Thursday, December 15, 2011

DUHMERICANA Christmas Gift Guide.


The lovely art on Half Acre's Big Hugs winter stout. You can never go wrong getting me local beer. (via Chicago Reader)



Hey guys! You only have 10 days! Please for you to buy me these things. Happy Holidays, my lovers.


Practical: $1250 antique handmade mittens.

Can you really ever have enough sparkly vinyl Chicago accessories? I need Sink or Swim's Humboldt bag.

These would be cute on even my stubby, jagged ragamuffin nails. Reindeer transfers!

When I decide to take up stimulants- it will be in style, with this stainless steel coke slab.

I'm googoo for Chicagoan Laura George's optimistic prints. You are a magical unicorn pony.

My New Year's resolution is to drink better. Methinks this Cardamom Clove syrup would make sexy gin-based cocktail.

For upcoming winter Fat-ification: The Mini-Donut Factory.

This gorgeous whistle would make me the fanciest trainer in the Windy City Rollers. I mean, I already kind of am, but yeah.

Someone said "mozzarella bar?" Let's have a post-holiday cheese orgy with a gift certificate to Bar Toma. We both win!

I couldn't end the list without a killer necklace. And only $19! Forged Blue Agate by SparrowMadeCo.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Playlist: Bouncy Ball!


I have two moods: Bouncy Ball and Puddle. Since it's the MOST FUCKING WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR, I'm on Bouncy Ball a lot more lately.

This playlist timing is perfect, thank you. Thanksgiving Eve is sacred for two reasons: 1). It's the biggest party night of the year and 2). You are about to get fat.

These jams are perfect for bopping around pre-going out tonight, putting on your zip-up-heel boots and red lipstick and sipping on your wine cooler. If you're NOT in high school, and maybe not going out tonight, save this puppy for a blast of endurance training tomorrow before you gorge on salt and animal fat.

Ok? Happy Thanksgiving! I looooveeee youuuuu.

Bouncy Ball! playlist

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Update on lack of updates!


I like you people that have actually asked where I've been. Thank you for validating my existence.

Sometimes life is crazybones and personal blogging must take a backseat to bullshit adult responsibilities. Time is tight, bitches. Walls are being torn down in my house. WALLS. Big sweaty men visit me everyday. In addition, crushes, weed-pulling, spray-painting, whining and actual paying work have gotten in the way of the semi-coherent nonsense that I really, legitimately enjoy producing here.

On the POSITIVE side, soon I will have a shiny new bathroom where you can all come have a big tub party. Winter is coming which means I will avoid stepping outdoors and can write more. Look for updates on the awesomeness I am creating and an invitation to be naked and bathe together.

Miss you.

Love,
Melanie

Monday, August 15, 2011

Dissecting Fall Trends! With a blunt scalpel.

See-thru with granny panties. For the career girl.



Stay warm with a coat made of skinned collies.



For the practical: Head Cupcakes.



That timelessly sexy "Kleenex Box" look.



I'm not sure what to say about this one but I believe it resembles the bad guys from Fraggle Rock?


When you want to wear your endometriosis on the OUTSIDE, too!



Thank you, Harper's Bazaar.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Black and white and bad boys.



I love the bad boys. Smitten with the boycandy in these images of oldie Gangs of Brooklyn.




Also craving this poster from Larken. Find courtesy of Teen Angster.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Boy Crush (kinda): Milo Munshin, age 11.


For some of us, it took decades to perfect our catty. Not so for the precocious Milo,aka the "gayest 10-year old boy on earth," who designs clothes, blogs fashion, and rocks a Louis Vuitton kerchief like no adult man.
Milo's beautiful fashion blog, Purple, takes us through design, architecture, and the pains of stores never having your waifish size.

One of my favoritest posts is Things you should and shouldn't wear to a music festival. Take note, hippies: Milo is anti-tie-dye.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you I'm out.


Duhmericana is going on a road trip, suckas. The LaForce nuclear family (plus one straggler and two dogs) is headed to the great state of "If anyone asks we're part of Canada," aka Maine.
I will be drunk on boxed wine with lobster guts hanging out of my teeth for the majority of the trip. Expect blog posts to be sporadic and weak at best.
I've got some links for tomorrow, but after that you're gonna have to grow up and find your own fun on the internet for a while. I can't regurgitate and spoon-feed it to you forever, jerks.

I will try to keep up with photos/updates on my tumblr and twitter. However, because my family will be with me, I will be much less entertaining, refraining from (most) narcotics and lesbian sex.


Peace out.



Image via Gawker

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Double Dutch & Sno-cones: Poptastic summer mixtape.


