mini ralph? oh, how i wish.

Outfit on... Thursday? Yes, Thursday, because Friday was Harry Potter Dress Up Day. Oh yes. And I kinda really love this outfit, too.

My, I need a pedicure. Gap jean jacket, Ralph Lauren Rugby shirt, (my mother's old) Lucky Brand boyfriend jeans, old stirrup leather for belt, Prada sandals, and drugstore red lipstick.

I was channeling Ralph Lauren 2010 spring ready to wear, except my feminine twist was in the blouse annnd the shoes. For some reason, and perhaps it's because I fell in radioactive lava, (but then I would be Spiderman), but I have been so into the boyfriend jean and the denim on demim- especially if they are two different washes. It has that classic American appeal that Ralph Lauren always captures so expertly. He is an expert, after all.

SCANDAL ALERT

Just so you are aware, this is going to read a bit like a bad gossip column. I was just, well, intrigued by some articles on one of our favorite designers today. Not Karl, nor John, but Marc. It appears that his love life has fallen to shambles-- or at least that is what is portrayed in the "gatecrasher" article. But then, this was in The Daily News, which I doubt can be trusted for accuracy. Isn't it the very same newspaper that occasionally puts "Mother Spots Martians on Front Porch, Invasion is Expected" on their front page? Or was that a comic book? I can't be sure.

Back to my story.

So it is claimed that Marc's boyfriend, Lorenzo Martone, was caught snogging another man at the birthday party of Wilhelmina CEO Sean Patterson. Incidentally, a man with a girlfriend. As you can imagine, this caused a bit of a ruckus.

So when Marc won the CDFA Award on Monday night, (along with Alexander Wang {yay}) and gave his speech thanking all those who helped him along his way to greatness, Mr. Lorenzo wasn't mentioned. It only makes sense that there is a correlation between the two events, because why else wouldn't he mention the man he's been with for, what, three years?

It appears it's the doghouse for old Lorenzo, and justly so. You don't cheat on the most visionary designer of our age! It's ridiculous! The entire story has yet to be confirmed, but I enjoyed the drama just the same.

Clever Me

After watching a good three hours of Driving Miss Daisy, I returned to my usual Sunday activities, which include, but are not limited to, knitting Ravenclaw scarves, reading, and looking at all the fashion shows I haven't seen thus far on the inter -web. Oh, and I sat on my camera, so it's broken now. It was an eventful day.

It was during the fashion observing that I found something of interest. There was one model that was in every show that I looked at, and I remembered her instantly from the Alexander Wang show I saw all the way in September (which, I often reminisce over, as it is one of the two shows I've seen thus far). She's everywhere, yet I didn't know her name, which would make someone like me feel a bit stupid, because she's clearly a supermodel.

So her name's Hanne Gaby Odiele and as it turns out she's quite famous, and with shows from Marc Jacobs to commercials for Vera Wang. This leaves me feeling far more idiotic than before, but with more answers. If that makes sense.

(That's where I remember her from)

(Marc Jacobs)

(the Chanel)

Little Bow Peep

This week I found I am desperately in need of an obnoxious, oversized bow- Marc Jacobs style, please. Unfortunately all that I have is a rather small Coach headscarf. (I don't even like Coach. It's not a luxury brand to me anymore because it is so common now that it can be found in any mall in America. It has lost it's fashion appeal, but I guess it's good from a business standpoint for them now. There's just no pizzazz when you see their designs on every person on the street.) And that's all I have to say about that.

it took me twenty minutes to learn how to make a hyperlink so you better appreciate it

Whilst reading through Vogue a few weeks ago I came across this- which I am very excited about for no particular reason. Tom Ford is legend in all his Gucci and YSL legacy and lipsticks happen to be a personal favorite. He is designing a line of twelve lipsticks where everything from the colors to the casing is gorgeous. Look at the full collection which I cannot find pictures to paste on this page right here.

They come in colors ranging from Vanilla Suede to Black Orchid, with his initials imprinted on the top of each. The tubes that they come in are elegant and chic to a t. The lipstick tube (I absolutely hate using the word tube to describe these because I feel it is far too informal and that the word doesn't give the lipstick justice. However I cannot find another word for it so...) is made up of a pure white ivory and gold. It has a beautiful old fashioned feel, as it is described as heavy. I simply adore this type of design because it refuses to cave into the demand of society and become thin and light- as all the appliances and glosses are becoming. It gives a more sophisticated impression.

