the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Month: September, 2007



“the first feminine feature that goes, with advancing age, is the neck.”

gloria swanson (a vegetarian)



Vivienne Westwood, ‘On Liberty’ collection, autumn/winter 1994/95

and the perfect song for little ami who is learning “where’s your bum?”

don’t forget your scarflace


best behavior‘s jersey necklace.

hunting season has begun

Fashion Week

and this is on the list.

 (Danish graphic artist Anne Strandfelt’s “I Love Yoko” T-shirt)

3-D copy


quanti anni hai?

a penniless socialite


nancy cunard’s bracelets. (read here)

Portrait Nancy Cunard

and a literary muse. (more here)


What is this cry for toys? You’ve had them all;
This clamouring for lovers? Take your choice:
Outgrown and senseless dolls with timid voice,
Like marionettes unstrung they can but fall
Into your merciful hands, your tender grasp
That pities them and tidies up their tears,
The while you wince, yet put away their fears.

(poem by cunard)





the big bang(les) and kate moss’s hands.

(by mert alas & marcus piggot. more here)

steppin’ out with my baby


the ugly earring’s second labor of love has finally arrived!

please check it out and sign up too (even if you aren’t in the Valley)~there’s good stuff hiding between the lines and a section that features online goodies (this month, we featured the talented naik fur and paraphernalia). 

we’re always on the look out! so, if you come across any wonderful and amazing online designers, artists, boutiques and etc. during your blog hunts, send them our way! we’d love to feature your finds with our readers.

we hope you like it and will tell all your friends about us too.


les chaussures

someone please tell me where i can find these shoes.

from the facehunter (of course).

“¿donde estan mis hijos?”

A beautiful young woman with two small children lived in the poorest section of Juarez, Mexico. She was madly in love with a very rich man. He felt the same way about her, but he, having no interest in children, refused to marry her. Late one night, the woman took her children to a bridge over the Rio Grande river. In the dead of the night, she heartlessly stabbed her children and threw in the river to drown. Still wearing her bloody nightgown, she went to her lover’s home to show him the great lengths she had gone to be with him. The man, seeing her blood-streaked nightgown, was horrified and rejected her. Then, finally realizing the horrible mistake she had made, she ran back to the river screaming, crying, and tearing at her hair, desperately trying to save her children. But it was too late. The woman stabbed and drowned herself in the same river.

The legend has it that as punishment for her unspeakable sins she was given the head of a horse, and was to wander the banks of the Rio Grande for all of eternity looking for her lost children.

a La Llorona legend.