Saint Louis

I can be an airhead. I didn't realize until two weeks ago that the camera in my phone had a 'solarize' option. I discovered it by accident while I was trying to take a picture of Mr. McSlore's ass in the Ancient Art section of the St. Louis Art Museum. In lieu of showing you his ass, which may not be as fascinating to you as it is to me, I give you the towering statue of Saint Louis out front of the museum-

Here he is, in all his glory, un-solarized. He looks as though he would fit right in with ghost army from Return of the King.

The man depicted here which the city was named after, is King Louis IX of France. Not sure why they chose a dead guy from the 13th century but he makes for a pretty cool statue, and they do have a fair collection of armor in the museum. Nothing like the Met in New York, but who has that kind of funding?

This could do some serious damage to the Jehovahs that keep showing up on my doorstep-

I just love the staircases in and out of the exhibit. The ceiling is gorgeous too. I could live in there. Hey, speaking of which, do any of you remember a children's book about a girl and her little brother that spend the night in the Met? I can't recall the name..

Cleveland Is Beautiful

Because I love my adopted city so much, and because we get dumped on way more than is neccessary, I am going to do a lot more pro-Cleveland posts this year. I'm going to highlight the places I love, the art and beauty that surrounds us here in Northeastern Ohio, and basically hammer it down your throat, but tied in a pretty pretty ribbon. 


I took this on the way home from our Adventure In Antiquing.

And this is one of the many heroic statues representing local industry on the refurbished 30s designed Lorain-Carnegie Bridge.

Thank goodness they renovated instead of tearing it down, like they did with most of the mansions on Euclid Ave. Have you ever seen that great book lost New York? I bet they could print one for every city in the Untied States. We should at least try to document what we love while we can.

Ode To Chocolate

I hate most sweets. I'm the last to order dessert, and find myself continually making brownies and cheesecakes for parties, and tasting nary a sweet morsel. I'll eat it if someone else makes it, but only with the gun of politeness pressed firmly into my back. There is one exception, though. Chocolate. Dark and rich and as heavy as the Metal I put into the CD player on an almost daily basis. This is where we come to Lily, the store pictured above.


How do I describe it? Well, for one thing, they pair their homemade truffles with wine! I'm already there, obviously. Then they use crazy Marcel Vigneron stuff to it, without the douchey haircut. Here are some examples:

First up- Red Planet. Red wine black pepper reduction, dark chocolate.

              Hot Mama. Cayenne pepper, Sichuan peppercorn honey, dark chocolate.

              Boozie Suzie. Kirsch soaked french cherries, Kirsch ganach, dark chocolate.

              Red Head. Vintage port ganache, dried blueberries, dark chocolate.

              Mauie Wowie. Madagascar vanilla bean, Hawaiian black lava sea salt, white chocolate.

              Lime. Fresh lime juice, clover honey, white chocolate.

              Forty Winks (my favorite). Lavender bittersweet ganache, dark chocolate.

Order some, they are amazing. http://lillytremont.com/

An-Tweaking

As some of you know, we here chez McSlore are busy transforming one of the bland sun rooms into a Spanish/Moroccan bar/play area. To that end, we hopped into the Slore-mobile, yours truly a wee bit hopped up on caffeine, and trekked over to the Lorain Avenue Antique District (with a stop at Lily's Chocolates, natch). Here are some of our finds.


It starts out innocently enough with a lovely wrought iron hanging lamp that, sadly, was too big for the room.

Then a nice sideboard that was close in color of oakitude to what we wanted, but still not Moorish enough to be an inspiration-

Yes, these were taken NYE, and yes, that's me in the mirror. I didn't notice it until I downloaded the large version, and I turned up Blade Runner photo clicky style. Weird. And why do all these shops throw old Persian rugs under everything? It's just sloppy.

Movie Insult Mash-Up

Some of these are really bad, but some are great.

Kibble Crazy Corgi

Someone tell me why I love these spastic little fuckers.


Cuz you're an idiot.


You two.

More Chloe Seven-KNEE

It has recently come to my attention that I love Mainbocher paper dolls and mainlining Chanel no. 5 while reading the Tinsley Mortimer interview in Town & Country. In my Alexander McQueen bird poo splattered panties, of course.