This is a mixtape for:

Running through the sprinkler with a white t-shirt on.
Burying your face in a vodka watermelon.
Tube tops and cut-offs.
Raging ice cream headaches.
Pushing your best friend into the pool.
Unorthodox-ly large sunglasses.
Spilling michelada in your lap.
Smacking your Dr. Pepper Lipsmacker lips.
Tattooed men washing cars.
Making out on the swingset.
Choreographed summer camp talent show dance numbers.

And every other fucking funtastic crazy summer cliché you can imagine.


Double Dutch & Sno Cones Mixtape


**Disclaimer: Mixtape is loosely defined. If you run through the sprinkler with a white t-shirt on, your nipples will show.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Necklace love: I am the shit.


Just in case you wondered, A-holes.

via Lost at E Minor

Friday, June 17, 2011

Week-end Happies


Image via Pantagrapher


Make your own Pixie Sticks.

Fun! Find your adorable doppelganger mutt (albeit in New Zealand). (Thanks Jim!)

I barfed just looking at it. The world's steepest rollercoaster.

Timely considering current events...but really always relevant. Why Men Send Pictures of their Penises.

From a founding member of the Crips: Your visual guide to gang signs.

French Covergirls made even more lovely with the help of magic marker.

Portraits of senior dogs. Love. (Thanks Alison!)

All the cool kids will be rocking this at Pitchfork: The forehead fannypack.

5 Minute Avocado Sorbet. Yum.

Finally, just because it's summer in Chicago. Dennehy.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Something I love: Thersic's Style Icon



Now THIS is clever fashion shit. Thersic babes Kiersten and Wes (newlyweds- and Chicago transplants to Brooklyn) take runway gorgeousness and apply it to...everything!
Some of my favorites are below.


Ditka!



Jem, The Holograms and The Misfits


Sushi



Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Summer Sunday Substance Abuse Workout Plan!

It's Sunday in June. You've slept til noon. You roll out of bed, pound your prescription eye drops, and begin your Sunday afternoon hammock 'n' multi-substance binge. About 5pm rolls around and you realize that you have mere hours before your BFF's killer birthday BBQ and you have to play a competitive sporting event next week and you have been a little concerned about your muffin top and also ate nearly a pound of Amish butter with an entire baguette for lunch.

So. Normally, under normal mediocre self-loathing conditions, you would just pop back another capful of Robitussin and shave your legs. But, given the importance of maximizing EVERY DAMN CALORIE-MURDERING OPPORTUNITY, you realize you must take action.

How to exercise on drugs*:

1. Select your workout. I opt for an elliptical machine, because it makes for upper-body freedom. Jumproping is also good. Running in place for an hour is extremely fun.

2. Put on your favorite Hello Kitty t-shirt and 2-sizes-too-small American Apparel booty shorts.

3. Fire up your iPod to the best 80s anthems you can muster (Aha, When in Rome, Erasure).

4. Have a handler present. Someone should pop their head in the room when your Boyz II Men moves get out of hand and your iPod explodes when you accidentally throw it across the room.

5. Burn calories.

It will look something like this.




*Don't really exercise on drugs, idiot.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Necklace love: Porcupine quills.




I can't fully endorse this necklace until I know that the quills were harvested humanely (I know, I'm a fucking hippie). Let's assume that the quills came in bulk from a veterinarian- courtesy of some idiot fashionista's over-curious Yorkie. In which case, we can thoroughly enjoy the hardcore beauty of this piece. Rock.

via Kller

Week-end happies


love is... photo by Will Rice


Rhubarb syrup for yer pancakes and moonshine.

Really I'm surprised it took as long as it did. Unicorn Name Generator. Love, Tulip Blue Reins.

I love everything about this summer reading uniform post.

When only a Bill Cosby gif gets me. (Thanks Marcus!)

Awesome hip-hop photos from the 70s and 80s.

Not Now, Skeletor! For those awkward moments with evil.

As hilarious if not more than it's better known predecessor, Love the @shitgirlssay twitter feed. "I'm not like, super hungry." "Did I get any color today?"

Chamomile gin? Fennel vodka? Yes please.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Early Summer Redemption Frittata


I'm gay for vegetables.



A lovely lady gifted me Barbara Kingsolver's Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. Although I wasn't ignorant to the notion that we spend a lot of fuel and energy getting ridiculous foods to our table (Do we really need arugula in January?)- I never felt such remorse for guzzling foreign oil via my plate like I do after reading this book.

It's no secret that I have farm fantasies (interpret as you will). I am a teacher's pet reading Kingsolver's lessons on gardening and poultry-breeding, nodding eagerly at the book into the wee hours after my husband has long since passed out. I highly recommend it for other food nerds.

Most of us don't have the um, luxury (?) of a 4,000 square foot backyard plot to feed our families. At my house, we DO maintain a meager (40 square foot), currently weed-filled vegetable garden, as well as get most produce and all of our eggs from local farmers.

