Oh, what I wouldn't give to have been in Paris during Fashion Week, cavorting with Carine & Co. while swigging champagne at some seedy Parisian dance club in Le Marais. Maybe I would've had a chance to ask Kanye what was up with his girl Amber Rose
So, I'm browsing through my RSS feeds and see a post from The Cut about the Michael Jackson wardrobe auction. Like most children of the '80's, I was a huge MJ fan and had the albums, posters, and accessories (I'm telling you, I would rock the f*&% out of that pendant necklace if I still had it) to prove it. I click the link to the auction catalogue just to check it out and
Sweater, Urchin; cropped trousers, Forever21; shoes, scarf, necklace, vintage. Every now and then, I'm gripped by a strange urge to wear bright, happy colors. But only every now and then. Only in small quantities. And always tempered with black. Do you wear bright colors? Or are you like me, caught in a maze of mostly blacks and grays?
Ah, Milano. Voglio venire e mangiare tutto il cibo! Alas, I will have to get my fill of eye-talian food and fashion via the interwebz like a good little midwestern fashionista. On the bright side, at least I haven't had to deal with the jetlag that comes with traveling to New York and London! Aside: Was it just me or was there a LOT of fur on the runways this season? I know it's for Fall/Winter,