Sporadicism: A Word?

Well I know I've been posting rather sporadically lately. And I'm sure that speaks greatly of my character - I'd rather take bong hits twice a day than take the time to actually write about the shit I'm constantly talking about.

Henceforth, I'm going to commit to writing at least one or two posts a week. Y'all can hold me to this promise. Even if it takes 30 mg of Adderall XR, I will do it. Hopefully.

Anyway, I thought the blog was due for a change of tune - so far I've written only about my favorite films of 2008 (which isn't saying much because, frankly, last year was particularly lackluster) and Pitchfork (as a self-professed, unabashed hipster, that publication is my God much like Xenu is to Tom Cruise and his band of crazies). So, in honor of fashion week (fashion month would probably be a more apt title considering that there are four primary fashion weeks, two of which I have already neglected to post about - New York and London), I am going to do a little post about what's going on in the fashion world.

It's rather ironic that I post now about "what's going on in the fashion world" because this would be a long fucking post if I took the time to actually do that. You see, fashion "week" moves pretty damn fast. In fact, over the past two-and-a-half weeks, over 100 designers have shown collections in New York, London, and, currently, Milan. So instead of writing generally, I'm going to discuss a favorite event of each biannual fashion week and post about a few of my favorite collections so far.

What I was referring to before is not so much a singular event, but a fashion week tradition: the multitude of photos taken by The Sartorialist's Scott Schuman. To be honest, I'm much like the earlier-mentioned idiotic hipsters that hate Pitchfork when it comes to The Sartorialist. I've been following that blog for years now and it bothers me, subtly, that so many people know about it now. But that's mainly because I'm a whiny bitch. Regardless, The Sartorialist, for those of you who are unaware, takes candid/posed/etc. photos of the many stylish people of the fashion industry during fashion week (i.e. outside of the tents in Bryant Park, on the street, etc.). And it's possibly one of the greatest ventures ever. I love looking at the photos of these people and have come to worship the regulars he takes pictures of as God-like in their respective sartorial sensibilities. Schuman takes photos of people year-round, but, given the content available to him during fashion week, his postings increase exponentially during fashion week. So it's kind of like smoking a joint on Thanksgiving (a.k.a. the most evil holiday ever). While you're overwhelmed by the ambush of relatives cloistered into a single, cramped house to celebrate a holiday based upon an historical event that never occurred (the only things the Pilgrims gave the Native Americans on Thanksgiving were small-pox infested blankets), being high is the only way to deal with things. In the same respect, whilst being attacked by the dozens of fashion shows that occur each day (it truly is a trial to keep up), Scott Schuman's photos are like that joint. 

... That analogy worked better in my head.

Ok, so I know I said I'd post about my fashion week highlights but, frankly, I don't have the time. And my fingers are getting tired... The whiny bitch in me is coming out full-force at the moment. I'll post that shit later. I know I'm a lazy cunt, but I promise I'll do it. I have a friend coming over so I must take my leave... But, as loyal readers, I hope you don't feel neglected.

Love y'all. That is, all two or three of you.