Here's my recipe for an Early Summer Redemption Frittata. The vegetables I used were readily available locally in Chicago's "late-nonexistent spring." Shake off a little of that gasoline guilt. Mmkay? It's just a frittata, jerks. You can handle this.

This recipe feeds two normal humans or one woman having a manic episode.

Early Summer Redemption Frittata

- 2 Large to XL local eggs
- 1 additional egg white
- 1 portabella mushroom cap or a large handful of cremini or button mushrooms, chopped
- 4 to 5 spears of asparagus, chopped
- 3 bunches of baby bok choi, or about a cup of another fresh cooking green, chopped
- 2 scallions or one Egyptian walking onion/overwintered potato onion
- A good splash of local milk or creamer- the higher the fat content, the tastier the frittata.
-1/8 cup crumbled local goat cheese. (Prairie Fruits Farm in Illinois has a great selection.)
- olive oil and truffle oil*
- salt and pepper to taste*


Preheat oven to 325. In a medium saucepan (this will be the size of your frittata), saute mushrooms, the white part of the onions, and the stem-y parts of the baby bok choi with about 3 tablespoons of olive oil and one tablespoon of truffle oil over medium-high heat. After you start these, throw your chopped asparagus into a shallow pan with water almost covering the asparagus. Cover with a lid and bring to a boil. Turn off immediately. After your sauteeing veggies have cooked down slightly (about 8 minutes) Strain your asparagus bits and toss them into the saute pan too, along with the leafy parts of the bok choi. Cook for 3-4 minutes on medium heat, or until the leafy bok choi has just wilted. Add a little more oil at this point if you need to. Spread your veggies across the pan so that there are somewhat evenly dispersed.

Crack your eggs and egg white into a bowl and add the milk/cream. Whip up until it's even and just a bit frothy. Dump this mixture over your cooked veggies. Cook on medium heat uncovered for about 5 minutes, keeping an eye that the edges don't brown.

Put the entire pan into the preheated oven. Cook for about 8 minutes, or until the egg has set completely. Remove with a friggin pot holder and don't forget that as you are plating it, the handle is fucking hot. (I forgot.)


Done! After I made this, I ate a Hershey's chocolate bar, whose chocolate was surely harvested by tiny child labor hands in somewhere like Malaysia, and shipped on Hummers aboard aircraft carriers to the USA. I'm not perfect, you guys.



*Kingsolver made allowances for certain cooking oils and spices in her "nothing but local" quest. She feels that no reasonable kitchen can cook without them.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Chicago, The Reflected City



Please take a few moments to watch this stunning video created by Craig Shimala, who uses a mirror filter technique. As a result you feel like you're floating through a dreamy, flooded, post-apocalyptic Chicago. I especially love the effect when he hits Lake Street.

It's crazy how a simple mirror filter can transform a video into something else. from Craig Shimala on Vimeo.




via Short List

Friday, June 3, 2011

Week-end happies


Image via You + Eye



25 photos of love.

Need a little encouragement? This kid is the best motivational speaker ever. (Thanks Lizz and Marcus!)

Fave tumblr of the week: My Daguerreotype Boyfriend. (Thanks Deb!)

Opening today (6/3) at Music Box, L'Amour Fou: A documentary about the life and final auction of Yves Saint Laurent. Looks. Gorge.

HOGLETS. (Thanks Emily!)

Beautiful rare photos of Marilyn Monroe.

This conversion of an ancient manor to a modern home is amazing. I want to steal it.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Summer.



What senses and images are most salient when you think of summer? For me, it's morning glories in the alley. The weathered cotton smell of my hammock. Sweat stains under my boobs. Cherry tomatoes popping in my mouth. Neon pink toenails. I could go on, but I won't. Instead, enjoy a few summer-inspired images and video. They will make you feel calm and warm, like a pill and a blanket. Happy day, summer is here!







Suddenly, last summer from Leonardo Dalessandri on Vimeo.







Summer Escapade 2011 from R1BS on Vimeo.






Images via drunkkbitch, herestowords, raulmacias,, shaania,, Hardy

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Necklace Love: Samantha Goldberg of One of One



In love with these pendants from Chicago's Samantha Goldberg. She uses "old-world silversmithing techniques with unusual natural rock formations." The result is mythical. I gravitate to jewelry that looks like it could stop a bullet or turn into a key that opens a magic treasure vault. These are a bit out of my price range, but damn. Someday. I want.





Friday, May 27, 2011

Week-end happies


Pigeon portrait by Katie Scully


DO NOT HUG THIS MAN.

Spiderman meme: possibly the most hilarious superhero meme. This week. (Thanks Marcus!)

