Marimekko meets Chanel

The Scene

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?


The Outfit
H&M top
Robert Rodriguez pants
BCBG leather jacket

The Accessories
Raybans
Chanel bag, earrings and shoes
Forever 21 bracelet

The Grade
B

The Commentary


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!

Am also entranced with cutouts at the moment.

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?

Though my cage heels would've probably been more appropos since she was on her way to the Chanel show.




Hate to say it but the Chanel Fall 2009 collection was underwhelming.

Loads and loads of Chanel's signature georgette blouse. Yawn.

Some Balmain-esque shoulders

Dangerously low necklines

A few sequins













A crazy I don't know what. Print looks like my Marimekko blouse today, no?

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

This was probably my fave look. Sticky sweet.












Interestingly alot of fur

Hearing it is really cold in Paris. From Fashion Toast. That lucky girl.

But my most coveted accessory? That little Chanel gift bag :)

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.