EMMYS 2013: How Much Reality is Too Real?

Gentle reader,

We are taking a break from fashion this week.  It’s only a mild hundred and two here in the Desert today but I’m still not really in the mood to discuss all the boiled wool and fur showing up in stores right now and, aside from the fact that I learned a fantastic new way to tie a scarf yesterday, nothing notable has happened the past few days anyway.  On the other hand, Killough feels that things are heating up in the Emmy race and already covered in some great detail his feeling on who should and who would win in the traditional categories.  I’m going to take a stab at the reality genre,

Dude Looks Like a Lady… in Haute Couture.


by James Tuttle @TuttleMode

Gentle reader,

I’m glad you’re joining us.  It means that your eyes didn’t drop out of your head after witnessing the forty-eight hours of glittery fabulousness of the RuPaul’s Drag Race marathon over the weekend.  In anticipation of the show’s fourth season premiere, we got more sequins, wigs, feathers and size-fourteen hooker heels than we’ll ever need to see again.  Ever.

Jay Byers ain't no drag. (Photo: Rick Day)

Among the new crop of queens that we got to meet on Monday night there were some familiar archetypes like the bitchy, scarcastic Willam and the black divas Milan and Alisa Summers.  We also have the comic plus-sized Jiggly Caliente, the broke down Dida Ritz, and a couple of Puerto Ricans are always cast because they’re kind of crazy and have funny accents.  But what the fuck is up with these lame drag names?  Some of my dearest friends are quite famous female impersonators with wonderfully creative monikers like Holly Woodlawn and Bridget of Madison County.  The only cool name out of this bunch belongs to Sharon Needles but it seems a little too close to home for the rough whack-job that owns it, so I can’t really get on board.

Pumped Up Kicks


Gentle reader,

I’ve taken the title of this article from my favorite song of the moment by Foster the People.  If you live anywhere but Los Angeles, you probably had it on your iPod all last summer.   Due to the dearth of good radio stations here, we’re a little late on the indie musical uptake, so the fact that I’ve known about it a couple of months makes me an early adopter.

How to make sure your shoes match your outfit.

You’ll see why I chose the title later but, first, I was catching up with a Style Network show that I haven’t seen in a while because I can rarely find the Style Network in the cable lineup.