I loved you on Blossom as her quirky, fast-talking sidekick Six. You know what I also love? David Benjamin Sherry. I’ve been obsessing over his work for a while now. I went to an opening of his show at OHWOW Gallery recently and it not only blew my socks off it blew them all the way to the moon where they spontaneously combusted over how much they liked his work. In case you don’t know, David Benjamin Sherry looks like this:

He’s totally cool. I would so wear that outfit. Sherry’s show, Wonderful Land, was at OHWOW Gallery, a place I’ve never been before but now want to marry because of its name.

The scene at OHWOW Gallery was totally amazing, and everyone wore outfits that were equally festive and intimidating. Gallery goers sipped champagne whilst perusing the amazing work, thinking about their feelings, and trying to express through body language how alienated they felt from everyone around them.

Now, onto the work:

On of my favorite aspects of the show were the images of Yosemite. As you may know, I grew up there and I love it. But growing up there also means growing up around a lot of barfy, full-Kodak-color, gross nature photography. It’s refreshing to see someone finally represent that beautiful space in a complex, original way.

Winter Sunrise over Yosemite Valley, Yosemite, California, 2013

Canyon de Chelly, Chinle, Arizona, 2013

Ubehebe Crater, Cottonwood Mountain, Death Valley, California 2013

Yosemite Falls, Yosemite, California, 2013

Sunrise over Zabriskie Point, Death Valley, California, 2013

Wave on the Coyote Buttes, Paria Canyon, Arizona, 2013

Sunrise on Mesquite Flat Dunes, Death Valley, California, 2013

Winter Storm in Zion Canyon, Zion, Utah, 2013

Storm Clearing Over Kings Canyon, Three Rivers, California, 2013

Winter Morning Fog, Bridalveil Falls, Yosemite, California, 2013

Saguaro Field, Tucson, Arizona, 2013

Sunrise, Grand Canyon, Arizona, 2013

Desert Hills, Death Valley, California, 2013

Fallen Rocks, Monument Valley, Arizona, 2013

Lower Yosemite Falls, Yosemite, California, 2013

Moon Over Rocks, Monument Valley, Arizona, 2013

See more installation views from the show at OHWOW here.

To learn more about David Benjamin Sherry and see more of his work, visit his website. Now I’m going to go kill myself in hopes that I come back as a fly on the wall in the home of someone who owns a David Benjamin Sherry print so that I can stare at it all day, wishing it were mine. Dreamz…

Love,
Orlando

Dear People Who Saw Me On That HGTV Show,

You know, one of my favorite things about having been on a television series is that I no longer have to go to the bathroom. The truth about the people you see on the TV is that none of them go to the bathroom anymore. It’s just a fact of life for people who work in entertainment. I mean, honestly, can you imagine that Clair Danes ever has to use the restroom? No, she doesn’t. Because she’s famous.

That being said, I find it kind of fun and frivolous to have a bathroom, so when I moved into my apartment I allowed it to stay.

Here, for little to no reason, is a picture of the hallway that leads to the bathroom. The living room color is Half Moon Crest from Benjamin Moore and the hallway color is Lost Atlantis from Valspar. It’s kind of fun to look from the living room and see that fun pop in the hallway. What were we talking about again? Oh yeah bathrooms. That hallway leads to the bathroom. See how my brain works? Oh look a bird!

My goal is to make my apartment look like the home of a crazy gay intellectual New Yorker from 1983 who lived in Chelsea when it was gross. Thus, I decided to do a crazy cat lady gallery wall in there with all the art that I don’t have space for elsewhere. That way, when I’m in there (not going to the bathroom, ever) I have something to look at.

This is one of my favorite pieces from the gallery wall. Sometimes the smallest pieces are the best. And they make great filler for between the big ones.

I’m kind of obsessed with putting things on trays. Like cologne. A word to the wise: pick a scent and stick to it. I chose Dolce & Gabbana Pour Homme at age 16 and have been wearing it ever since. Now when anyone smells it they think of me. And if no one is thinking about me do I really exist? Do you really exist? Wait who is this? Where did you get this number? HELLO?

Because most of the closets in my apartment are filled to the point of explosion with all the nicknacks my boyfriend and I have collected over the years, there is no space for towels anywhere so I installed a shelf for them and other bathroom necessities. It’s from Pottery Barn but they don’t make it anymore. I don’t know why it’s kind of great. Just like you.

