love to be a Princess Guava. $28


Stila. All Over Shimmer Liquid Luminizer. "Luminizer" is such a made-up word. Most of the time with these "all-over shimmers" it's like "Here's some shiny grease to put on your face," but who knows, hope springs eternal. $20


Little known fact: Applying eye make-up with your fingers (erm, like we always do) is a bad idea, as the oils on your fingers create this slippery surface and the powder just slides off. Okay, so we're not 100% clear on the mechanics there, but you get the idea. And now we know not to apply these "Swinging Sweeties" loose powders sans additional, annoyingly expensive, brushes. $28


Glitter stix. This was what we meant with the whole raver thing. There is no need for this. But: fun. Ravers have lots of fun, right? We don't really have our fingers on the pulse of that whole raver thing yet. Nor will we ever, sadly. But we bet if we met one, he or she might like our Glitter Stix, and then we could all be friends and trade cross-cultural stories, all in the spirit of the holidays.

The BS Christmas Lists, Continued

Another letter from Santa's letterbag. Why, oh why, is the first thing we think, when we see Santa, pedophiles? Damn you, SVU. You have seriously fucked us up.

Anyway, letter:

Dear BS:
I actually want quite a few things this Christmas. First, I would like Juicy Couture's faux-rabbit jacket ... I don't know why, and I'm sort of embarrassed about it, but I still want it.


I also need these penguin cards right now, but that is more of a need than a want. Don't you love them? I love them.


And then I would really like this Bing Bang necklace.

For the immaterial thing, I would like to make out with the actor who plays Octavian in Rome. Is that weird?

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Please, please, send your Christmas lists to us, with the things you can buy at the mall, and the things you can only dream of: bunnyshop@mac.com.

We're Thinking That If This Is How You Got Here, We May Not Be The Site For You

Through the miracles of modern technology, we're able to see what search terms are used before someone comes here. Normally people type in normal things, like "Stella McCartney H&M" or "Puffer Coat" or "Abercrombie Sucks." In those cases, we may be able to help. However, presented without commentary, non-normal things that brought new friends here:

1. "hot slutty dresses"
2. "cashmere sweater fuck"
3. "Kate Hudson's tight little body from the Skeleton Key"
4. "carrie underwood in a bikini"
5. "bunny rabbit food shop"