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Saturday, September 4, 2010

Calvin Klein...chic menswear boutique in San Francisco!



Great look for fashion savvy males!






If you have a wad of expendable cash - or a spanking new credit card to break in - hustle into the Calvin Klein menswear boutique on Market Street.

It will be difficult to scurry by Abercrombie & Fitch - ‘fer sure - but if you’re a dude out to cut a fine swath on romantic nights out in pulsating San Francisco (or elsewhere) - Klein is a more fashionable option.

Who wants to be a carbon-copy of every other boring dude bar-hopping ‘round town?
Personally, I was drawn in by the window-dressing.

The staff draped the fall line to ‘flatter” the male physique (maximize the appeal of the fashion statement) - unlike a bevy of other shops - where dim-witted PR staff tended to toss the garments on the cold hard shell of manikins in the display window without any focus on effecting a look that has the capacity - or a hope in hell - of ringing up sales.

You have to be an absolute worm - without one iota of fashion sense - to transform a chic outfit out of the crate into a $500.00 wardrobe ensemble that is all wrinkles - and tacky-looking to boot - when the casual window-shopper happens by.

I admit, judicious pinning - and a bit of sly shaping - can lure naive folks in the door.

But, when it gets right down to it, you have to have the “goods” to start with.

Klein has that in spades.

This fall the collection is wide and varied - and features a couple of wise “steals” (extracted surreptiously from fresh rising fashion stars)  incorporated into the mix - to punch up the basics.

For instance, pricey t-shirts featuring rich splashy motifs (sometimes in monochromatic tones) etched on their shoulders and backs, add dash to a silhouette that tends to be dark this fall.

Actually, Klein’s slacks, sport jackets, elegant dress shirts, and slim suits - rely on shades of black and grey for solid support.

So, a flashy design idea on one wardrobe item - an accessory streaked in gold, embossed eye-catching flourish, or contrasting jolt of fabric (even a controlled clashing of color) - allows the ballsy guy in the room to go peacock to the envy of all his pals.

In addition to well-tailored classy-looking suits in an affordable price range (for working dudes anyway) there is a lot to rumble around in on furlough days.

Klein’s outer-jackets are stand-outs - as is the selection of ubiquitous jeans - to team ‘em with.

Curiously, the most colorful of the apparel choices - the ever-sensual CK underwear - is hidden from view until an intimate moment or impromptu trek to the gym ferets them out during off-hours.

Klein, who still maintains control of the underwear arm of the Empire (he sold out the main designer line for mega-bucks years ago to a major menswear manufacturer if I recall correctly) has understandably drawn on his racy - sexy side - to exploit (and ultimately boost sales of) a collection of sexy skin-tight skivvies (normally restricted to the realm of out gay fashion designers on the fringes of the mainstream) that add sizzle to the muscled (or pasty-white nerd's) bod.

I expect that frayed, urine-stained boxers - with a tear or two lurking at a seam - will end up in the trash bin now that Klein’s body-fitting underwear has made an entrance on the scene 24/7.

Though a little too safe and predictable for some, overall the edgy designer wisely chose to pamper to in-shape fashion-conscious guys keen on details.

The look should fair well in large American cities, and with Anderson Cooper, for starters.

For the dude who likes to stand out, or implant his own style, there is always McQueen to dive into if the old wallet can stand the financial assault.

But, fashion smart dudes don’t have to splurge or go broke for trendy threads.

In discount houses today, I scooped up two t-shirts and a pair of spiffy shorts for under a double-sawbuck after some prudent attention to the bottom line.

A $4.00 purchase is already turning heads.

Could I ask for anything more?

Street chic at affordable prices - that singles out a stud in the dismal crowd - is the way to go.

Just skim those high-end fashion magazines (GQ & Details) for some tips on style!
 
 




Double-breasted jackets make smart entrance!
 
 

Friday, September 3, 2010

Sausalito Arts Festival! Jefferson Starship! Bangles! Wine! Gourmet Food! Labor Day!




One of America's top fine Arts Festivals commences at the threshold of the upcoming long weekend and runs through September 6th.

Artists from around the country will exhibit over twenty-thousand works of art in a joyous outdoor celebration sure to appeal to everyone!

In addition, there will be wine, gourment food, women (!), and song.

During the 3-day extravaganza, there will be live musical performances by a couple of high-profile eclectic bands.

Saturday
The Fixx
Modern English
The Bangles

Sunday
Pablo Cruise
Dave Mason
The Tubes

Monday
Jefferson Starship
Sons of Champlin
Mavis Staples

See 'ya there!

Tickets & Info

http://www.sausalitoartsfestival.org/





San Francisco...memories of Robert Shields in Union Square! European influences...







When I was crossing Union Square earlier today, the quick jaunt through the park triggered old memories of Robert Shields outfitted in ubiquitous tuxedo and white-painted face - a mime along the lines of legendary performer Marcel Marceau - who used to delight tourists with his hilarious spontaneous antics daily back in the seventies.

I met the handsome talented performer (allegedly straight) through friends I was staying with on Nob Hill on California Street many moons ago when I participated in a group Exhibition of Canadian Artists showcased at the San Francisco Arts Festival (1972).

Shortly after that, I often spied Shields on local and National TV shows, hamming up a storm as he began to build a solid career stemming from those humble days as a street clown.

When he wisely teamed with his girlfriend, the dynamic duo became known as Shields & Yarnell.

Actually, it is difficult not to encounter “ghosts” from the past whenever I cruise into the city by the Bay - after all - experiences with cherished friends here have been plentiful and filled with joy over the years.

I often wonder, for example, whatever became of a H.J. Weeks - who I corresponded with for years (he once resided on Vallejo Street) after we initially struck up a friendship one night on the Festival grounds at Civic the Center in downtown Frisco.

