Target Rips Itself Off: Makes Worse Clothing Than Before

Ohai tackity tack tack capsule collection from Target! We all saw the fledgling beginnings of this possibly good idea: Erin Fetherston for Target was kind of cute...I guess...Proenza Schouler was awesome, as was Luella Bartley, so obvi Target is a bit hit (Jovovich-Hawk, Libertine) and miss (Patrick Robinson, Alice Temperly). But this time Target's done the (inevitable) unthinkable: they've ripped themselves off. Presenting Target's Go! International for Target. Yeah, it totally sounds like Kevin Drew titled the collection, but don't be fooled, this collection is red hot (not!)! It's full of geometric prints, colorblock shifts, and straight up asymmetrical madness! Shit is going down!

The funniest thing about this whole shabang is the fact that their home/domestic collection is more fug than the Mossimo bullshit they keep pimping out season after season. Everything is just sooooo...tack tack tack it up! It's almost like the design team of Target consists of Hannah Montana loving 13 year olds and 17 year olds with two credits from Home Ec. No lie.

It's currently clogging up the fluorescent lit aisle ways of the Big Red Bulls-Eye and prolly will be until Target finds some other designer to force a collabo with. I'm thinking Sean John...maybe a "No Bitch-Asses" on a pre-shrunk cotton shirt for 15.99 hanging up next to the neon green "Frankie Says Relax" tee? Just a thought...

Your electric bird,
Erika

Things What Make Me Happy This Week: Louise, Stuff White People Like, And Glass Candy

Oh, March is here! And that, in turn, means Spring is here. Granted, Spring won't officially be here for another few weeks, but it's seventy degrees over here and the sun's shining. And that's Spring to me!

So this week, after my doting love lush on Them Jeans, I have a few more of my favorite things. First up is Louise, the mysteriously gorgeouisie gal that's recently popped up once again on The Sartorialist. She's making a tidal wave sized splash on the Internet, showing up on a million fashion blogs. I guess this makes it a million and one. I'm inclined to make a Cory Kennedy

comparison, but I'll hold off, don't worry. Still, this girl has some mad crazy Parisian style, and though the haters are out in full force, I'm still thumbs-upping her. If you go to the Sartorialist's blog and check her out, surely her flaxen dishwater orange hair, sans lens Ray Bans, and high waisted miniskirt (daring out the wazoo, son) can definitely persuade you to j'adore her. Alright, my French isn't that great...but, then again, I speak Spanish.

Moving on, we have the best blog I have ever read (aside from my own, duh), which would be Stuff White People Like, an ongoing list (up to at least 76 by now) of shit white people stereotypically enjoy. I ran across it in an email, and I totally vote it the funniest shit ever. Those who are easily offended, well, should leave America, but those who like to laugh at lighthearted stereotypes and common "white people" jokes will for sure get a kick out of this.

It turns out white people like being the only whites in ethnic restaurants, bottled and filtered water, and standing at concerts. Ah, the Belle and Sebastian joke is sooo much funnier when you've actually seen it.

And finally, we move onto Glass Candy, which is completely not slang for the sharded up apples creepos give out on Halloween. Or the stuff those wannabe X-Treme kids jump through on their skateboards when making amateur home movies to send to Jackass. No, this Glass Candy is the lovechild 80's synth and modern disco. Ultimately, it's slamming, but in such a Studio 54, LSD at two am, tiny disco ball earrings and your panties down at your ankles kind of way. It's the kind of music you would listen to while wearing a slightly permed and teased hairdo, stilettos, and a beaver coat (in the middle of the summer).

BTW, Ida No (the sassy blond vocalist) is beyond precious and even though Glass Candy permanently resides in Funky Town, Earth (I'm assuming that's somewhere between New Zealand and the Tropic of Cancer), and they probably will never tour over here, you can ALWAYS catch 'em on their myspace, which has all the groolest music a pill popping, false lash mastering, drama queen super chick needs.

OMG, that's kinda like me!

Your electric bird,

Erika