Anthropologie's really got a hold on me...

Yesterday, I went to the new Anthropologie store at the Shops at Don Mills and fell in loverly about 140 times over.

I have been to the store several times in the States before, but I never fell as hard for the quirky looks of this upscale Urban Outfitters as I did last night. The moment I walked in, I was hooked. As I walked around the store, I was absolutely positive about three things. First, the dresses were ridiculously adorable vintage-inspired masterpieces of bohemian sass (and I'm putting that lightly). Second, that the funky styles were straight off the backs (not literally, but you know what I mean) of my favourite quirky girly style icons - Zooey Deschanel, Kate Nash and Charlotte Charles - complete with the flattering hourglass silhouettes and whimsically colorful patterns. And third, that I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with them (Bonus points if you catch that reference!)

If the price tags had been $100 less, I would have bought at least 5 of the summery frocks. But they were mighty expensive, leaving me with no choice but to admire them from afar (and briefly from underneath the extremely flattering lights of the change rooms). For now, I guess I'll have to settle for working some make-shift Zooey bangs (Vi showed me how to get em' goin'!), rockin' the occasional Kate-ish Forever 21 frock and eating amazing amounts of amusingly alliterative pie.

P.S. - Speaking of Zooey, is anyone else super-pumped for 500 Days of Summer?

Mood Music: "Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?" by She & Him

A Royal crush..

(Photo: Damour)

Today I watched The Royal Tenenbaums and I fell in love too many times to count. I fell in love with the bright yet faded colors of the film. I fell in love with the quirky narration (done by Alec Baldwin!). I fell in love with the kickass mixed bag of a soundtrack (I'm talking Charlie Brown's "Christmas Time is Here" next to the Rolling Stones). I fell in love with the whole dys-fun-ctional family vibe. But most of all, I fell in love with Richie Tenenbaum.

Richie, played by a weirdly adorable yet hairy Luke Wilson, is an ex-tennis player who has a serious penchant for rocking a headband (the man was way ahead of you poser hipster gals), a khaki blazer and slacks, a polo, a killer shaggy hairdo, an out-of-control beard and of course, an unnecessary pair of tinted spectacles (both inside and outside). In a way, he looks like a cave man who raided a vintage store. And maybe even sometimes, a hobo. But somehow, it works. At least it does on me.

But even though I fell pray to his carefully disheveled style, not everyone else seems to share my feelings. Cue the unrequited - yet still ongoing - love Richie has for his adopted sister, Margot (a wicked Gwyneth Paltrow) in the movie. It's one of those it's-kind-of-weird-but-it's-kind-of-perfect-in-every-way (think Cher and her ex-stepbro, Josh, in Clueless) movie romances that I can't help but root for. Especially when you've got such a puppy-dog hopeless kind of guy at the helm of the sorta misguided devotion.

Speaking of not-so-wise choices, while I was still on my Tenenbaums high today, I decided to give another Wes Anderson flick a go: Rushmore. I wanted to love it so much, but really, it didn't quite grab me in the way Tenenbaums did. I never really liked Max Fisher enough I guess. He kind of had a Holden Caulfield way about him, and to be honest, I'm not a Catcher in the Rye fanatic (but somehow I forgave the fact that the Tenenbaums seemed very similar to the Glass fam in Franny and Zooey, which I was even less into). I will say, however, the music was quite awesome. Any movie that ends with "Ooh La La" by The Faces is okay avec moi.

But I digress. What I'm trying to say is, Richie Tenenbaum is my new Nick Andopolis for the moment. I would have a secret love affair in a indoor tent with him any day. And maybe even OD on black eye liner. After all, a friend once told me I had a Gwyneth Paltrow look about me. But then again, I think they might have been high as a kite at the time. Whatever, I'll take it.

Mood Music: "Let it Loose" by The Rolling Stones

Say "Hello" to the most adorable show on Earth..

ABC has finally awoken from their ridiculously long lapse in logical thinking (too bad Ned can't revive the alive and brainless) and begun showing the final three episodes of Pushing Daisies. And I couldn't be happier (Whoa. Whoa! I just got visions of "Thank Goodness" from Wicked right there!! Loves it!).

This week's episode, the oh-so-sharply titled "Window Dressed to Kill", was absolutely quirktastic and loverly. The plot itself was rather delish (Ned figures out that he doesn't not love Olive while Emerson and Chuck try and solve some department store deaths) but the best part of the episode was Kristen Chenoweth's latest mid-scene musical outburst. Lionel Ritchie's "Hello" has never sounded so genuinely heartbreaking and fresh. And thanks to Olive's delightfully golden hat, I have never been so overwhelmingly eager to don a furry beret in the midst of summer.

I can't wait to see what the gang from The Pie Hole have in store for us next week when we get one step closer to the end of another unjustly cancelled underdog of a (terrific) series. Can you say, story of my life? I love to love the unloved.

Mood Music: "Birdhouse in Your Soul" by They Might Be Giants