i discovered zooey deschanel the singer (as opposed to zooey deschanel that quirky character actress with the disarmingly sardonic voice) whilst cruising the tags on indie exchange (hands down, i should note, the absolute BEST way to get free tunes: livejournal registration required).

unlike other famous people-turned-"musicians" who open their mouth and make you hope for nuclear warfare before you're subjected to their songs again (see: heidi montag), zooey's voice is actually very pleasing and blues-y (hey, i never claimed to be a music reviewer). plus, her photo shoots are killer -- like this one from jane (r.i.p.), every shot of which got ripped from the magazine and pasted into my scrapbook -- which guarantees an awesome insert.

her full album with m. ward is coming out soon, and as new york predicts, she might just become the world's first competent singing actor. i might even consider shelling out for the album...

on a completely unrelated note: mercedes-benz fashion week is upon us, and the conde nasties are out in full force: there was no end in sight to the salad line in cafe duke, and i've never seen so many jeans-tucked-into-boots/french-beret combos in all my life.