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
Do you ever feel like it's easier to get dressed up than it is to go casual? Sometimes I have a hard time on the weekends because 70% of my wardrobe is work clothing. Sweatsuits are about as casual as it gets, and I have exactly two pair--they were Christmas gifts. I refuse to wear them outside of the house. As I am vehemently opposed to sweats of the hot-pink-velour-with-rhinestones-across-the-arse variety, I hadn't given much thought
Two Fashion Weeks down, two to go! London was, as usual, the wild card of the group, with a number of up-and-comers fresh out of Central Saint Martins showing their designs on the runways. Tales of fabulous parties in hole-in-the-wall pubs filled with drunken, dancing (Br)it-girls make me want to say things like "What's all this, then?" in a (really bad) faux-British accent! Let's get this party started: Houndstooth and checks and tweeds, oh my! Traditional English gear mixed with modern
The first of the Fashion Week(s) is drawing to a close, and as promised, I'll review some of my favorite looks from the New York collections. A few things are patently obvious: 1. I definitely need to keep hitting the gym 2. I am in desperate* need** of some leather *not at all **cannot foresee any occasion in which it would be appropriate to wear Just goes to show that no matter what you're wearing, a fabulous furry/sparkly/animal print/looped yarn(?)