Life aint so bad at all…
This year I jumped on the bandwagon and dressed up as Michael Jackson
This year I jumped on the bandwagon and dressed up as Michael Jackson
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
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,
Between the cold/warm/completely unpredictable weather and a long string of 14-hour work days, I'm starting to feel like it's time for a break. What does it mean when you start plotting devious ways to break into the CDC in order to contract the Ebola virus just so you have an excuse to stay home and get some rest? It means you need a vacation, that's what. Unfortunately, that probably won't happen anytime soon, so I just
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