One very important thing many people overlook while designing their bathrooms is finding beautiful art to hang over the “toilet.” In case you don’t know what a “toilet” is it’s something that regular people use. I don’t know what its function is but I’m pretty sure it has something to do with not being famous. Anyway, I bought this beautiful Japanese painting to hang over my “toilet.” Aside from the ridiculous Japanese screen over my bed, it’s my favorite thing in the apartment.

The shower curtain in my bathroom right now is this one from Pottery Barn:

They actually don’t make it anymore. Why? Why Pottery Barn must you give us such great classic staples then steal the from our trembling, desperate fingers? I loved my shower curtain until I saw this one:

And now I want a palm frond one. But then look at this one:

But guess what? Pottery Barn doesn’t make it anymore. What is going on here? Is this some sort of conspiracy to get me to never have the shower curtain I want ever? Whatever, I guess I’ll have to settle for staring at the cat lady gallery wall and my towel shelf. These are the things that make life worth living.

Love,
Orlando

Editors Note: This post, strangely, was not endorsed or sponsored by Pottery Barn even though it seems like it totally was. 

Dear Sir or Madam,

Please visit Emily Henderson’s glorious blog to read my step-by-step tutorial on how to paint a giant painting. I promise you will like it. If you don’t, you can have your money back.

Love,
Orlando

A wise man once said the following:

“My brain lives in New York, my body lives in Los Angeles, and my heart lives in San Francisco.”

That wise man was me. San Francisco just feels like home, always has. My family visited quite a bit during my childhood so I have a lot of memories of being a little boy there, wandering around the SFMOMA with my mom or begrudgingly going to Giants games with my dad (I like them more now that there is beer involved).

I went to San Francisco a few weeks ago to visit family. And here’s what I saw:

The futuristic people mover at SFO:

The BART system, which, if your family doesn’t love you enough to pick you up from the airport, can take you to and from the airport (Sidenote: hey, LA, have you heard of this idea? Public transit to the airport? It’s super fun and, like, useful).

Chow, a great casual little restaurant in the Castro.

Venga Empenadas in the Mission, close to my sister’s apartment. I’ve never eaten there but I’m kind of obsessed with the signage.

My sister took me to a great bookstore where I found some amazing books at even more amazing prices. Phoenix Books in Noe Valley has tons of delightful books to ogle, including these two art books I bought for $20 each.

Mill Mercantile is a pretty store for the ladies. And if you’re looking for a $500 duffle bag, you’re in luck!

My favorite store by far in San Francisco is Monument. They carry a ton of mid-century furniture and accessories, all of it perfectly curated and totally amazing. It’s the kind of store that both excites you and fills you with rage, because I want everything in there but it all costs $4.7 million.

I coveted this globe:

And this awesome pine branch wall decor:

And this Cherner pretzel chair.

And this ridiculous stool, that looks like it fell out of Kelly Wearstler’s handbag:

There is always a lot to stare at in San Francisco and I’m always sad to leave. I’ll be going back soon though. Hopefully to buy everything at Monument.

Love,
Orlando

When I’m not running off to DC to design makeovers for senior citizens with Emily or driving around LA looking for the perfect props for a photo shoot, I can sometimes be found designing spaces for my own clients. Lately, I’ve been concentrating on a family that lives in La Habra, a beautiful little town outside of Los Angeles that features mountains, trees, and happy families with adorable children that run around saying endearing things all day. I haven’t gotten to the styling part, so there is still a lot to be done, but I’m making progress.

I found this uberglamorous burlwood accent table at HD Buttercup and immediately fell in love with it. It’s a one a kind sculpture for the master bath. Somewhere, a tree is all “Where’s that huge chunk of my trunk? I needed that!” Sorry, Tree. I needed that chunk of wood to make my client’s life better on a daily basis. I put a simple white mirror from CB2 above it. Sadly, like my dignity, the mirror is no longer available.

This simple white table comes from Blu Dot ($399). The rug is amazing, from West Elm. $1299. The tray is from Crate & Barrel ($69.95)  and adds a little rustic/beachy nod to the sunroom (which opens onto the gorgeous pool/courtyard).

The homeowners had both these pieces already, and I love them so I decided to make them into a little vignette. I added a white vase from West Elm ($19).

The music room had a huge bare wall, so I added a gallery wall using their art supplemented with art from Shopclass ($10-$25).

We will also be adding this glamorous coffee table from Empiric to the music room. $2775.

The great room is shaping up, though the main component (the coffee table) is still in production.

