Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Forever 21 Doesn't Suck, Miu Miu Swallows

One of the most annoying things about me: I tend to obsess. 

I obsess about doing a good job at work.  Being the best daughter and friend. Being the most interesting blogger, party guest and well, woman in the world  ;) 

I obsess about not being accomplished enough.  Or fit enough. Or funny enough. 

I obsess about the hurtful things people say or the magical things they do. 
I obsess about the nature of my soul and making weekend plans.

I obsess about the lines on my forehead, the next meal I'm going to eat, how moving a person's story can be.

But most of all I obsess about fashion.  The flirty cut of a dress.  The architectural curve of a heel.  The quirky shape of a purse. The ingeniuous design of a piece of jewelry.

Images run through my head constantly, obsessively.  It's like a sickness.  I'm like a fashion Rainman - pretty sure I have a kind of photographic memory when it comes to looks that speak to me.

On an endless loop in my head the last few months: Miu Miu's Spring 2010 Swallow print.  Ugh. So romantic and Hitchcockian - pretty with a threatening edge.

Like it so much that if I could put a ring on those damn birds, I would.

So last weekend when I saw this drapey, breezy navy blue tank at Forever 21, I snatched it right up. Doesn't matter that the birds are more American Eagle eagles than Miu Miu swallows.  Sometimes just the reference is all I need.  It satiates my pallette and quells the obsessing.  Especially when the cost is under $20.  Couldn't get one Miu Miu swallow for that much less a whole flock ;)  

Do I still want a pair of Miu Miu Swallow Mary Janes?  DUH.  Sure.  What fashion nut wouldn't?

But for now my vagina sandals will have to do.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

What to Buy at Bal Harbour (If Money Is No Object)

In addition to lounging by the pool and frolicking on the white sand beach of our gorgeous hotel, The Fontainebleu, my mom and I took in most of the sights in Miami: Little Havana, Ocean Drive, Coral Gables, Star Island, the Deco District. Fascinating to roam around a city where Spanish flavor is everywhere and where being Latin doesn't feel like it's a class just is what it is: who you are. It felt like my childhood.  It felt like being at home in my own skin - the most at home I've ever felt in a US city.

But my absolute favorite activity in Miami: pressing our noses and grimy paws up to the windows at the Bal Harbour shops.  I've spent the last decade hearing about Latina divas shopping at Bal Harbour, the Rodeo Drive of Miami, and itching to see it for my self.

And let me tell you it did not disappoint this Latina diva.  It is like a pristine shrine to fashion, to all things beautiful and right in the world. I felt like crying there was so much yum in one place.

There were all the usual suspects: Neiman's and Saks, Prada and Pucci.

But they also had gloriously unexpected treats like a Roger Vivier store and - SWOON!- a  Lanvin store - which not even NYC or L.A. can boast.  There was NO one there the Friday morning we went and thus the salespeole were, not surprisngly, attentive to a fault.

Alas I didn't buy a thing all day.  But here are the baubles I would have bought if I was JLo or Thalia:

A red ruffle dress at Lanvin

Alaia cage heels 

A Giorgio Armani dress to match

This Theory tee

Dolce and Gabanna purse

Tom Ford Batwoman sunglasses

Balenciaga flats

Diane Von Furstenberg prints

Chanel raingear

Balmain purses

The entire Marni department

A Louis Vuitton beach bag

Fendi sandals

An Etro coat

Valentino heels

Anything Marc Jacobs

BCBG sandals

Miu Miu kitties

Looking and not being able to buy beautiful things always makes me hungry so my mom and I popped into Zodiac, the cafe at Neiman Marcus, for a little nibble.  We were so distracted by the model walking around in this exquisite gown that it took us a minute to realize that Julio Iglesias' wife and twin daughters were right next to us. 

My mom (who remember is the ULTIMATE rabid Julio fan) spent most of the meal eavesdropping and drooling in disbelief.

Like star fucker mother, like star fucker daughter ;)


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