The Caviar Dream

Passarella Death Squad have taken the mantra that “sex sells” to new heights with their 2010 men’s collection. The high-end tees, available in black or white, feature alluring images of vixens in compromising positions set to graphical backgrounds your would find on a shirt your grandmother may have picked up for you on vacation. Our personal favorite is “L’Amour,” an image of two nude Nagel-esque women braided around the Statue of Liberty like cheap farm twine. Now that is New York of the 80s, an era long gone. Be sure to follow Passarella Death Squad on Twitter for details about their most current releases. Does anybody know where to find the “RIP YSL” tee?

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Nothing says summer time like “I Get Around” by 2pac…but it’s February. Well, I’ve clearly got BBQ season on the brain, so let’s get to planning the perfect summer pool party.

I’ve heard on numerous occasions that the culinary-crackpots who prepare our food are now using bacon to flavor anything and everything. I recently tried a bacon-infused chocolate, vodka, ice cream and candied bacon. On my pursuit of other food items that have been blessed by the flank of swine, I stumbled upon a blog called “This is Why You’re Fat,” which features the obvious subject-matter with a twist. My personal favorite is the “Bacon-Chicken Narwal.” Talk about a conversation-piece at the office potluck.

The bacon craze has officially reached it’s peak as Williamsburg, Brooklyn plays host to the “Bacon Takedown” at Union Pool on March 29th. Get your game faces on kids.

Tom Ford is without a doubt one of our generation’s greatest fashion and design icons. When I heard he was making his directorial debut, I was curious to see how this visionary would lend his talents to the big screen. “A Single Man” is set in Los Angeles during the height of the Cold War and takes the view through chronicles a day in the life of a gay university professor (George) who abruptly loses his partner (Jim) who perishes in a car accident.

While I am partial to 60s design, architecture, and fashion; I found the cinematography to objectively breathtaking as Tom Ford’s ability to convey the era’s aesthetic was nothing short of brilliance. As I sat during the opening credits I thought critically about the title of the film, “A Single Man.” The existentialist sentiment was quite apparent as the underlying theme of the film is how we all deal with being alone. During a brief philosophical discussion with one of George’s students, he is told that “we’re born alone, and we die alone sir.” Should this film had debuted half a century ago, Jean-Paul Satre would have been that creepy fucker on the back row eating nachos.