This is the coffee table we’re going to add. $1395 from Restoration Hardware.

The giant wall was begging for some giant art, so I DIY’d a gold asymmetrical painting over an ugly landscape Emily had in storage ($300 from Craigslist).

This Parsons Tower ($549) was shockingly easy to style. We grabbed accessories from Empiric, HD Buttercup, and Shopclass.

We have a few more rounds of styling/waiting for coffee tables to arrive and then I will be doing a big photo shoot that makes the space look as pretty as it actually is. And then I will be moving in with the family that lives in the house because I love it so much.

Yay.

Love,
Orlando

Have you wondered where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to? Me too. Most of my time has gone to decorating houses with Emily Henderson, pulling my hair out over taxes, and daydreaming about my boyfriend running on the beach in a Speedo. We have a big West Elm photo/video shoot coming up in our apartment, so things are changing daily here. As you may remember my apartment was shot for Refinery29 a few months ago. Here are a few of those shots:

Spring is a time for refreshing change, so I bought a few new books for the coffee table, including the glamorous Luc Tuymans book below. I also bought a book of Fabian Baron photographs called Liquid Light and it may be my favorite thing in the world. I love his images.

I sold my lady chairs. Here is what they looked like in case you forgot:

As soon as I sold the ladychairs I regretted it. They were so comfy and they provided the perfect counterbalance to my hypermasculine apartment. (Sigh, if only if I were as straight-acting as my apartment. [Just kidding I don't want to be straight-acting {Yes I do}]). My boyfriend recently found this beauty on Craigslist, which we bought for $500:

It’s Milo Baughman. Totally glamorous. Only drawback is that barf-inducing color. The worst thing about the color is that my boyfriend likes it. He loves browns, reds, and earthtones. Which is funny because those are my three least favorite things in the world. I hate them more than I hate child hunger. Ew I just said that. (No I didn’t). The typical conversation about how to reupholster the Milo chair goes something like this:

Me: “Blue.”
Boyfriend: “Brown.”
Me: “Grey.”
Boyfriend: “Brown.”
Me: “White.”
Boyfriend: “Brown.”
Me: “Gold.”
Boyfriend: “Dark Brown.”

That lasts for three hours until we get tired and watch Terminator 2: Judgement Day on Netflix.

A few months ago, long before we purchased the Milo chair (which still needs a partner by the way, I want a pair), I saw this guy at the flea market for $400/pair:

I showed him to my boyfriend and Emily, and both of them told me I was crazy for liking them. Cut to a month later when I saw them at Nickey Kehoe for $2650. Which obviously made me want them more. I hate everything and I’m never listening to anyone about anything ever again. Let this be a lesson to all of you to follow your hearts. Especially when your heart tells you to buy ugly 80s chairs at the flea market.

Luckily, after I missed out on those awesome 80s leather chairs at the flea market, I found a pair of delightful mid-century chairs at TL Gurley in Pasadena, a score for $150/pair.

I snagged this rug from Craigslist, but it was too long for my hallway (sad). At least it was only $150. Let this be a lesson to all of us to measure, and measure, and measure. And then measure again. Nevermind, don’t do that. Measuring is boring.

Working for someone who is obsessed with flowers has its perks. Emily sent me home with these beautiful Magnolias the other day:

Speaking of Magnolias, remember that scene in Magnolia where Julianne Moore freaks out because the pharmacist wont give her drugs? I love that part. Anyway, I moved this Japanese screen into the bedroom because we needed some warmth in there. Because that room is so sunny, it really glows in there. Sometimes I have a hard time going to work because I just want to gaze at it all day. Lately, I’ve been going to work out early in the morning while my boyfriend is still asleep. I’ll stand there looking at him, then at the Japanese screen. Trying to figure out which one I would save in a fire. I’m pretty sure I’d save the screen. I mean my boyfriend. I mean the screen. Okay fine my boyfriend (and the screen).

I’m nixing the lamps in my bedroom (or my living room I can’t decide) and switching them out for these rad sconces from OneFortyThree lighting. I’m obsessed with this company right now. They have tons of pretty, affordable, simple lighting that is unique and well-made. The pair I got were $145 each, which is a great price for new lighting.

Morgan (of The Brick House) is also making awesome/simple lighting for her new brand Camp. I saw some options I’m considering at Shopclass recently (sidenote: Shopclass is my new favorite place. In the world).

