so this just happens to be one of my fave times of year in nyc! how can that be, you confusedly ask? the weather sucks big time (we're at the butt end of winter and no one is playing mariah carey's "all i want for xmas" anymore), valentines day is prob the stupidest holiday ever created (a day to show someone you love that you actually love them? c'mon), and unfortunately people wear more plaid than ever (i think the fashionably challenged assume that plaid is warm bc they continually confuse plaid for flannel, even though one is a print and the other a fabric). but there is a silver lining to the feb blues my lovies....and it comes in the form of white tents and stick figures....yes, you've guessed it, i'm referring to fashion week!
i have to admit that i was a tad worried this year about what would come down the runways for fall 2009. we are in the midst of a recession and people really can't handle (or afford) all that jazz that comes with fashion week. and seeing that some [great] designers sent drab plaid down their spring runways, i was panic-stricken that we'd just get more of the same uninteresting, humdrum trend (and no, just bc you call it "tartan chic" doesn't make it chic at all). but after perusing the looks of some of my fave designers, i happily concede that i was wrong!
marc jacobs, dvf, thakoon, derek lam, carolina herrera and the like all stepped up their game and gave a big F-U to the recession. and to my glee, fluorescent colors, bold prints, creative textures, and lady-like shapes adorned the waif-like figures on the catwalks.
unfortunately, i did still catch a glimpse of plaidness at marc by marc jacobs, but i wasn't completely saddened by it. the brightly hued red and black checks actually popped against solid gray blazers and wool pants....this plaid was actually done well (i can't bring myself to say done "right", but give me a break, i'm making an effort here). bravo marc, i almost forgive you for those horrible shirts you sent down your spring 09 runway!
lyrics of Pussycat Dolls "Top of the world"
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
"if you liked it then you should've put a ring it...oh oh oh...oh oh ohhh" *
no fellow anti-plaids, i haven't already abandoned you...i was just a little busy with the long holiday weekend and didn't have a min to sit and write....but i'm baaaaack!
first things first, did anyone watch the bachelor last night? jason's three sleepover dates with jill, mol, and mel (yes, those are their actual names) in new zealand made me throw up a little bit in my own mouth. i mean the general premise of finding the one out of a group of girls that someone has cast for you (some who clearly have a few screws loose), all while abc scripts drama for entertainment purposes and cameras follow your every move is a bit asinine to me (yet i still watch like...it's like a car wreck, i can't help it)...but the fact that this guy actually hands each girl an invitation to spend the night with him in the "fantasy suite" is extra gag-worthy. abc has officially given the phrase "travel down under" a whole new meaning. what's even more disturbing is that he sent home jill, the only girl that was actually a good match for him. the two were so cute on their helicopter date that i actually didn't mind they were matching in sad plaid (they were in the outback...that's a free pass to wear plaid...i think)...
i don't care what they say, neither of the two 24yr olds left are ready to settle down and become an insta-wife and mother. thus jason will probably end up alone, like almost every other bachelor/bachelorette that came after trista and ryan....maybe someone should tell abc that their formula doesn't work...
my script: jason will dump both girls at the end of the show and ask jillian to come back and propose! wishful thinking? maybe...but it would make the finale more interesting than the usual...
*lyrics to Beyonce's "Single Ladies"
first things first, did anyone watch the bachelor last night? jason's three sleepover dates with jill, mol, and mel (yes, those are their actual names) in new zealand made me throw up a little bit in my own mouth. i mean the general premise of finding the one out of a group of girls that someone has cast for you (some who clearly have a few screws loose), all while abc scripts drama for entertainment purposes and cameras follow your every move is a bit asinine to me (yet i still watch like...it's like a car wreck, i can't help it)...but the fact that this guy actually hands each girl an invitation to spend the night with him in the "fantasy suite" is extra gag-worthy. abc has officially given the phrase "travel down under" a whole new meaning. what's even more disturbing is that he sent home jill, the only girl that was actually a good match for him. the two were so cute on their helicopter date that i actually didn't mind they were matching in sad plaid (they were in the outback...that's a free pass to wear plaid...i think)...
i don't care what they say, neither of the two 24yr olds left are ready to settle down and become an insta-wife and mother. thus jason will probably end up alone, like almost every other bachelor/bachelorette that came after trista and ryan....maybe someone should tell abc that their formula doesn't work...
my script: jason will dump both girls at the end of the show and ask jillian to come back and propose! wishful thinking? maybe...but it would make the finale more interesting than the usual...
