Best part of my day:
Jean Bean sending me this Washington Post piece. It's a review of designer Rei Kawakubo's fall 2009 collection for Comme des Garcons. It's easily the most exquisite fashion criticism I've ever read. My favorite lines:
"It's reasonable to cry foul at the idea of commercializing despair. Of making the look of destitution so mass market and frothy-happy-silly that it no longer stands out.
But the power of this collection was that it didn't deny the sadness and the pain, it allowed both to coexist with beauty, which is the way it works in this city and so many others. That's not fashion; that's simply reality. "
Ugh. To be able to write like that - what a gift!! Unlike many writers, I don't read something like that and wish I'd written it. Instead, I feel inspired, lucky even to be on the same planet with someone who did.
Worst part of my day:
On Mondays and Wednesdays, we get free lunch at The Office. A wonderful thing in my opinion, especially when most employers are handing out pink slips not pizza. But inevitably some ingrate always complains. Ugh.
Today we had my favorite caterer. Think beautiful salads and salmon and vaguely ethnic side dishes. Light but tasty. I was atwitter with how delicious everything looked.
But one woman was making her way down the buffet line, yep, complaining. And being LOUD about it.
When she got to the beautiful plate of lentils I was heaping onto my plate, she screeched, "That looks gross! What ARE they???"
Then she looked at me with disgust. Like the disgust I felt for her. F.
I mean, who doesn't know what lentils are and makes a horribly flagrant production AT WORK about being given the option to try them FOR FREE?
Every day at The Office, in moments like these, surrounded by people I cannot relate to, a small part of my soul dies.
But hey, at least I have a job, right?
Robert Rodriguez pants
BCBG leather jacket
Chanel bag, earrings and shoes
Forever 21 bracelet
Ankle length pants today
To better show off the shoes, my pretties
Am obsessing on shoes lately. Probably started with these Rodarte heels on Sally Singer at the Hammer lecture. Bananas!
Like this belt. Meet Thumbelina. She is my latest greatest fashion blogger crush. She has an insane grown woman's wardrobe that I covet. On a daily basis. Especially her cage YSL belt.
You know I've been obsessing on the YSL cage shoes since last October.
Love seeing how real fashionistas style them during Fashion Week. How perfect is Giovanna's outfit?
Loads and loads of Chanel's signature georgette blouse. Yawn.
Dangerously low necklines
Ensembles that scream Elizabeth Bennet.
And four gorg Mr. Darcys. In "unisex" clothes mind you. Karl refuses to admit he is dabbling in menswear.
Not even the shoes with interlocking CCs were really doing it for me
The green accents felt fresh but looked, um, cheap. Sorry Kaiser. Don't kill me, Kaiser.
The best part of the collection was this tongue in cheek Chanel purse within a purse. AMAZING.
And I did like the jade accents in the jewelry better than in the shoes. Kinda ADORING the idea of a Chanel knuckle ring.
So are Karl's favorite bad Brit girls. Shown here at the Chanel after party.
You know how I adore a Chanel party.
All the usual suspects were there
Most in the requisite black and white
Hearing it is really cold in Paris. From Fashion Toast. That lucky girl.
p.s. Feast your eyes on the Coco trailer. EEEEEEE. Love that I love it yet can't understand a word of it. Proof Chanel is the international language.