M. Anthony Collection

Hi, I'm Marc Anthony and I'm here to tell you about my new line of menswear. Do you ever have those occasions where you need to jet around town at top speeds yet still maintain the winning good looks of one of Latin America's most renowned vocalists? Do you not yet know how to incorporate mesh into all aspects of your wardrobe? Are you looking for a healthy cross between warm-up pants and a tuxedo? Look no further because I have created this line in response to the needs of you, my loyal fans. Pick up the phone and order right now and I'll even include an autographed copy of my limited edition Marc Anthony: Guide to Style featuring such chapters as "Shiny Shoes, All the Time," and "Really Long Jackets Make You Look Taller, I Promise." Don't wait, operators are standing by.

Get It Together: Some Things Should Be Left in the Past

We cannot emphasize this enough. Sex and the City was cute from 1998 to 2003 and then Carrie and her ballerina skirts, Samantha and her brash sexuality, Miranda and her sarcasm and Charlotte with her hopeless and thoroughly irritating optimism became only appropriate in the small realm of our special edition dvd boxed sets. There is nothing bothering us more than the trotting out of the middle-aged stars in no longer age appropriate or fashion forward garments for the making and promoting of the sure to be horrible movie version.


You've probably guessed that we're also not thrilled about the Sex and the City wannabes Cashmere Mafia and Lipstick Jungle. Admittedly, having only seen the former, we're nonetheless ready to declare that this, friends, is bad TV and not even the good kind. We even have significant soft spots in our hearts for Lucy Liu after her turns in both Kill Bill and Charlie's Angels but even we can't defend what she's been wearing lately.


Valentino Schmalentino... this dress is ugly.

PH Addendum: Lucy, I don't know if you realize the severity of our words, here... Our love for you used to be pure, unadulterated, and altogether quite lovely. You show up like that, and well, we start questioning everything. The fact that we're alumni from the same college will only get you so far....)

Mystery Revealed

We had been wondering and wondering about the floral prints that abound in the spring collections of otherwise sane designers like Prada and Balenciaga. We think we have finally uncovered the hidden inspiration for all this.


With characters like Miss Truvy, Claree and everyone's favorite Ouiser, this is a good, nay, great film and an absolutely killer way to spend a Sunday afternoon. But a fashion inspiration for our time? I think not.

Dear Stylist: Get Thee Some Pants

Dear Stylist,

We never thought we'd have to say this but some articles of clothing bear a certain necessity. Take pants for example. Perhaps if you're an Olsen twin you can get away with belting a huge t-shirt, throwing on 80 bangles and calling it a day but if you're not an alien life form, you might want to take a page out of the playbook of the more pedestrian among us. Top + pants = face the world. Don't get me wrong, we're not saying no to dresses here, we LOVE dresses but dresses fall under the umbrella of the onesie. The rules, friends, are the same as when you were 2. Onesies are acceptable on their own, sweaters, dear stylist, do not qualify.



Yours truly,

The Aesthetes

Celebrity Time Machine

We just had a chat with our crystal ball and it told us what Fergie Ferg is going to look like in 20 years.

Like the twin sister of Third Rock from the Sun's Kristen Johnston.

Don't say we didn't warn you.

Affordable Art Part Deux

We have a confession to make. While we like to think we share our opinions and also our finds with the world oftentimes when we find something we really like we might sometimes have the tendency to keep it to ourselves. We've seen one too many great restaurants and hip hop lounges become overrun by recently moved to the city investment bankers or other Long Islanders. Call us smug, elitists if you will, we like to think of it as protective. Unsurprisingly, when we wrote about affordable art we sort of neglected to mention one of our longtime favorites: Antigirl. We love these prints by Tiphanie Brooke which are super affordable ($45) a great size for framing (18x24) and easy to mix and match and create a larger piece by hanging two (diptych) or three (triptych) together.


Check out a more expanded selection of works here.

Dear Stylist: Jumpsuit Edition

Dear The Fabulous Ms. Keys,



Alicia, darling, honey, sweetie, there are far more flattering options out there, seriously, just right around the corner, if you would just step this way, we promise no one will get hurt. May we please introduce you to the fun and fabulous world of separates?

Yours truly,

The Aesthetes

Ode to the Woman on the Subway: a Haiku

Mauve and purple don't

go together not even

if both in the scarf.

*****A note to those not appreciating the haiku genre: Phat Tony assured me and consequently assures all of you that Haikus are always funny. Always.

