DANIELS are Daniel and Daniel. One is from Massachusetts, the other is from Alabama, but they both live and work in Los Angeles. Together DANIELS direct, animate, shoot, edit, and sometimes act in groundbreaking music videos for the likes of New York's The Hundred in the Hands and Reykjavik's FM Belfast. Their narratives are full of fine young things of the Williamsburg variety frolicking hazed and haphazard through darkened streets, claustrophobic dance parties, and within the seemingly private confines of their bedrooms. Hypnotic, creepy, and often explosively beautiful, DANIELS are two dudes who are double-handedly making music videos matter again.

Must have these beauties from Tatty Devine's new collection!

It's time to stop what you're doing and dive headfirst into the jittery New Mexico wonderland that is Breaking Bad. If last night's multiple (and consecutive) acting Emmy wins haven't swayed you, then please let me. THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST SHOWS ON TELEVISION. Also, it's in between seasons, so you have plenty of time to catch up and enjoy the truly spectacular serio-comic Odd-Couple-on-crack stylings of Bryan Cranston and Aaron Paul (the Emmy winners of which I speak). Not to mention sweeping desert landscapes, neon pink teddy bears, bumbling gangsters wannabes, skull-toed bald-mute twins, yellow puffy spacesuits, pizzas on roofs, the best coffee filtration system you've ever seen, and some of the most daring acting and writing on the ol' tube today.

Here's a snippet of one of my favorite moments of the show. You've added it to your Netflix queue by now right?

I've been waiting six long years for this.

Over and over and over again I listen to Wild Nothing's Gemini. Every time I switch to something else for fear that I'll wear out these dreamy sidewinding lullabies, I end up switching right back because I simply can't get enough. I need to hear it again. I'm a Gemini myself, and I get bored easily, but I can honestly say that this is one album I don't think I'll tire of anytime soon.

Hot Karl! I will take absolutely everything from the Parisian accessory house of Yazbukey. If I have to narrow it down, though, here are a few of my choices...

Or don't. Because you're awesome. Teamo's Vincent Gallo t-shirt is for sale at Bona Drag.

I used to have an imaginary hillbilly rock band with my friend Jeff named GINGHAM. We never learned how to play instruments so we took the name and slapped it onto our theatre company. The Gingham Theatre Company has only produced one play at this juncture (which was pretty well received at the New York Fringe Festival awhile back), but we're currently using our hiatus to lubricate the creative muse so to speak. Thus, I'd like to invoke these gingham accessories from Tatty Devine to magically fly across the pond and land upon our persons. We need the inspiration.

The P.E. Hewitt Jazz Ensemble is not just late 60s jazz, it's AMAZING late 60s jazz. Young P.E. Hewitt recorded his first album, Jawbones, at the age of 16. It had a limited run of 50, and by the age of 20, he'd subsequently made two more albums each with a run of 100. These albums--though exceptional--became lost relics of the jazz fusion era. We're talking 24 timeless tracks that evoke late October walks through Central Park, cap on head, cigarette dangling off a bottom lip. Coffee time jazz and old typewriters, thick black-rimmed glasses and skinny ties. This is feathered fedora jazz and listening to it makes you cooler.

Thanks to Now-Again Records, this fantastic 3-CD collection is available again complete with display-worthy cover art. Take a look and a listen. Better yet, get in the autumnal spirit and add it to your collection.

I know. I'm freaking out, too. If you haven't seen Pedro Almodovar's crazytown awesome 1988 film Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown, please put it in your Netflix queue now. The Broadway musical version is set to open on November 4, 2010, with previews starting October 2nd at the Belasco Theatre. Starring Patti Lupone, Brian Stokes Mitchell, and Sherie Rene Scott, I'm going to go ahead and declare this the show of the season. Or at least the one I'm willing to shell out the hundred smack'ems to see. Please, please let it stand up to the original...

At a faraway Japanese candyland lawn party, Pizzicato Five giggles over green tea and pink cake with the girls from Cibo Matto. Cornelius and Mellow, in their best pastel pinstriped suits, play a wicked game of croquet with the always dapper Fantastic Plastic Machine. In the background, sipping too many gin n' lychee juices, is a dude named HALFBY, or Takahiro Takahashi as he's known down the bicycle backstreets of Kyoto. Not content with the summertime tinklings and laid-back oohs and aahs elicited from his chilled out companions, HALFBY decides it's time to kick it up. "It's time to bedazzle this BBQ, fire up the bongoes, sugar the shisito peppers, and get these sake-soaked prawns dancing atop the grill!" HALFBY, you see, never forgets to bring the party.