I love this geode I saw at Shopclass. It’s not for sale. Yet. But maybe they’ll sell it to me if I offer them enough of my millions (I have too many of them lying around anyway).

I found this dude at The Huntington Collection for $45. He’s so sad, but he makes me so happy.

I love my old pub chairs, but, gurl, they be creeky that they sound like they are going to break every time I sit down. Which any of you FFK’s (Former Fat Kids) out there will know is a legitimate reason to get rid of a piece of furniture. Thus, I’ve decided it’s time to say goodbye.

I’m opting for these beauties from West Elm ($239/set 4).

The reason I loved them so much is that they remind me of these beautiful Calder sculptures:

In the future I aspire for all my furniture to look like sculptures by famous artists.

Another thing that I got rid of was my sleeper sofa. Remember that guy?

I loved that sofa. I designed it myself and the color was a dream come true. The only issue with it is that it wasn’t big enough for two full-grown men to lay on together. And because snuggling and watching “New Girl” is so very important to me, I decided it was time to say goodbye to my beloved sofa. In its place, I got a sofa with a similar look, but deeper and more accommodating to prolonged cuddling.

The sofa is the Dunham Sofa from West Elm. Like Lena Dunham, for whom the sofa is named (not really), my new sofa is comfortable, outspoken, and a little bit edgy. I know I sound like a West Elm commercial right now, but I kind of want everything in there right now. I love my sofa so much I’m trying to force my parents to buy the same one but they’re all “I want a sofa with round arms because round arms are like pillows” and I’m like “Gross. Buy a pillow.” The version of the Dunham sofa I got was $1499. I will be writing more about it on Emily’s blog (including full details on color, etc) next month.

Finally, I found this old sailor dude at Shopclass (I told you, it’s my favorite store now). He kind of reminds me of what I look like on a typical summer Monday. After drinking by the pool all weekend without moisturizing. Oh summer, how I love thee and dread thy impending arrival…

Oh, and the old man painting was $25. Everything at Shopclass is a total bargain.

So, that’s where I’ve been the last month. Mainly just buying stuff. Like a real American. What have you been doing?

Love,
Orlando

PS: Full disclosure, aspects of this post are sponsored by the lovely people at West Elm, including the sofa and the dining chairs  (which were both provided gratis).

PSS: Please check back soon for the full story on my apartment’s extreme makeover, featuring professional photographs, more furniture porn, and shout outs to Emily Henderson, who made the whole thing possible.

A few days ago, I was sitting next to my boyfriend playing with his beautiful hair, thinking about the future, and looking at facebook when I noticed a few of my friends were changing their profile pics to pink equal signs that look like this:

I didn’t really know what it was, but assumed it had something to do with the upcoming Supreme Court cases about gay marriage.

Cut to this morning when, slowly, my entire facebook feed turned pink and red, a collage of people changing their profile pics in support of gay marriage. This changing wave of photos led me through a tumultuous emotional roller coaster that occured in the following stages:

1. What is everyone doing? I don’t get it? What are those pics!?! Does not knowing what these are make me old? Or would knowing what they are make me old?

2. Wait everyone is doing it. Should I do it?

3. Wait, if I do it now am I just doing it because everyone else did it?

4. Is it wrong to not want to do something just because everyone else is doing it?

5. Is it wrong to do something because you’re worried about being a bad person for not doing something just because everyone else is doing it?

6. Wait, the fact that everyone has the same profile pic is starting to make my facebook wall look really beautiful. Should I change my pic just to improve the aesthetics of facebook? It’s kind of like a collective art installation…

7. OhMyGod that gross white trash girl who used to call me gay names in high school changed her profile pic. What is going on with the world?

8. Ok, now I just can’t do it because it’s too late and I’ll look like a straggler.

9. Is it wrong not to do something just because you don’t want to look like a straggler?

10. Fine. I’ll do it. But only if I can somehow figure out how to make an equal sign out of Anjelina Jolie’s exposed Oscar leg.

At that point I changed my pic to this Photoshop masterpiece:

Like any other rational human being, I am obsessed with that one time Anjelina Jolie Captain Morgan’d her leg all over the Oscars. It was the turning point at which I realized I no longer understood American pop culture at all.

