<![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About? - Gawker Comments]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About? - Gawker Comments]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> My. What a miasma of uncertainty about her.

Ya' know, I don't "get along" with the woman very well, but once you've seen her impeccably Prada-clad boobs innadvertently "dip" into the rosemary & Pinot Grigio reduction-sauce on a platter of seared pork cutlets, you do tend to become a "believer."

Wilson's mega-talent and versatility aside, she has more than enough cred for this NYT gig. She's actually a very beautiful and exceptionally fashionable woman, in person.

Oh, and she orders pork because she says it tastes "like babies."

mothrafairy

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> I think it's even more limntastic:

"I got to keep the little black dress I borrowed for the Costume Institute Gala."

dotorg greg

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @Smitros:
Christ--I hope so.....

BabyJewn

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @BabyJewn:

Hunter Thompson was a lesbian?

Smitros

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Whatev....Cintra Wilson is a fucking genius. If Hunter Thompson wasn't dead and he was a hot blonde with a great rack, he'd be Cintra Wilson. So there.

BabyJewn

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @shesaidwhat: I think Cintra's been hitting up every one of the exhibits at the Met's Costume Institute for the past year, given that she's managed to reference them all.

freewrite

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @tammyfey: ow!

shesaidwhat

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @Thatcornellguy: weak

tammyfey

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Mr. Melbostad killed Poiret in the yacht's Salon de Japonisme with a flapper.

reillykat

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Looks like someone got their degree in creative writing...and probably from one of those annoying liberal arts colleges. Way to go Cintra Wilson! Now put down the SAT vocabulary book and stop trying to impress everyone.

Thatcornellguy

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @shesaidwhat: Nice limnjob, Michiko!

tammyfey

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> ... the metaphor is becoming muddled. ...is completely muddled? Or I'm muddled. Sorry.

shesaidwhat

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Okay. Here's the deal.

- The clothing is influenced by the following elements of Art Deco fashion: Paul Poiret's Japonisme [www.metmuseum.org] ; Coco Chanel's 1920s sportswear; and the defining Art Deco aesthetic of streamlined New York.

- Wilson then compares the designer to a flapper on a yacht who "never indulges to the point of going overboard." I think this is rather witty.

- The Deco analogy continues with the reference to the "clean martini taste." The martini image is great -- presumably that is what the flapper is indulging in. However, at this point the metaphor is completely becoming muddled.

- Rather than saying that the martini taste "retains poise" which is nonsense, Wilson should return to the image of the flapper who maintains her "poise even while dancing on the table."

- The refences to "glam-rock anarchism" and "hot artistic nasty" seem out of place. Wilson would have to do a lot more explaining in order to make me understand how in the hell these fit into the picture.

- The last sentence seems clear enough and bring us back to the historical period.

With these revisions, the paragraph makes sense as a fashion description and is (I think) a clever personification of the Art Deco design aesthetic.

shesaidwhat

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Some great short-burst writing in here!

josh speed

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Cintra rules. She could fart across a keyboard and I'd read it and love it. And, it appears that's what she's done here...

xtianrut

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> The Manny reads like a LiLo-drenched wet dream without the pink elephant razmataz, and 1930's Budapest can't hold a candle to the charming-yet-aquatic way Stephen Greenblatt injects spunk into gallons of gaseous apple fan-boys at the drop of a blister-packed bottle of Mrs. Dash.

bitchyenglishmajor

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @momo: Thanks for the image of less controlled hands plunging into douche territory.

SarahHeartburn

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @momo:

Brilliant! Now why didn't she just say so?

depardoo

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> This reminds me of when the Onion has spare column inches and just repeats the "huge amounts of blood" sentence. Whenever they have an article that runs short, they should just change the nouns and stick this in.

"Rudy Giuliani is the preeminent cankersore in the Republican Party's thinspirations, which fuses (sic) the utilitarian ur-sport of 1930s Germany with a lean toward severe statesmanship-tweaking hanky panky."

nonce

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @sheistolerable: Trochaic heptameter.

schmerd

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Anyone who says that an outfit made her look like a "sadistic prune" is ok in my book.

Carol Gardens

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @sheistolerable:

I would lightly accent the word "with" and call it seven trochaic feet, with the final unstressed syllable omitted.

I am a hopeless geek.

Smitros

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @sheistolerable: They're called fourteeners.

--yours, wordpimp

psst

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> My eye rests on an outfit by designer Venetian Lavalier. From its inception, the collar spreads, whimsical but attached, toward the color of the fabric, which is almost cream-like in its intensity but with a whiff of cat--as if inspired by Sucre de Brest. It runs after the 1910 Tishbein (the second show); the sleeves are twinned and match but for their flavour of pina colada and oatmeal, respectively. The empire is enciente, like twin ivory rebars, straining toward the hem, which, influenced by Plage du 'Ampton, is obscured yet still recognizably hesitant, pink and seafoam green.

irishbreakfast

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> It's the downside of "partnering" with Freakonomics.

artynimue1

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @dickdogfood: Heck, I've had dresses that were all beer and tequila by end of the night.

