Zach Parise, fashion model: Wild star shows off Olympic uniform
I’m sorry, but this picture makes Zach look like a mannequin at Herberger’s in Rosedale.
via Pioneer Press
Vikings Greyhound Coat via grandmaks
You guys…it’s a Greyhound wearing a Vikings coat.
Unhappy Minnesota Etsy Models
When people are forced to be Etsy models, and don’t look happy about it.
Of course, here are the links if you wish to buy any of the pieces shown…
Pic 1 here
Pic 2 here
Pic 3 here
Pic 4 here
Pic 5 here
Pic 6 here
Pic 7 here
(all items ship from, or are tagged “Minnesota” on Etsy)
Mark E. Jensen, Untitled [man on street], c. 1970 by Minneapolis Institute of Arts
Twin City Auto Show and Market Week Style Revue (1925) via Minnesota Historical Society
James Gretsch of Blaine won $1,000 playing Emerald Green Slingo
Just wanted to remind you guys that the Minnesota State Lottery has a flickr account and it is pretty awesome.
My point is, as Minnesotans we tend not to dress up for our big “Lottery Winner” photo opportunity.
I spy with my little eye…
I am the last person who should be pointing out misspellings, but I gotta tell you folks at Glitz in MOA that “Pagent” is spelled Pageant.
Thank you, I now have a nice warm feeling of superiority and smugness.
Oh my, they have this on a t-shirt at 612 Clothing. Daddy want.
As if it wasn’t hard enough being the perpetual Jan Brady to Minneapolis’ Marcia (Cindy is, like, Brainerd), now residents have to deal with a national magazine calling St. Paul the 24th worst dressed city in America. To make matters worse, the writer even includes a shout-out to Minneapolis at the end of the description, choosing to call it “younger,” “hipper,” and “boutique-strewn.” It’s like pouring salt in an already festering, highly self-conscious wound that is badly dressed in last season’s gauze.
24. Saint Paul, MN
For the most part, Saint Paul takes after its namesake: an old, conservative white dude who doesn’t care much for earthly fashions. Consider the haircut on one of its most famous denizens, F. Scott Fitzgerald. It’s the kind of place where a Super Kmart doesn’t seem like a superfluous eyesore, it’s a gosh darn convenient place to purchase appliances, groceries, and yes—clothes—in one big time-saving trip. Meaning there’s more hours in the day to watch Matlock or mow the lawn in a giveaway tee and Zubaz. Fortunately, for the few fashion-minded citizens of St. Paul, the much younger, hipper, boutique-strewn Minneapolis is just a bridge away.—Lauren Bans