Tagged...

Game Rules:
Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to then report this on their own blog with their 7 things as well as these rules. They then need to tag 7 others and list their names on their blog. They are also asked to leave a comment for each of the tagged, letting them know they have been tagged and to read the blog.

Southernshopaholic (a darling girl) has tagged me. Don't be mistaken- I am not doing this because I believe in the whole "tagging" thing, I'm doing this because I love talking about myself. I kid, I kid.

1. I dream about wearing Balenciaga's gold leggings. Not as a gimmick or as a novelty. And by "wear", I do not mean just putting them on my legs (a feat in and of itself), but embody. Do you get what I mean? No? Let's just say I'd want to wear them with the same elegance and panache that Nan Kempner wore Mainbocher couture.



2. I do not have magazine collages on my bedroom wall. In 8th grade, I nearly papered my bedroom with magazine images. But I later learned from a very wise mentor that, no matter how much I wanted to take up those magazine pages, with glossy hair and painted lips, having Kate Moss or Sasha Pivarova (or whichever model/celebrity in vogue) on my walls will not make me more like them. (Insert long spiel about individuality and "being yourself" here.) I will defend my admiration for certain models or icons with zeal, but that doesn't mean I need to bombard my life with images of them. So now my magazine collages are on my closet walls, right behind my coats. I like to think that they ("they" being the icons mentioned before) would prefer being in there, as opposed to so, how do you put it, "shamefully exposed," on my bedroom wall.



3. I babysit. And I LIKE it. There's some things about high school that will always be classic and heartwarming. Except when the kid wants me to watch "Daddy Day Care" (if I have to see Eddie Murphy's cracked out smile EVER again...) with him for the umpteenth time, I usually enjoy supervising other people's children for money.



4. I do not have a great passion for any particular designer. I do not obsess about the runway or couture (and now, cruise, and whatnot) collections. Neither am I all about "street style" and "high-low mixing." When I get dressed in the morning, I do not always look inspired. But I love all my clothing equally (except for you, beautiful black velvet military jacket, I love you the most).

5. This one will be left for a BORING list of favorites. (But I just couldn't write this list without it.) I don't like the word "favorite." It's way too "list as many things about yourself as you can in 5 minutes, and I'm going to judge your merit as a human being." How can one explain her love for violent movies in one listing? Therefore: my "most preferred" book- The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. House of Leaves by Mark Danielewski comes in a close second. "Most preferred" movie- Kill Bill, both volumes. Uma Thurman wielding a samurai sword makes for a very good film. That's all I feel like writing (typing) down. Make of it what you will.

6. I think guidos/guidettes (my terminology here is questionable) are some of the most hilarious people ever. They never fail to brighten up my day with a little more self respect:



7. It bothers me every time Alber Elbaz of Lanvin talks about how he loves creating beautiful clothes for women because he believes himself to be so unattractive: "Usually, I spend my day perfecting a dress rather than perfecting myself. Thank God I don't have to look like a model to promote my work, because that would be a catastrophe. Nobody would buy anything!"

And while it is admirable that he would rather design to promote female beauty and whatnot than be "on a diet of leaves and go to the gym 17 times a week," I just always get that sense of self depreciation every time I read an interview with him.

I tag: Whoever reads this and wants to talk about themselves. Go ahead, it's fun! Just be honest and don't spew pretentious bullshit.

Photos: style.com, b-muse.com, clubplanet.com, and nobodycaresaboutphotocredits.com
Elbaz quotes: www.guardian.co.uk

Have you been crying every night...

Because I haven't updated? Sorry to all 2 of you that care, but I've been very busy with:

1. Finals (Latin, Math, and Chemistry. The Latin/Virgil is a killer)
2. Getting ready for next year by reading books with lots of big words, buying stacks of AP and SAT books, bribing my teachers, etc.
3. Finishing my term paper. Seven page paper in two weeks. And by two weeks I mean I wrote it the night before while frantically reading articles off of JSTOR.
4. Getting ready for my impending summer internship at MoMA. Excitement, but sad that I won't be able to wake up at noon every day.
5. Lots of talking with my counselor about colleges.
6. Shopping. I'll admit it.

Here's a (somewhat) vintage present for you guys: Steven Meisel for Italian Vogue, February 1997. Play name the model.



Source: http://community.livejournal.com/foto_decadent

Lindsay Lohan for Jill Stuart

I don't understand this. Is this reverse advertising? These Lindsay Lohan for Jill Stuart ads, instead of making me want to buy the clothes, make me want to scrub myself furiously in order to not catch the slutty/tacky disease that seems to be making the rounds nowadays. Not to mention that they are a shameless imitation of Kate Moss for Longchamp (as duly noted by Fashionista):



Perhaps they were thinking about that rumor a long while back, when Kate and Lohan reportedly danced on a stripper pole together? And it's not even that Jill Stuart ads are atrocious in general (see below). Maybe this was a mistake. They meant to hire Natalie Portman, but mistakenly sent the message to Lohan, and when she showed up at the photoshoot naked, they had no choice but to work with it.