I’m pretty sure changing our profile pictures is going to have zero impact on the Supreme Court rulings, which is why I didn’t jump on the bandwagon right away. This isn’t an issue of public opinion, so I’m not really quite sure what function changing our profile pictures is supposed to serve. I guess it serves some sort of emotional purpose. Like we all feel the need to do something. But does protest, even real, meaningful protest that involves more than changing your profile picture, even have a place here? Isn’t this about the justices interpreting the Constitution and figuring out whether it allows discrimination against gays? And deliberating. In a room? By themselves? Alone? Whilst not staring at my Facebook pics?

I’m not going to be one of those crabapples who sits to the side and grumbles about what everyone else is doing. I certainly have no problem with all my friends changing their profile pics, but there is a certain sense of safety in it that seems to negate the point of the whole thing. I can sit here from my West Hollywood (adjacent) apartment and safely update my profile picture so that everyone in my (highly edited) group of (entirely gay friendly) “friends” can see that I support gay marriage (duh).

Brian Moylan wrote a semi-scathing criticism of this Facebook profile pic conformity which I totally agreed with. His issue with it was that changing your profile pic is probably the laziest form of activism in the history of time. But our generation has a relatively lazy approach to activism. Mainly because we’ve never had any huge issues to get riled up about.

A long, long time ago, before Facebook and Grindr, gay people had to be, like, actual activists because they were all dying and no one knew what the fuck was going on. I was reminded of this when I recently watched How To Survive A Plague, a totally enthralling documentary about Act Up’s activism in the 80s, demanding that the government stop ignoring the AIDS epidemic. Those people were brave. They were emotional. They were out on the streets. And they were fighting for gay rights when being gay was frowned upon by the general public, when gays were pushed to the side, maligned, and swept under the rug. They were truly doing something brave. Modern gays owe them everything.

Flash forward to the only sliver of activism the Millenial generation has had the chance to feast on: the fight over the passage of Prop 8 in 2008. Our generation has been criticized for being apathetic and entitled and for the most part we have been. But that’s because we’ve never really faced a huge opposition (i.e. intense oppression in the 50s or AIDS in the 80s). But when Prop 8 was added to the ballot we were reminded that we were second class citizens, reminded that we still had a reason to unite and fight for something.

Prop 8 gave us the chance to stand in the street holding signs, to march in enormous groups and chant, to increase visibility. The rallies I attended in Los Angeles in protest of Prop 8 were exciting. It made us all feel like we were Harvey Milk-era activists.

Above art by Evan Ross Katz

And now back to the Supreme Court cases about gay marriage. Changing your Facebook profile picture isn’t activism. It certainly shows solidarity and support for the right to marry, but it’s not activism. And in this case that’s totally fine. At this point activism serves an emotional purpose, but perhaps not a logical one. We aren’t going to change the Supreme Court’s opinion on gay marriage. They have to figure out some sort of legal way to rationalize whatever decision they come to. While it made sense to protest Prop 8 because people were going to polls to vote on it, protesting a court decision before it even happens doesn’t make sense.

That being said, I think changing your profile picture to show support for marriage equality is great for a number of reasons. Firstly, it’s therepeutic and makes us feel like we’re doing something, somehow making us feel less powerless. My sister and her (female) fiance are waiting for this ruling with baited breath, being that their wedding is already scheduled for September. They have an especially vested interest in the outcome of these cases. And I know they felt a certain comfort in changing their profile picture and seeing how many other people follow suit.

The most heartening moments of this profile pic changing party has been seeing how many straight people showed up to support the gay people in their lives. My mom changed her profile pic, maybe yours did too. Seeing this felt good. Which I guess is the whole point of everyone changing their profile pics. Maybe it wont sway the justices, but it definitely gave people the sense that they were supported and loved. So yes, I do think it’s relatively useless as advocacy, but it serves as emotional enrichment for our community, a way for us to show we support one another. And I think there is inherent value in that.

Love,
Orlando

Most of the time when we think of fancy artists we think of people in a faraway place. I tend to imagine them standing, tortured, in front of a blank canvas in their downtown LA studios, wearing tight black jeans and huge white t-shirts. People don’t often imagine that they could be sitting RIGHT NEXT TO an artistic genius. I was recently made aware of this when I found out Tessa Neustadt, my colleague at Emily Henderson Design, makes awesome photographs I want to put all over my body. I mean all over my apartment. Here they are:

All of the delightful images above are available for purchase at ridiculously reasonable prices:

They can be purchased directly by Contacting Tessa here. I think I’m going to grab some of the treescapes. Or maybe a cityscape. I want all of them.