Oh, shoot. I swear to God I wrote Tinsley Mortimer before I heard it in the video above. Just pretend I wrote Dianne Brill or something.


And whatever Mumblecore is, it's my new favorite filum genre.

Junk Food For Your Mind

So, I was on the phone with my friend K-Bird when she brought up the subject of trashy books, something that I had no idea that she enjoyed as much as i did! There is one particular Summer when I wasn't dating anyone special and I went through my weight in cheesy library-provided biographies, like that huge one on Marlene Deitrich (which I now own) and some juicy tome by Cybil Shepherd. So, time to fess up, what's your favorite trashy book? 

Happy New Year!

I want to say Happy New Year to all of you out there, your families, your pets, your plants, your bed bugs, your Juggies, your significant others, the guy you crush on at work, the girl you're too embarrased to admit you crush on, your hopes, your dreams, your resolutions and most important, your happiness. Let's all agree just to say FUCK IT and be happy this year. If it helps any, I have your back. No time to waste on the negative, and my only resolution is to DO NO HARM. It's pretty simple when you apply it to everything.

And I love each and every one of you. And no, that does not mean that my love is watered down. It is that much stronger for having so many of you to love. Thank you for making 2010 so wonderful.

Your Twunt

People Are Great For A Reason

Remind me to tell you my Iggy Pop story one day.

Home Again

Hello, fellow drunken fools! I am back in Cleveland and happy to report that I have recovered from the holiday revelries that left me unresponsive and incoherent on the floor in front of Nana's kitchen. I am fresh and clean as a daisy, or the above floor, after Nana swiffered my drool up, and ready for the new year.

I've missed you all, and I'm eager to hear all your holiday stories, after I berate PC for allowing her Dad access to her iPad and thank JC for the calendar (half naked men! I love you, JC!). 

By the way, I intend to party for at least three more days. I'm just not sure how hard. Love you guys. Hope you had a great holiday. Xoxo 

Look What I Found!

St. Louis has this awesome store called Lukas Liquors. I walked through the door, found an aisle that was wall-to-wall Zinfandel, and laid out my sleeping bag. Just as I was taking the wine key out of my bag, I looked up and what did I see? Why, 'tis Bethenny Frankel, staring down at me! I regret to inform you that nary a bottle was missing from the display. Sadly, being a skinny girl isn't high on the list of things to do around  here. Not that the people are fat, they are just more salt of the earth and less trendy. Plus, alcohol content higher than 7% might be nice too. Seriously, who drinks Margaritas with less alcohol than Christmas Ale? NOBODY. Well, except the McSlore pre-schoolers. We don't start them on the hard stuff until they can read and write. It's a law or something.

What are YOU drinking? 

Housewives Bankruptcy Index

Someone needs to make a board game already.

Article: http://jezebel.com/5716220/the-real-housewives-bankruptcy-index

Olde Timey Space Toys

I really, really want the housewares from the exhibit. Saturn shaped bedside lamps!

Out-of-focus Man-in-the-moon teapot!

Lt. Uhuru? How is this even remotely like Lieutenant Uhuru? It looks more like Flip Wilson. FAIL.

For the enterprising future astronaut, preferably with loaded friends and relatives:

My brother had this. "Look at me, I'm tiny and I'm flying to the moon!" But first, let me slam it into my sister's face a few times..(true story)

Okay, this is more of a historical flight thingy, but still. I have no idea what it is. It looks like it might scare small children, so I included it.

THE END.

Tomorrow, we are touring barbecue joints and bungee jumping off the St. Louis Arch. Not in that order.

Omnimax Whatchamacallits Are HUGE

We went to the Science center here in St. Louis yesterday, and while it was full of slobber goblins and their enablers, we managed to have a good time in the McDonnell-Douglas Space Exhibit. 
This is the room where they run the film for the Omnimax movies, like 'Flight Yada Yada' and 'Boogers: Close-Up.' I wish I was lying, but that's what they called it. 


What? I'm not kidding. Google it if you don't believe me!