Nomenus Quarterly

"Nomeus Quarterly is a journal on art in its relation to the personal and present, with particular focus on the interconnectedness between the fine-arts, photography, fashion, and sound." There are only 5,000 copies of each issue, and it is only available at museums or fine art bookstores. The first issue is out now, with editor-in-chief Erik Madigan Heck. Searching "Nomenus Quarterly" (in quotes) in Google only brings up about 74 hits. If you can't make it to MoMA to get a copy, explore it at: www.nomenusquarterly.com

I don't need to explain with words why I think Nomenus Quarterly is clearly one of the best magazines out there now. The pictures speak for themselves:

Ray Ban Wayfarers

I used to think these looked cool (and secretly still do), but the slew of celebrities wearing them lately are a huge turn off.

Note (Can you guess what order I put them in?):

Kate Bosworth
- I couldn't find a picture, but I am 100% sure she wears them. It's too hard to have to search through countless celebrity blogs. I'm semi-addicted but it makes me want to vomit at the same time.

Ashley Olsen


Kirsten Dunst and Johny Borell


Mischa Barton


Zac Efron with Vanessa Hudgens (if you don't know who they are, they're v. popular with the tween crowd of Disney pushers)


Lindsay Lohan in NYC

The Met Gala: The Good, The Bad, and The ATROCIOUS

The good:


Kate Bosworth in Prada

Girls, please take notes. When you go to the most boring and predictable social event of the year, at least have the courtesy to look like you spent at least 30 minutes getting ready. I must say Bosworth rocked it.


Henry Holland with Agyness Deyn, both in Burberry

Can you even imagine posing with these two, with Caroline Trentini in the background?


Philip Lim with Irina Lazareanu, both in Philip Lim

Irina looks fierce, but Lim looks haggard. I guess you can't have it all.

The bad:


Jennifer Hudson in Michael Kors


Scarlett Johansson (with Stella McCartney) in $2 K-mart fishnet tights... sexy.

The atrocious:

Jessica Simpson in Roberto Cavalli

"What do you mean you don't find squat troll dolls attractive?!"

I'm not even going to say anything:


Sasha Pivovarova in Emanuel Ungaro

P.S.- A huge bunch of models at this year's Met Gala. Whoopdee doo.

Back in Black

My computer has started working again, and by working I mean I have to jiggle the charging thing about 20 times a minute to get it to charge properly.

Good news is spring is actually finally here- none of that half assed "I think it's going to be warm but then its raining and now it's sleeting and now it's just gray" bullshit the weather played these last couple of weeks.

Things to look forward to:
- Poiret: King of fashion exhibit at the Met- although I despise visiting the Met, I will be making the trek for this exhibit we all know I need the exercise). It goes up May 9.

I'm not ashamed to say that I was never really familiar with Poiret. I just didn't take the time to find out more about him. Did you know that he never knew how to sew? Observe: "Working the fabric directly onto the body, Poiret helped to pioneer a radical approach to dressmaking that relied more on the skills of drapery than on those of tailoring."

That basically means his dresses were crudely made and probably fell apart after a few wears. But nonetheless, still beautiful:


- Kate Moss's topshop line landing at Barney's Co-Op.
Every time I hear Co-Op, I think coup. But I digress. Yes, her line has been sickeningly overhyped. But that won't stop me from getting down there to try on stuff. I probably won't buy much (everyone else will be wearing the same thing, no doubt), but will try tons of shit on. Because lollygagging in dressing rooms is what I do.

No posts lately... sorry. iBook broken. Last 11% of battery left before computer crashes... must finish paper!

Note to self:
Set aside about $70,000 so you can buy everything you want on net-a-porter.com...
Do not visit the site before you accumulate said amount, since such a visit will cause you to nearly cry at the sight of so many beautiful dresses, coats, tops, bags, and shoes at once.

When you do accumulate said amount, please remember to pick up the following basics:

Mulberry Bayswater bag- to be used for school... the price for such satisfaction? $995


Marc by Marc cropped jacket... $298


Miu Miu cropped satin jacket... $1,050


Olivia Morris Coco shoe boots... $690


Chloe paddington leather boots... $985 (a girl's gotta have basics)


Marc Jacobs tiered gauze dress... $2500


TOTAL: $6,518

Hey, the price for basic satisfaction is not too steep... well, it doesn't seem too steep since I gave myself a limit of $70,000... always give yourself a ridiculously high limit so everything you buy seems paltry and almost like a bargain in comparison. ($2000 for a dress?! Why, that's nothing compared to $4,000,000 for that mansion... and it's definitely worth it. Who needs a place to live when you can have a Balenciaga coat, anyhow?)

Somewhere, Tommy Hilfiger is tearing up...

Drew and Nick Lachey "model" (I use that term lightly) Tommy Hilfiger at Dance to Erase MS. If I were Hilfiger, I'd just be so proud of my magnanimous talent right about now.