Love,
Orlando

Sometime last year, I remember hearing that camo was back. “Camo” as in camouflage. I found this news infuriating, as I had just thrown away my camo thermal shirt the week prior, having decided it had its heyday in 2007 when I bought it, and I was over it. But this is the thing with trends, one minute everyone is all about them, the next they’re over it and you look like you’re wearing something totally lame and outdated. And now that information spreads so quickly, trends leave us and come back and leave us come back faster than ever before. So by the time you get back from work, the thing you were wearing that was totally on trend has already gone from trendy to outdated to retro to trendy again. It’s kind of annoying, but also a reminder that you shouldn’t follow trends. You should just buy stuff because you like staring at it.  That being said, there are some trends that came back way too soon that I just can’t get over. Below is a few that have sparked my attention.

1. CAMO

What’s the deal? Two years ago camo was a relic of Abercrombietimez (see below), when everyone wanted to be all butch and whitebread. You could only find it on lame cargo shorts and ugly jackets. The whole all-American military look was out. But now all the sudden we’ve forgotten that our country wasted a ton of money on a pointless war and we’re all into camo again. I think it’s a cute pattern and I like green, but I’d definitely not spend any real money on it. It’s going to be dead again in 6 months. Sorry Valentino (they’ve been putting camo on everything).

And there’s The Sartorialist, the baddest ass guy in the world:

Below are some camouflage finds you must buy. (Not really).

Camouflage Pants, Topman, $70

I’d totally wear these. Begrudgingly. And secretly like it. I’m so conflicted.

Camouflage Bag, Want Les Essentiels de la Vie & Nick Wooster, $695

Cardigan, Valentino, $1150

Because, why not spend $1150 on something that is going to be totally out of style by summer?

2. FLORALS

Floral patterns are a 90s throwback trend I could definitely get into. Mainly because it’s so gross and obnoxious and overtly-feminine. Like me as a high school student. Also, I love this ugly jacket (sorry):

Crazy Jacket, Balenciaga, $1535

Floral Shirt, Topman, $55

This faded print looks like the wallpaper you’d imagine in the brothel in East of Eden.

Floral Tie, Topman, $10

Hey tie, you look like a barfy Laura Ashley duvet from the 90s. But in a good way. I love you.

Floral Drop Crotch via FasionIndie

I hate it when I see people wearing ugly clothes and they still look totally good. If I could pull it off, I’d totally rock this outfit. Except those dumb shoes. Those can run off a cliff and die.

3. HAMMER PANTS

I love this drop-crotch pant trend. Mainly because it isn’t flattering on anyone. I love it when people are willing to wear something that gives them diaperbody. I honestly think hammer pants are really cool. I bought some last week. My boyfriend saw me wearing them and vowed to never touch me again. They are literally the LEAST sexy thing in the world. But sometimes you have to choose between being sexy and being cool. And I’d honestly always prefer to be cool.

Drop Croth Pants, Skingraft, $207

These are a great basic. Wear them to the mall, to the gym, to Chipotle, and to your  thereapists’s office.

Drop Crotch Pants, Etsy, $240

4. NEON

Anyone who has met me knows I love bright colors and neon. When I sleep at night, most of my dreams look like Nickelodeon tween shows from the 90s. Thus, I accepted the neon color trend when it happened in the early 90s, the late 90s, and now again in 2013.

How much do you hate Brad Goreski? It’s like his job to run around being adorable and stylish. (See above and below). And he has embraced neon colors by wearing them as accents.

Current luxurious neon offerings include the following:

Highlighter Bracelet, Luis Morais, $675

Highlighter Pans, Gant by Michael Bastian via TheDenimGuy

Neon Soccer Trunks, Charlie, $150

Warriors of Radness Spring/Summer 2013

5. JAMES DEAN HAIR

In the 90s, everyone wanted to pretend it was the 50s. James Dean was raised from the dead via his hairdo on Brandon Walsh. But if you look at this year’s GQ Hairstyle Guide, ALL the haircuts look like 90s throwbacks to the 50s. See below:

All images via GQ’s 2013 Hairstyle Guide

So there you have it. Five things that were trendy when I started writing this post. Then stopped being trendy because they became too ubiquitous, then became trendy in an ironic way, then stopped being trendy altogether, then became trendy again by the time I wrote this sentence. Yay?

Love,
Orlando

Hey There,

Are you freaking out about the fact that your nightstand sucks and looks garbagey?Check out my post on Emily’s blog today about how I styled mine. You’ll be happy you did.

Read Post Here.

Love,
Orando