*lyrics to Beyonce's "Single Ladies"
Thursday, February 12, 2009
disturbia...
so ever since it was announced at the grammy's pre-show that both chris brown and rihanna would not be in attendance that evening due to an altercation that took place the night before, we were all wondering WTF was going on. since then, i've been fixated on the story, obsessively following updates, hoping that maybe we've all been punked or something (where's ashton when you need him?). i mean, i guess it's just a tad shocking because chris brown has such a squeaky clean image and the pair have always looked so lovey dovey together. everyone really thought they were such a cute couple...the perfect counterparts for each other.
but i guess that's neither her nor there at this point. what's really starting to irk me though is all the media attention around brown's career being in jeopardy if the allegations prove to be true. SERIOUSLY PEOPLE?? that's what we're worried about?? i mean if the story is i
n fact true and he actually physically attacked his gf, don't we think he has bigger issues than his career tanking?
but i guess that's neither her nor there at this point. what's really starting to irk me though is all the media attention around brown's career being in jeopardy if the allegations prove to be true. SERIOUSLY PEOPLE?? that's what we're worried about?? i mean if the story is i
n fact true and he actually physically attacked his gf, don't we think he has bigger issues than his career tanking?WHATEVS....we all should've known chris brown wasn't a man of sound mind after this picture was snapped-->
i mean not only is it plaid, it's short-sleeved plaid. NO.
rihanna, you deserve better....
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
"i've seen it, i've seen it before. i've seen it, i've seen it before" *
headless mannequins or a day out in nyc? c'mon, you know which one you are....
*lyrics of Kanye West's "Welcome to Heartbreak"
"i party like a rockstar, look like a movie star, play like an allstar..." *
....dress like a farmstar.
ok ok, i know there's no such thing as a "farmstar" (and pitbull would be horrified if he saw this. he actually ends it with "f*** like a pornstar", which is way more exciting than my lyric), but you get where i'm going here. you see, i've lived in new york city for many years and truly believe it's the most amazing city in the world. it's a city for the dreamers and the do-ers, for the brilliant and the ballers, for the aspiring and the inspiring, and of course for the dapper and the dashing. style is the one thing nyc has never been short of....
[enter plaid shirt]
...until now.
i wasn't aware, but apparently cities can now have mascots and nyc got stuck with the most dreadful one -- THE PLAID SHIRT. and much to my chagrin, no matter where i go people are unfortunately showing their spirit. seriously, i'm not even exaggerating...guys, gals, uptown, downtown, scenesters and trendies alike.....all clad in plaid! what began as a sloppy, boring trend has now broken out into a full out viral infection...and it's still contagious. WTF?
ok people, i realize we're in times of recession and i know money is tight....i sympathize with all bottle poppin' girls, daba girls, and their fbf's going through hard times (see the hilarious dabagirls.wordpress.com), and i understand that we all have to cut back on certain aspects of our lives to continue to survive in this city. but does that mean we should all walk around in an ill-fitted holiday table cloth pretending we're mary kate olsen circa spring 2008 (or even worse, jessica simpson circa dukes of hazzard)? does it mean we give up on everything our fashion forefathers fought for to make this city one of the fashion capitals of the world? NO.
we have to refuse to give in or to give up. not to sound pretentious (well just a little), but we're just too fab of a city for the plaid. so please, i beg you to spread the word....notify your family, friends, coworkers, doormen, manicurists and pets. let's put an end to this dreary disease....let's stop the plaidness and give nyc it's style identity back.....
*lyrics of Pitbull's "Go Girl"
ok ok, i know there's no such thing as a "farmstar" (and pitbull would be horrified if he saw this. he actually ends it with "f*** like a pornstar", which is way more exciting than my lyric), but you get where i'm going here. you see, i've lived in new york city for many years and truly believe it's the most amazing city in the world. it's a city for the dreamers and the do-ers, for the brilliant and the ballers, for the aspiring and the inspiring, and of course for the dapper and the dashing. style is the one thing nyc has never been short of....
[enter plaid shirt]
...until now.
i wasn't aware, but apparently cities can now have mascots and nyc got stuck with the most dreadful one -- THE PLAID SHIRT. and much to my chagrin, no matter where i go people are unfortunately showing their spirit. seriously, i'm not even exaggerating...guys, gals, uptown, downtown, scenesters and trendies alike.....all clad in plaid! what began as a sloppy, boring trend has now broken out into a full out viral infection...and it's still contagious. WTF?
ok people, i realize we're in times of recession and i know money is tight....i sympathize with all bottle poppin' girls, daba girls, and their fbf's going through hard times (see the hilarious dabagirls.wordpress.com), and i understand that we all have to cut back on certain aspects of our lives to continue to survive in this city. but does that mean we should all walk around in an ill-fitted holiday table cloth pretending we're mary kate olsen circa spring 2008 (or even worse, jessica simpson circa dukes of hazzard)? does it mean we give up on everything our fashion forefathers fought for to make this city one of the fashion capitals of the world? NO.
we have to refuse to give in or to give up. not to sound pretentious (well just a little), but we're just too fab of a city for the plaid. so please, i beg you to spread the word....notify your family, friends, coworkers, doormen, manicurists and pets. let's put an end to this dreary disease....let's stop the plaidness and give nyc it's style identity back.....
*lyrics of Pitbull's "Go Girl"
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