We Love Neil Patrick Harris

We all need role models and who better than the original blogger himself, Doogie Howser, M.D. Doogie, in all his precocious glory, was at the helm of one of the best of the "lost" sitcoms of the 80s i.e. one's that were not beaten to death by the syndication horse. Really, what's not to love, a 16 year old doctor who actually has compassion and a sense of humor and only mildly grazes the lovable end of the nerd spectrum.

Can you say suspension of disbelief?


Dr. Douglas Howser was adeptly played by Neil Patrick Harris whom we have grown to love more and more over the years.


Clearly Mr. Patrick Harris has grown into a healthy sense of style (and hair products) and has made said transition remarkably better than his peers (see: Fred Savage). He's made such a reasonably smooth transition in the world of celebrity and child stardom even in the face of such obstacles such as coming out and self parody (although the cameo in Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle was hilarious), it has come to the point that whenever we get stuck, we the aesthetes, always ask ourselves what would Neil Patrick Harris do (WWNPHD)? Certainly, this catchy acronym is a clear adaptation of the much more common WWTBFCD (what would the Barefoot Contessa Do)? Look out for WWNPHD bracelets and t-shirts coming soon to a mall near you.

Phat Tony Addendum: We wish that any sort of recent appearances he has made on the world's stage (anything having to do with "How I Met Your Mother," coming out of the closet, etc.) actually improved our opinion of him... However, combine his Doogie beginnings with his Christina Aguilera-esque vocal riffing-con-finger jiggle in "Undercover Brother," and he has already reached a zenith that is virtually uncalled for in the magical world of AQoT. WWNPHD, indeed...

After School Special: AQoT Edition

Ah childhood...Rice Krispies Treats, Capture the Flag, You Can't Do That on Television...those were simpler times. Unfortunately, our inevitable aging has left us prone to sigh's of "kids nowadays..." as we are confronted with that which we do not understand, Ne-Yo, Gossip Girl, The Hills, Justin Timberlake. Ha, just kidding, we totally understand that stuff. What we don't understand lately is what is going on with the next generation (are we at Z yet?) of budding superstars.

Let's start with Vanessa Hudgens. Fine, she took some pictures of herself naked and in the grand scheme of things we're not going to go all Republican on you and say that this is an immoral thing to do we're just saying, did no one explain to her how the Internet works?

And then there's Jamie Lynn Spears. Sure, Britney has made some bad choices that $100 million should be able to prevent one from making, but at least she had the decency to wait until she was in her 20s to have a baby by her totally not famous boyfriend. Shockingly, Nickelodeon seems not to have a problem with the situation. We wonder if they'll try to cover up Zoey 101's baby bump with strategically placed grocery bags a la Claire Huxtable in the 80s.

Apparently, Lily Allen is also pregnant. While not in her teens, she's also not too far removed and she was recently asked to design a line of maternity clothing specifically intended for juniors, like Delia's juniors, otherwise known as girls in their teens and VERY early 20s. In what universe is that a good idea? The least we can do is force girls to wear ugly florals and stirrup pants through their pregnancy as a deterrent.

We've come to the point where we fully expect the next breaking news item on CNN to be Miley Cyrus' gruesome killing spree.

What have we learned here kids, naked photos and pregnancy will not actually harm one's chances of a lucrative future in Children's Programing and if corporate America had their way we'd have a totally rocking line of skinny jeans and crop tops suitable for the second trimester of only the most fashionable teenagers.

Dear Stylist: Paris Hilton Should Cut Her Losses and Move to Boca

Dear Stylist,

They tell me Paris Hilton is a young girl. I suppose that's what the dancing on the tables, all too often with hands above head and dare I say snapping, is about. However are we the only ones who have noticed a shift in her wardrobe lately?


We've always preferred Ms. Hilton sans weave but we don't really see the point of teasing the natural do into a poufy oblivion since it seems to add about 40 years to the look. Also, by now hopefully we all can agree on the dangers of wearing animal prints, namely that you look like you've gone one step too far on "vintage" bandwagon and you've spent far too much time poking around in Nana's cobweb-filled closet.


I mean, don't get us wrong, we're certainly not implying that Paris would be anything less than the TOAST of the retirement community and she'd likely land a lucrative deal posing for the cover of Joan Collins next and surely scintillating novel Misfortune's Infamous Daughters. We're just saying that she should strongly consider taking her budding "crazy animal-lady" tendencies to more sympathetic pastures than LA.



I hear Del Boca Vista has a few vacancies.

Yours truly,

The Aesthetes