Showing posts with label j peterman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label j peterman. Show all posts

Monday, April 07, 2014

a boat for sale: in the style of j. peterman


she may have seen better days, but her best days are not behind her. not yet.


waiting there, beneath her forgotten exterior are memories of sun-kissed days, warm breezes wafting over her bow, and laughter onboard.


tawny limbs, lightly toasted by the sun, once stretched out on her deck. and they could again.


beads of sweat glistening on a cold bottle of beer. or better yet, a cold glass of bubbly.


lazy afternoons whiled away on gentle seas. picturesque harbors approached at evening. romantic dinners, tinkling laughter and clinking glasses.


all it would take is a little loving care and she'd be ready for all of that once again. breezy days and romantic evenings.


just a little imagination, some elbow grease and a captain's hat and gina III would be back in top shape in time for a little summer romance on the seas.

Friday, December 10, 2010

restraint

how, oh how, will i restrain from buying this now that it's marked down to $418 (from $598)?


Jazz dancing, fast cars, conversation about Freud and sex all mashing together, lubricated with gin... and, of course, the shortest dresses in history.

In the upper echelons of American society, they became virtual works of art.
This is the finest example I’ve ever seen.

Slim. Minimal. Couldn’t be simpler. Except that when you put it on, the zigzag rows of silver and translucent beaded fringe are set into glittering motion that seems to flow directly out of you.
The light varies depending on your tempo (Charleston for fireworks, slow waltz for chandelier effect), but is always mesmerizing.

1927 Party Dress (No. 2924). Sleeveless, scoop-neck cream silk georgette, surprisingly substantial, with over 100,000 hand-strung baguette beads in seven tiers, plus an eighth tier across scooped back. 

The hemline falls just above your provocative knees; in Utah or Ohio, you could have been arrested (really) for wearing this breathtaking thing. Imported.

on sale now at j. peterman

it's long been my dream to work for them (even before elaine did on seinfeld). do you think this might serve as a job application?