Thanks!

Just want to give a shout out and big smile to everyone whose been flipping through our online issue of BD. We really appreciate the support and are excited that you guys are enjoying it. If you missed my last post, here's the link again. Happy design reading!

boutique DESIGN is totally techno

I'm still a sucker for print mags - I mean, who isn't? The smell of a fresh print run, the vibrancy of a bold stripe of ink on a glossy white page, the thrill of the "flip."

But it's 2009 and life is changing. We have a new president, jobs are dropping like flies and the ones that are still alive are increasingly techno-minded. If you don't know what Twitter is, you're SO not hip. If you don't text message you might as well ditch your cell and use a payphone. If you're not on Facebook you're basically a dinosaur.

So to keep up with the world, because we always do, boutique DESIGN has gone digital. And it's way cooler than we could have ever dreamed. EVERYTHING is clickable! OK, not EVERYthing...but like everything that you'd want to click. E-mail addresses, company websites, links, etc. And you can read all of our stories without ever having to take your eyes from your screen - since we know they're glued there.

Don't worry, it's not replacing the mag - we'd never leave our fellow print lovers in the dark. Still, this might just be the future of the publishing industry, so start getting used to it.

Friday's on a Tuesday

Impromptu gatherings are the best kind.

Especially when you haven't seen the folks you're meeting in FAR too long. Thanks for inviting us out Chris and Jeff - good to see you :)

Always an interesting conversation with these guys. Tonight's topics breached: sexuality, music, movies, astrology, the inauguration of BO, education, parenting, and probably a dozen others I've forgotten or can't think of. Interesting point made by Chris: Barack's speech really did rock. And the best part? He basically told the world - we're here for you, but don't F with us, cuz we'll F back. Ya heard?

Rockin.

P.S. Is it bad that one margarita - ONE - now officially puts me on buzz patrol?

Proud GF

Promotion isn't quite as shameless when it's not for yourself but for your boyfriend.

What?

Oh just read it. With or without his quote it's a pretty interesting story.

Though I will argue for the pro-New Yorker side, as clearly the writer is doing. The city will never die, despite Whitney Port's despicable attempts to ruin its rep.

Cold and Tired

It's gotta be the bitter cold that's making me so exhausted and un-motivated. Right? RIGGGHHHT?

Trying very unsuccessfully to do work here on this chilly Friday night. Yeah, I know, lame. Hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

I think I'm gonna go watch TV. Maybe there's a Seinfeld re-run on. Maybe it will be the one with the Giant Ball of Oil. "Helllllllooooo, I'm a giant ball of oil!" That's a good one.

Makeup. 4 Ever.

This, I thought, is the true meaning of Sephora. This is war — and war paint, the armaments of beauty, needs to be available, stat! There is no time to sleep or bathe, but there are products to correct the damage.
- Wilson, NYTimes

An article like this is what makes me question the beauty industry and being involved in it at such an introductory level. At the same time, I have to read it with precaution as this writer obviously has no clue what the makeup world is REALLY all about. She trivializes Sephora and its employees into something no better or different than a Disney store. While I don't defend all Sephora employees - many of them really don't have a clue - I don't agree with her notion that these people are all brainless party animals who are resorting to makeup by default.

Those of us who appreciate makeup for its artistry should not be lumped into this. Even if you are working at Sephora, if you're truly passionate about your art, you'll surely get out of there and learn some valuable information in the process. If you're one of the people that Wilson is referring to in her story and your main concern is covering up hangover eye bags, I have no words for you.

Twits Unite

So...under the coercion of none other than Rebecca Goldberg...I have started using Twitter. I mean, honestly, she practically shoved my face in the computer and forced my hands to the keyboard to make me sign up. I had no choice, it was total peer technology pressure. Ruthless!

Ok, umm, she actually didn't give a crap if I joined, but she did. So of course I had to check it out. In trying to see her profile - if you can even call it that - I miraculously created my own account. Now I can give minute by minute updates about what EXACTLY I'm doing. Isn't that GREAT?!

I'm not so sure. I finally figured out how to use it - but I still don't think I really get it. I have a feeling I'll be tired of it in a matter of days. That may be too generous. I think I feel the weariness setting in already...Twitter...yawn...Oh wait, no! It's cool! Update, update, what am I doing now? Update!

Nope, sorry still can't get into it.

Thoughts?