Tom Friertag - an intelligent handsome fellow who took me in as a grateful guest during that brief jaunt to the city by the bay - relocated to Hawaii from what I understand to pursue a career in teaching (according to friends in the grapevine) though I haven’t seen hide-nor-tail of him since.

For the first time - in a long spell - the face of Kevin Gagne floated out of my deep cluttered consciousness, too.

I literally met the charismatic French Canadian on a cable car, when he stopped in to San Francisco for a few days, before heading home to Montreal (Canada).

We also stayed in touch for a few years.

In fact, on a move to New York in the fall of 1973, I spent a few days in Quebec at his well-appointed apartment in downtown Montreal.

Since our first meeting, Kevin’s career as a hair stylist flourished immesaureably in the ultra chic Cosmopolitan city - and soon - his every waking hour was consumed by their excessive demands.

Unfortunately, Kevin and I lost touch.

Some days I fantasize that I’ll hop on a cable car and run smack dab into him unexpectedly out-of-the-blue.

Is he alive and well, I wonder now and then.

Occasionally, my thoughts also drift to a talented local artist - Roger Reyes - who I also struck up a bond with a couples of decades ago at the bustling San Francisco Arts Festival.

Again, a lively spirit from the past, that slipped away for some inexplicable reason.
 
For me, part of the attraction of San Francisco is its old-world charm.
 
There is a sense of history here that you don't encounter elsewhere around the country.
 
Cecil Beaton said it best:
 
"San Francisco is perhaps the most European of all American cities."
 
 

Palace of Fine Arts
 

The Big Lebowski...San Francisco tonight @ Metreon! Bowling, White Russians, & Cult hilarity!




When I cruised into the Metreon Theatre to catch "The American" yesterday, I spied a flyer for a regular weekly event now a popular mainstay every Friday night in the heart of the dynamic night-life of San Francisco.

The Big Lebowski
(Live on Stage)

In addition to a screening of the cult classic film, the show's presenters also offer up Bowling!

And, from what I understand, there is a cast of characters foot-loose in the theatre environs keeping the laughter to a fever pitch each week.

In Los Angeles, I attended a number of packed screenings at midnight under the auspices of the Insomniac Theatre (at the former Fairfax District Revival House on Beverly).

Post: 01/29/09

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-lebowskiscreens-at-insomniac-cinema.html

Post: 11/05/07

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-lebowskifans-storm-theatre-time-for.html

I was also invited to participate in the Big Lebowski podcast last year when die-hard fans started up the site which is thriving.

Post:  02/18/09

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-lebowskipodcast-up-and-running-dude.html

The madness of the Coen Brothers rages on!

See 'ya there!

Metreon Action Theatre
101 4th Street
San Francisco, CA

http://www.lebowskiovertheline.com
http://www.theatermania.com





Auspicious Numbers...death, change, and transformation! For moi...








Today, an auspicious turn of events signaled that the next week should prove to be a intriguing one, chock full of surprises,

When I checked in to my Hotel, for instance, I was assigned suite No. 19.

For those of you who grappled with the date when the calendar switched over to a fresh month (September), the numbers nine (9)  and one (1) probably stood out like sore thumbs.

Since I have studied numerology, and am familiar with the meaning a whole slew of numbers, it was a red letter day (so-to-speak).

Especially, when the Hotel room number (19) is taken into consideration.

On September (9th month) 1st (the first day of the 9th month) I rented a suite at - No. 19 - which is a combination of the two numbers in the actual date (1 & 9).

OMG!

The significance of it all did not escape my intuitive little mind.

No. 9 is a highly-spiritual “master” number which represents “transformation, change, and death."

There must have been a reason why John Lennon was intrigued by the number and sang its praises.

No. 1 - on the other hand - symbolizes new starts & beginnings in the spiritual scheme of things.

A coincidence?

I think not.

Essentially, the message rang out to me crystal clear.

A part of my existence is ending in a symbolic "death", for starters.

And, over the next week, I'll be laying a new foundation for a next decade or so - that ultimately - will result in a major transformation in my personal life, career, and spiritual affairs.

God Willing!

Now, if only that prediction in my fortune cookie would come true.

Who me, superstitious?



Thursday, September 2, 2010

Recommended Hotels...San Francisco






 


 






Paris Hilton...banned from Vegas Resort! Steve Wynn shame!




Only a stoned babe would pluck up a fashion disaster such as this







On the heels of the highly-publicized "cocaine' bust on Friday - heiress Paris Hilton - has been informed by Hotel Management that she is banned from venturing on Wynn properties on the glitzy Vegas strip in the near-or-distant future.

If you ask me, Steve Wynn jumped the gun.

His rush to judgment may prove to be an embarrassment in view of the facts.

For starters, Ms. Hilton has sworn up-and-down that the purse was borrowed from a pal - and that subsequently - the drugs seized by the men-in-blue that fateful night were not hers.

In an interesting twist to the intriguing scandal, the young woman who allegedly lent the designer bag to Paris, has laid claim to a stash of cash in excess of $1,000.00 also found in the inside confines of the wayward purse right alongside the mysterious vial of cocaine.

Curious, that!

I expect that if the case is finger-printed, the true culprit's identity will come to light.

Provided the police didn't botch the evidence, along the chain of command, that is.

Did the arresting officers carefully package the evidence to ensure its integrity was maintained during the course of the evening before it was placed in a lock-up box?

Or, did a sloppy copper obliterate all the fingerprints - thus ensuring that Ms. Hilton - remains "on the hook" for the alleged crime of possession?

As to Mr. Wynn -  in case he wasn't aware of the obvious - an individual is innocent until proven guilty in a court of law by their peers.

Not, by a lynch mob, Sir!



Par-tay favors abound with "in" crowd!

 
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