Recommendations:

Movies:
Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore
Almost Famous
Bananas
Bicycle Thieves
Blazing Saddles
Breathless
Clockwork Orange
Contempt
Darjeeling Limited
East of Eden
The 400 Blows
Grey Gardens
Lolita
Midnight Cowboy
Network
North by Northwest
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
Pierrot le Fou
Requiem for a Dream
Royal Tennenbaums
Rushmore
Sleeper
Sunset Boulevard
Thank You for Smoking
The Third Man
The Virgin Suicides
Young Frankenstein

Television

Arrested Development

Mad Men

the News

Books:
Lucky Jim by Kingsley Amis
The 39 Steps by John Buchan
Junky by William S Burroughs
The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
Less than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis
Tender is the NIght by F Scott Fitzgerald
The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell
The Real Trial of Oscar Wilde by Merlin Holland
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
The Painted Bird by Jerzy Kosinski
The Best Little Girl in the World by Steven Levenkron
Bright Lights Big City by Jay McInerney
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
Animal Farm by George Orwell
The Apprenticeship of Dundy Kravitz by Mordecai Richler
Skinny Legs and All by Tom RObbins
Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins
Barrel Fever by David Sedaris
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris
Holidays on Ice by David Sedaris
Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
Naked by David Sedaris
The Adventures of Huckelberry Finn by Mark Twain
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton
White Teeth by Zadie Smith
Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates

Dress

This is the dress I'm working on, it's only about a quarter completed and it was inspired by AMC's Mad Men:

The Truly Great by Stephen Spender

I think continually of those who were truly great.

Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history

Through corridors of light where the hours are suns,

Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition

Was that their lips, still untouched with fire,

Should tell of the Spirit, clothed from the head to foot in song.

And who hoarded from the Spring branches

The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.

What is precious, is never to forget

The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs

Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.

Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light

Nor its grave evening demand for love.

Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother

With noise and fog, the flowering of the Spirit.

Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields,

See how these names are fêted by the waving grass

And by the streamers of white cloud

And whispers of wind in the listening sky.

The names of those who in their lives fought for life,

Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre.

Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun

And left the vivid air signed with their honour. 

i love love love this poem.

Feather Headbands

I'm obsessed with these right now...

Grey Gardens

Brilliant

hilarious and discouraging all in one

I awoke to find two bananas exactly like this. Let's just say it was a bit of a downer to eat a breakfast that looks like it hung itself.

Epically Brilliant

^ This was hilarious! Especially the whole bit about 'The Reader'. Hugh Jackman is very talented, and blew away my expectations for him as a host. It's the best thing I've seen on TV in a long time.