SarahHeartburn

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @tammyfey:
yeah, me too.

And it's funny that a few days ago a post about mortgage rates had me confused to point of tears, but the above excerpt makes perfect sense.

IBentMyWookie

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> DRESSES made entirely of MARTINIS?!? This is SCIENCE gone TOO FAR!!!

Dickdogfood

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @KarenUhOh:
And you can't afford it.

tortious

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> But I wonder what she thinks of the clothes.

Colonel Mustard

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> LUCKY tranlator:
OMG, Mr. M's inspirations, like, love! A pirouette toward Japanesiness is so there, and how much are we loving glam-rock punkiness! But, like the best yogurt-farting flappers, Phi never forces you to, like, think: it is hot artistic nasty with a clean martini taste, like dancing on a table [WILD!]. In less controlled hands, it might plunge into douche territory, but Mr. M sidesteps the vulgar and obvious! Loving it!

rod

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> All life is just a progression toward, and
then a recession from, one phrase--'I love you.'"

if_i_only_had_a_heart

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Carlyle sighed and was silent for a moment looking up at the
gathered host of stars blinking like arc-lights in the warm sky.
The negroes' song had died away to a plaintive humming and it
seemed as if minute by minute the brightness and the great
silence were increasing until he could almost hear the midnight
toilet of the mermaids as they combed their silver dripping curls
under the moon and gossiped to each other of the fine wrecks
they lived on the green opalescent avenues below.

if_i_only_had_a_heart

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @sheistolerable: Now I can't get that damn line out of my head. Word sluts: what meter is it? Hot artistic nasty with a clean martini taste.


Er, gin plz kthx.

sheistolerable

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Whoa, this is the same woman who did the brilliant "Winter Steele" show on MTV's Liquid Television all those years ago, and had that brilliant column in Salon?

tuffgirl

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @TedSez: Most likely, it's some place in Sweeden.

For some unknown, fucking insane reason, I know most of Ikea's naming conventions.

Cory

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> With a little more writing like this, the NYT will shed so many readers that the print version can be reduced down to the size of a postage stamp.

depardoo

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> "Hot artistic nasty with a clean martini taste?"
What the . . .?
She's been reading my text messages!

sheistolerable

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> I love her and I love these articles. It makes me want a martini = something I like to read.

leMaldeTete

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Someone's been taking NYU night courses in creative writing...

gonzosmom

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Squeezing every last drop outta that college degree.

Sue Duhnim

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> This piece gave me Roquentinian dry heaves.

KarenUhOh

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @TedSez: I think it's German for "Melba Toast".

SarahHeartburn

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Not to mention the subject-verb agreement error in the first sentence, though maybe I'm wrong. I can't figure out which word is the subject and which is the verb.

SarahHeartburn

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> What are yacht-farting flappers?

Elektra

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> I bought my Melbostad sofa at IKEA. I think it means "six-month warranty."

TedSez

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Sam Sifton gets it all, especially the "Poiret tendency toward Japonisme." And that's all that matters.

TheBigDoggy

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> It was a crisp and spicy morning in early October. The lilacs and laburnums, lit with the glory-fires of autumn, hung burning and flashing in the upper air, a fairy bridge provided by kind Nature for the wingless wild things that have their homes in the tree-tops and would visit together; the larch and the pomegranate flung their purple and yellow flames in brilliant broad splashes along the slanting sweep of the woodland; the sensuous fragrance of innumerable deciduous flowers rose upon the swooning atmosphere; far in the empty sky a solitary esophagus slept upon motionless wing; everywhere brooded stillness, serenity, and the peace of God

if_i_only_had_a_heart

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Someone get this woman a job at Lucky.

ehkca

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Wow! I bet Cintra Wilson can't cum either.

RufusV2

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Translation: "Help! I'm not writing about the Oscars!"

Mediahohoho

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> @Smitros: LOL'ed on that one.

I think I need to meet this Mr. Melba Toast.

LolCait

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> My ninth grade english teacher would have passed out after the third mixed metaphor.

MissCast

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Hm wha? Am I still drunk?

katastic

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Someone has a picture of Robin Givhan taped up in her locker.

tewkesbury

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> I think she's fantastic and I look forward to her columns. More, please!

tammyfey

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Wait... so there are Wiemar flappers drinking martinis on a Japanese yacht with glam rockers, Coco Chanel and inspector Poirot in New York harbor? I miss all the good parties.

Clevertrousers

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> I think "clean martini taste" is all you need to know.

freewrite

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Basically, unless you're schizophrenic, you probably won't find anything you like here.

Ha Ha Sound

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> I get paid by the reference.

Smitros

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> "(Very Poised)" gave me a migraine, I couldn't finish it. How much can one poise until one's unpoised?

SchmatSchmaymon

]]> <![CDATA[What The Hell Is Cintra Wilson Talking About?]]> Nothing matches.

KarenUhOh

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