7:55 p.m.
Watching CNBC today was like a thriller movie — or Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, I can’t quite decide.
“Sell! Buy! Sell! Buy!”
There was a point in the on-going analysis where one of the many financial talking heads described the panicked currency trading in progress as “a knife fight” — things leveled out by the end of the day, but for most of the morning and early afternoon, it was messy and vastly entertaining (if your idea of entertainment is watching financial analysts sweat through their Brooks Brothers suits).
I made some money by buying into FXY first thing this morning. I’m pretty much assuming that the Yen will increase in value for at least the short-term, if not longer, as the Yen Carry Trade unwinds.
Went out shopping a little bit with Louise this afternoon, but it’s just too damn hot. We called it a day after hitting the barest minimum of stores. I told Brian that we’re leaving town next August . . . for the entire month! San Diego sounds nice about right now.
So does Antarctica.
Louise and I did, however, discover a new coffee shop that had opened up just a few blocks away from the W Residences. It’s very Seattle like, down to the names of the drinks and the espresso flavored whip cream, and the coffee was excellent. The woman working behind the counter said that the owners are from Seattle where they used to run their own cafe (Lux Coffee Bar), and that they get their beans from a local Dallas roaster who learned his trade in, of course, Seattle.
So I now have a new place to visit when I want to get out of the house and yet still work on my computer — which is, like, all the time. I didn’t catch the name of the joint because they don’t have a storefront sign yet. The barista said it should arrive within the next few weeks . . .
8:49 p.m.
We’re standing at the windows, watching an intense lightning storm play itself out over the horizon. I think we’ve counted 10 electrical transformers that have been hit so far, glowing in vibrant greens and blues as they explode.
Hopefully, there’s a cool front moving in that’s causing all this weather commotion. This past week or more of 100+ degree days has taken its toll.
10:21 p.m.
Okay, I’m sitting here on my computer going over John Galliano’s Fall 2007 menswear collection, and I’m bursting out laughing as I browse through the photos — but it’s not because I think his designs are foolish. Not at all! In fact, there’s a good amount of sheer brilliance in the colors, washes, finishes, construction and concepts, and I’m literally drooling for overcoats, slouchy trousers and shimmering suits that I’ll never see in a store anywhere near me.
No, the reason I’m laughing is because Galliano is a f***king spectacle whore who turns every show into pretty much a theater of the absurd. I mean, really, is this how you sell men’s underwear in the 21st century?
But I LOVE the boots!
There are also some stunning overcoats (no, I don’t understand the nylons wrapped around their heads and the lipstick smears, either, so just go with it):
Uber-cool cargo pants:
Sexy-back suits:
And lust provoking jackets:
Bizarro? No, Galliano!
