Naked Male Model!

Every day our inbox is flooded with press releases that may or may not appeal to our, ahem, core values. Well, the good folks at Versace certainly piqued my interest in an email that promised pictures of a naked male model! who employed his enviable talents at Versace's cock-tail party during Milan Design Week. That sounded just dandy. Do you think anything could have stopped my itchy trigger finger from click click clicking the link to download those suckers? Hells no.

Later that evening, Hunny was using my laptop and he spied a file named Naked Male Model!.

BUSTED.

Not that he had a thing to worry about:

Come on, Versace! Aren't you known for scantily clad thong things, and clothing so tight vaseline is an integral part of the dressing process? I've seen more skin on an episode of 7th Heaven. What a disappointment.

But I did get something great out of that email. Check out Versace's Sun Table:

You know you are obsessed with furniture when a table is more exciting than a naked dude lying atop a pile of mattresses. But I would not kick that hottie out of bed for eating crackers. The table, I mean.

And actually, I like a lot of the Versace Home pieces from their Design collection. I am, after all, known for my subtlety.

Kind of awesome, huh? But there's also a lot of this floating around their website:

It just wouldn't be Versace without appealing to the 60+ spray tanned and botoxed crowd.

Apologies for the short post today, but I'm recovering from an action packed week and weekend, and now I've got a friend in town that I need to accompany on some serious dining and shopping expeditions. I promise to check in on all your awesome blogs midweek, and of course I'll be back on Wednesday with an epic rrrrrrrrrroundup.

In the meantime, I hope you all have a naked male model! happy Monday!

Still Alright With White

Every once in a while I catch myself totally aware of my love for a trend.  I'll be completely enraptured with a color or a style and will go ape-shit crazy hunting it down and buying it up well aware, albeit sadly, that the love affair will end in one or two short seasons. I've been pretty whack-a-doodle crazy about white walls for a while.  I keep waiting for it to pass, hesitant to paint yet another room in my house white, wondering what will come next.  Well, apparently next up is white.  Yep, 2 years into my love affair with crisp walls, I renewed my trend-vows when I stumbled upon the interiors of Nacho Polo.  That's Nacho Polo Spanish designer, not to be confused with Nacho the Polo player from Argentina, who's hotty hotness was featured in this month's Elle Decor.

Let's see if you all are still smitten with white as well:

Ok, so this may be the meeting ground for every single trend of 2009 (hello bust and metallic gold tile) but you can't fight me on the awesomeness of this space.  You just can't.

I am a fan of monochromatic texture.  Especially if it's white and anchored by a sexy black lamp at the end of the hallway.

There's that bust again.

Prey tell, why would you paint your walls any other color with that sort of architectural detail and groovy view?

This must be the room we were seeing at the end of the white hallway.  And this is a list of things I love:  those chairs, that candelabra.  Lovelovelove.

For those of you who need a little more pattern mixed in with your white (I'm guilty of this a-plenty) Nacho brings stripes to the game.

And what better color to accent your large scale soft core artwork?  Yep, you got it.

So, what do you say?  Are you dudes still down with white?

FXFW

Brace yourself for lots of ranting, because yesterday was the lamest SXSW experience I have ever had, and that includes doing day parties while pregnant last year. Remember how I was supposed to go see all kinds of awesome bands and then hang with Snoop Dog at Perez Hilton's kick ass night party? Well, screw that. First it rained and lightninged all over the place, driving me to skip the day parties. Then I waited for THREE HOURS in the longest line I have ever seen in my life, in really really really cold wind (like literally freezing. In Austin. WTF?), only to get all the way to the head of the line and be told that the venue was at capacity. This was the worst organized, most poorly planned event I have ever attended, EVER. EVER. EVER. Next year I am applying for press credentials, which is what I should have done this year, but Momnesia made me forget how crazy and overhyped this party always is. Don't worry -- the night was not a total bust. My friends made it awesome by ordering me a fake birthday dessert for no particular reason, and then accompanying me to The Highball bowling lounge for a nightcap, which was pretty rad.

Austin Chronicle

Austin's hippest designer Joel Mozersky consulted on the interiors for the Highball, and true to form, the lounge is as comfy/flashy as his other venues. Too bad the pics aren't as flashy. (Note to JM: call me! You need to hire me to shoot your interiors, stat.)

Hello there, Hip Hop karaoke lounge.

With its tufted banquettes, David Hicksian mirrored walls, and sputnik lights, the Highball oozes retro glamor, dontcha think?

Karly worked with Mozersky on Bird's Barbershop's Eastside location, which you can check out here, and you can also see pictures from some of his projects in another post she wrote here. If you don't feel up to click clacking all around the web to see his work, don't fret. I've got a mini update of some of his latest work for you.

La Condesa

The Madison. Check out that Fornasetti wallpaper!

The Peacock

Dixie Chicks loft featured in Met Home.

That's pretty much all I've got for today, because staying up late in the freezing wind, changing out of my pajamas, AND wearing mascara, was a huge shock to my system. I am one sleepy kitten.

I'm going to rest up and see you dudes on Wednesday.