Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Trying not to freak out about the swine flu. I find it helps to call it the piggie flu. An "i" and an "e" always makes things less menacing, more adorable, no?
Also helped that Silver Haired Fox sent me this picture and inquired if I am packing my Marc Jacobs mask for Mexico.
Clearly he doesn't think it's too soon to laugh :)
Then Jean Bean - completely independently - suggested I channel the Louis Vuitton nurses for the wedding.
Outstanding sartorial reference. Wouldn't expect anything less from a real life Conde Nast editor.
Take a gander at what she was sporting today to beat the heat in NYC. Please note the faux Diorette ring that I scored for her and the MJ pumps she bought with me. GORG! Just a little attachment she sent in an email today. But it helped me get through the day. Made me feel better. Less prone to illness and such.
Forever 21 tunic
BCBG high waisted skirt
Henri Bendel headband
Manolo Blahnik heels
Had a dream last night about Ed Westick that would make your hair curl. Yum. Unfortunately, I think it made my fro even bigger this morning. BOOOO!
Forced to build the outfit around the headband again.
Very Blair circa last week's episode, no?
Cannot get this Leighton in Chloe look out of my head.
So much so that I snapped up this BCBG skirt on sale Sunday. IN LOVE WITH IT!!! Will go with everything in my closet and work equally well in spring as in fall. Score of the century - applause please!
Loved all the neutrals working together today. Felt like one of the pretty party people at the Chloe party last week. Loads of glorious high-waisted action there.
I actually much prefer my $40 skirt over the $995 Chloe version.
Think the cut of mine is infinitely more flattering.
If money were no object I would love to get a pair of paper bag waist pants and shorts too.
But it is so I won't ;(
Thankfully I have an eye for approximating runway looks on a shoestring budget.
In fact, look closely at today's like vintage jacket. It has similar little scalloped edging as the Chloe spring 2009 looks.
Ugh. Seriously someone has to pluck me from obscurity. Pay me or study me or something me. Shit.