We’re fortunate enough to have a fellow Association member who has a long running tradition of attending the Preakness Stakes every year at Pimlico near Baltimore and Washington DC. It’s a great weekend away: get drunk with your friends, scream at animals, and making money. Like any large event, the Preakness has a widely varied crowd from high style to low brow. We put together a pictures of few of our favorites from the Association, friends of the Association, and the crowd after the jump for you to enjoy. (Read on …)
In lieu of posting last week, we’ve been working behind the scenes to make some aesthetic updates to Big Handsome. The changes were more akin to slight upgrades than a full makeover – think getting a shirt tailored a touch and sporting some new collar stays as opposed to a brand new wardrobe. A lot of these changes are behind the scenes, but we think the aesthetic tweaks have made Big Handsome easier to read and look slightly more refined. In celebration, after the jump please find a picture of Dirty Handsome cooking bacon in the great outdoors: (Read on …)
Our sincere apologies to all the Handsome faithful out there. While we were toiling away on building other beautiful (but less Handsome) websites, you were coming to visit, hoping to find something new to make your life just a little more Handsome – a shining beacon in these dark times. Unfortunately, we were working hours that would have bought laughter to garment workers in Bangladesh and inspired mocking postcards from children working double shifts as diamond miners and child soldiers in central Africa. That saddens us, both that those things exist, and that we didn’t have a life.
Anyway – we’re back, and are aiming to have 100 posts by our one year anniversary in July. More posts to come on dapper items, party jams, and delicious food.
We’re back after a sizeable hiatus to see our family in Louisiana in honor of great religious holidays like Christmas and the Great Depression 2009. To hell with our detractors, we’re ready to make your 2009 as handsome as possible.
To kick things off, after recommending a trio of Handsome gifts we wanted to share one of the many excellent gifts received from our family and friends. I’m a handsome man, and I deserve some man snackies goddamnit. (Read on …)
Dirty Handsome recently enjoyed the annual LSU football weekend at home in Baton Rouge visiting family and Pretty Handsome (on location in New Orleans). This is the first in an ongoing series about the virtues of all things Louisiana.
Traveling to Baton Rouge Louisiana for an LSU football game is one of Dirty Handsome’s most important annual rituals. After a review of the 2008 LSU football schedule the choice was clear: return home for the LSU vs Alabama football game to participate in the fierce rivalry bourne our of over one hundred years of football and an intense, searing, infiniate hatred for Alabama football couch Nick Satan. Ugh, just typing that name out makes me want to cut off my fingers as punishment.
Excitement, loyalty, and passion for LSU football is unparalleled in the sports world. (Read on …)
We’re catching up on a few things here at Handsome HQ and finally downloaded our pictures from Halloween night at the “parade” in West Hollywood. While some folks think that Halloween is something of a singularity amongst other evenings, we Handsomely believe that it’s a lot like every other night in Los Angeles: everyone is wearing a stupid outfit that they believe is clever, everyone is out to not-so-secretly gawk at everyone else’s stupid outfit, and somehow everyone still manages to look great in that shallowish Southern California way.
A great number of people in town work in creative industries, work in “the industry” and have access to pro costumes, or are desperate to be in “the industry” and use the night to display just how much they are truly attention whores. This perfect storm of talent, resources, and vanity combines to make some very elaborate, thoughtful, and interesting costumes. Throw in alcohol, transvestites, and loud music and you have quite a party. After the jump we breakdown a few fun scenarios and include gallery for your viewing pleasure. (Read on …)
Update: Peeps lives! After a harrowing night of animal noises and activity in backyard, Peeps returned shaken and devoid of tail feathers. Per my step-mother’s text: “We feel very blessed to have her back. Life is very short. Each day is a special gift Love, mom.”
May our dear, Handsome friend Mrs. Peeps (nee Mr. Peeps) rest in peace high above in chicken heaven. FACE! After returning home from their evening walk, my father and his lovely bride found a mess of feathers and no Peeps. 30 minutes of searching later turned up nothing but a rogue raccoon sighting.
The story of Mrs. Peeps is a ridiculous one that can’t easily be committed to the likes of a blog like this. In short – (s)he was acquired on a whim, bedded down in my father’s home, and was dutifully ‘trained’ by dad’s lovely wife Pam. No matter how outlandish it was IS that there was STILL TOTALLY IS an actual chicken living in the house with them, the chicken bought BRINGS joy to many both in Baton Rouge and afar through tall tales passed over email, mobile phone pictures, and the like.
We’re incredibly sad HAPPY to see Peeps go RETURN!, particularly having not had the opportunity to meet him/her in person/chicken. Our thoughts go out to the Tremblays on Hood Ave, who are probably more sad than they’ll let on. FEELING BLESSED. Tribute SALUTE gallery after the jump: (Read on …)
After overcoming significant obstacles, we were finally loosed on vacation to celebrate friends’ upcoming marriage. Unfortunately, between overcoming the aforementioned obstacles and traveling to the East Coast we didn’t have much time to keep the world abreast of all things Handsome. To satiate your desire, we hunkered down, put on our coding hat, and have provided you with a tasteful image gallery of scenes from New York. We were there during one of the few weeks a year where NYC’s weather rivals that of Los Angeles and really enjoyed the first tastes of fall. It’s Handsome to spend a week walking the city, seeing friends, and drinking heavily – even if Wall Street destroys itself and investment banking as a practice dies while you’re there. Gallery after the jump…
Tonight heading to my UCLA Extension class in Westwood I noticed the neighborhood was abuzz. Yep, it was another movie premiere – this time the new Ben Stiller directed Tropic Thunder. In addition to the usual hordes of camera waving tourists hoping to catch a glimpse of a celebrity, there was also a group of protesters screaming across the road at the red carpet. What were they protesting? I wasn’t certain, but while I circled the premiere several times following my Irish instinct to never pay for parking ever, I put it together that the crowd was protesting the portrayal of the disabled in the film.
Whiskey tango foxtrot?! (Read on …)
Walking down from 302 stop San V and Sunset to the office the other day I passed through a West Hollywood neighborhood going through an intense crisis: a coyote had been spotted in their neighborhood. While the rest of the rich white people were behind locked doors clutching their designer handbags and designer handbag sized dogs, one person decided to be a good neighbor and warn their fellow citizens about the danger.
There were nearly 100 posters like this (click on the image to see the full poster) on every vertical surface in an otherwise quiet three block area. The best part, beyond the poster’s lack of punctuation, is the caption below the photo: This is a picture of a coyote not the one spotted. This is where the real crisis set in. (Read on …)