Warning, nerds. Game arthritis ain't pretty.

"Turn it down, hipsters, no one wants to hear your playlist." Charles Bronson takes on the hipsters of New York.

Have awesomer pancakes with DIY dandelion syrup.

My Drunk Kitchen with Hannah Hart is kind of the funniest, most adorable cooking show ever.

THIS IS AMAZING. A special "device" for micro power naps at work. (Thanks Amelia!)

Fuck Yeah Kung Fu Panda 2! #obsession

Blatant self-promotion. IDM Photography included me in the awesome 50 Portraits Project. I'm cute and stuff. And see, Mom? Some people like my potty mouth.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Animated instrumental surf pop: Yes, please.



This video. This music. Danger Beach's Apache.
Enjoy in full screen.

Apache from oneedo on Vimeo.



More on the animation style here.

Danger Beach on Dream Damage


(Thanks Kyle!)

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Serious research: Bieber vs. Billy Dee perfume experiment



Soooo I just found out about Justin Bieber's newly launched perfume. In and of itself, the launch is ripe with blog fodder. Yesterday Justin tweeted that "A real man knows what a woman wants." I mean, the jokes just write themselves.




Celebrity men hawking women's perfume is not totally uncommon, but it does take a special man to make it a success. I remember a similar joe, alike in almost every way to the Biebs, making women swoon similarly with his velvety perfume ads. That, my friends, is the Undeniable Billy Dee Williams. You may also remember him from Colt 45 ads.



Although no longer sold in stores (it's heyday was in the early 90s), eBay does have Billy Dee's Undeniable fragrance available. I really want to put old swagger to the test with the rookie.

So here's what I propose: A Bieber vs. Billy Dee scent challenge.

In real life I'm a SERIOUS RESEARCHER, and I know about the importance of control and well-defined operationalization in any experiment. The outcome of the study is simple, and the reason any girl wears perfume (ever): To get as much play as possible. Amirite?

Because I am an eager guinea pig for any situation that allows me to engage in mass amounts of flirting, I will be the primary tester.

The design is simple: Test each perfume on unwitting male participants, controlling for as many confounding variables as possible. I will be sure to show the same amount of cleavage with each scent, so not to give an unfair advantage to either the Biebs or the BD. I will avoid testing when ovulating, cause lord knows I just can't control the aggressive tone that my pick-up lines take on during this period.
Colt 45 will not be consumed during testing.

Cool? I will keep you posted. Ladies, feel free to email me if you'd like to participate as well. I'm a Belieber 4 Life, but my money is on Lando Calrissian. Dude had a killer mustache.







Images via New York Daily News, myspace,, Geek Twins

Subversive feminist art: Mimi Smith


Slave Ready Corporate, 1991-1993



Mimi Smith has been creating feminist statement art since the mid 1960s. I'm really drawn to these clothing pieces, most of which are on display now-ish at the Brooklyn Museum. A little fashion "fuck you" for your Tuesday.




Maternity Dress, 1966-1966


To Die For?, 1991, dress




Protector Against Illness: Black Tamoxifen Bra, 1996–1996.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Week-end happies


Image by Robin Schwartz via Oh,Photos


Because you want the Unabomber's cool shades. And now you can have them.

What would you save if your house was burning?

TACO PARTY! (not porn.)

Alternative posters for The Royal Tenenbaums. Love.

For the heathens: Unintentionally sexual church signs. (Thanks Robert!)

Simpsons + Pulp Fiction = Fun.

A phenomenal fashion-diy: Door-knocker belt!

The Cast of Willie Wonka's Chocolate Factory, all grows up.

(Thanks Marcus!)

Striking photography of cliff-divers.

Entire movies compressed into one barcode. PRETTY. (Thanks Dave!)

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Today in American Idiocy: 2011 Swimwear

The best way to judge a country's trajectory is not by its gross domestic product but by its fashion trends. We're fucked, kids. This country is clearly getting dumber.



Nothing says virginal bride like a white push-up bikini. Beach Bunny Bride swimwear line is appallingly slutty-ugly. And didn't we learn not to wear white swimsuits by the age of 12? Perfect for the trashy honeymoon that includes crystal meth balls and speaking in tongues. Add a trucker hat for optimal image.




via Design You Trust



For dudes we have Orlebar Brown's line. Go ahead and pay $230 to have it look like a FUCKING ROTTWEILER IS LICKING YOUR JUNK.




via New York Times



I call this one the "FUPA-enhancer." If it doesn't look good on this bitch, who the hell will it look good on!? Fuck you, American Apparel.


via American Apparel

I'm sorry for the language, but this suit just reeks "Addicted to heroin, please cunt-punch me." Done.


via Urban Outfitters


Come on now, idiots.