And a damn fine one by the looks of it. Makes me wish I had some excuse to go buy and wear a $400 hat.
Maybe when Prince Harry gets married.
Putting this here because is a cross section of fashion, art and celebrity gossip - for definitions of celebrity that include Neil Gaiman.
I keep thinking his kids are younger. One thing I know about her: Neil claims she was named after Holly Woodlawn, best known as “then he was a she” from Walk on the Wild Side by Lou Reed (RIP). She didn’t learn that until later.
Her web designer sucks ass, all the images were offset to the right an entire screen.
And I wouldn’t pay $500 for a freaking pouf of tulle on a rubber band with a feather shoved in it.
Just found out how little I knew about Gaiman’s personal life.
Hadn’t known he lives in the United States.
Hadn’t known he’s my age.
Hadn’t known he’s married to Amanda Palmer.
If you want weird hats, the Melbourne Cup is happening in Australia Coco Rocha | Go Fug Yourself Flip through the slide show.
You probably also didn’t know about the giant dragon in his back yard.
http://kellymccullough.com/thats-snow-dragon-its-a-madcap-adventure/
Those aren’t big enough to be hats. They are decorations to stick on part of a woman’s tresses.
Some of them are facinators, not hats. Beatrice Borromeo had a great one at Prince Felix of Luxemborg’s wedding. And yeah, I know this isn’t everyone’s thing. Really expensive works of art couture that people who have been in the same room with royalty wear on their heads is sort of a niche interest.
For some reason this line really tickles me :). I’m not even sure if I could tell you why, though perhaps it is just the distance from my own life.
I think that is why I pay attention to it. There is something about hats that cost - in some cases - thousands of dollars, being worn to “Felix of Luxembourg’s” wedding that is so outside of my realm. Its like society porn or something.
So Holly Gaiman making these things - which is the intersection in my life of two very different geek interests tickles me further.
Amanda Fucking Palmer of Dresden Dolls fame? Actually, that kinda makes sense.
Who wants to be a milliner?
Yeah, and they can get positively gooey about it on Twitter. Seriously, I never thought I’d be in danger of contracting diabetes from Amanda Fucking Palmer’s tweets.
I was mildly shocked when I was reminded it’s been just about 25 years since the first issue of Sandman came out.
Too bad Minnie Pearl’s gone. Would have been the perfect host.
There’s even an Amanda Palmer’s Blog drinking game where you have to take a drink whenever she says “Neil”, and a shot when she mentions “Me and Neil”: It’s not for the faint of stomach; this page alone’ll kill ya.