image via Tom Palumbo

“Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.” -Ernest Hemingway

French Breeze (Gourmet, July 1961):

There are too few cocktails made with Calvados. And there are too few cocktails made with grapefruit juice. Here’s one with both. Unless you’re a big fan of bitter orange, go easy on the orange-flower water.

Pour 2 ounces each of Calvados and fresh grapefruit juice into a cocktail shaker one-third full of cracked ice. Add 2 dashes orange-flower water and 1/4 teaspoon fine granulated sugar. Shake the drink well and pour it into a chilled 12-ounce highball glass. Fill the glass with chilled Champagne and stir lightly to blend.

image via The Icon

I hope she didn't use an alcohol-based hairspray.

An exhibition of Hugh Kretschmer's photography--which I find really striking and hilarious--is opening tomorrow night at the Clark|Oshin Gallery on Wilshire.

There's something equally amusing and off-putting about his work that makes me think of filmmakers like Michel Gondry and Jean-Pierre Jeunet. I've never liked Dali's brand of surrealism--too serious--which is why I think I gravitate to Kretschmer's childlike-yet-macabre imagination.

In short, go look.

image via Peter Lippmann

This is my favorite image among many amazing images shot by Peter Lippmann for the Christian Louboutin Fall 2009/2010 lookbook.

Why is this my favorite photograph? It's not only because it features dripping candles, moldy old books and a foreboding skull. It's because when I first saw these shoes, they reminded me of something Pocahontas might wear if she landed a role on The Hills.

Genius.

I hadn't heard of velvet magazine until coming across these beautiful photos from the latest issue on Fashion Gone Rogue. I love the ethereal, psychedelic tone of this shoot. It's one of the most thoughtful and stunning editorials I've seen all season, and it manages to incorporate some wildly diverse trends (gothic inspiration, architectural shapes and ultrabright colors) in one stylistically cohesive series of images.

A quick Google search revealed many velvet magazines in the world--one is for "mature, non-scene" lesbians, another is an art and culture publication based in Greece--but this particular velvet is an Italian fashion title.

I would subscribe, but I can't decipher enough of the language to do so on the magazine's homepage. Alas.