My favorite thing that he said in the Vogue article that isn't mentioned in the condensed one, above, was his opinion of lip glosses. He said, and I quote, "I don't like the motion. Opening a beautiful case and spinning out the bullet is a much more elegant gesture. Lip gloss is kind of the equivalent of chewing gum to me." I must agree, although you can't ignore the connivence of lip glosses.

Lipstick has the refined aura about it that makes the wearer seem, to use the most overused word in fashion, chic. It is subtle, but it dresses you up, as the gloss does the opposite. Tom said it nicely,"When I was a kid, when someone rang the doorbell, my mother would put on lipstick before getting the door. Lipstick makes you look dressed." And so it was in previous generations. I fear that our age lacks that sophistication, as we were brought up on the gloss, and that the elegance will be lost. I am determined not to allow that to happen, so tomorrow I will try to get myself some new lipstick shades, although I think they will be more of the CVS variety.

Next Time I Shall Choose More Sensible Shoes

Well, I haven't really been writing a lot, considering that I had been posting 30 per month in January, so I'm going to do that some more.

Moving right along, yesterday my family and I went up to New York (not city, sadly) to look at the Storm King Sculpture Center. It's this gigantic outside museum in the middle of nowhere that displays sculptures in the woods and fields. The land itself is almost more beautiful than the art, which for me to say that, must make it nice, as I really don't appreciate nature and such too much. Even for someone who isn't a total art fanatic, the center is beautiful.

There were so very many statues just like these, everywhere you looked. I believe that they were done by the same artist--or else they were all done by artists who loved to copy each other. Not sure which. They were lovely because they looked different from every angle.

I thought that both the lake and the boat sitting on it were spectacular. I believe the boat once was practical for some type of sport in Australia, but that might be total rubbish I made up.

Like the sarcophagus of a half-giant encased in glass to protect from the nargles or something. I just liked this one.

There was some meaning to this, I remember they stopped the tram just to say it, but I don't remember so for the time being I'm just going to say it's pretty.

I found this terribly interesting, mainly because you could sit in it.

This looks like a flamingo from one angle, and then like some type of musical note from another.

The fake Easter Island head. I amused myself by pretending to pick its nose. So mature, I know.

Chocolate CAKE!!! Muahaha! I don't imagine the concrete and metal would taste all too great though...

It looks Japanese, but alas, is not.

My mother was misbehaving.

I just liked how the random rocks were strategically placed in the little meadow between the trees. It's as elegant as rocks can be.

This was my favorite because I'm still not quite sure how it works and because I really enjoyed standing under it, feeling invincible.

The view of the mountain/hills is magnificent.

It was like a little fern forest... We used to have a fern, and her name was Ferny. Then she died. Now we don't have a fern anymore.

POSING!!! Tory Burch tunic, Aqua shorts, Oakley shades, J. Crew Bag.

My mom's Hermés sandals. Let me just say that they were not the most sensible option, as we had to walk down and up hills in the forrest and this led to DIRT GETTING ON THEM. A sin of massive proportions. There is no denying that they are beautiful, though.

I have to go and kill that fly that's buzzing around my room now, it's driving me batty.

Ms. X Reigns Again

My favorite dead woman has delivered (well, not her, but you get what I mean) a second load of her possessions to the Bring N' Buy -- this time in handbags. To say that I am bursting with joy is not at all an exaggeration, but my love for the handbags is bittersweet. They are destined to go home with happy customers with a large wallet- not myself. It is a sobering fact that I must begin to come to terms with, as it's not very mature to grip a Zac Posen and refuse to let go. My mother had to scream at me several times before I let go of the soft, supple leather handle.

Simply put, without all the word shenanigans that I love, this bag is beautiful. It is Zac Posen, and cost over a thousand dollars retail. Sadly, this is just a smidgen out of my price range. Puh. Although you surely can't tell from my photo, it is crafted of the finest leather I have ever had the pleasure to touch. Magnificent. There are details around every single square inch yet it doesn't seem over-crowded or over-done. The bow on the front provides all the femininity, but the chain strap brings it back. It is God-made for me.

(Close up of the strap) Theee perfect bag- I feel blessed to have it in my presence. In fact, if it doesn't sell soon I'm afraid I'm going to have to pull a fast one on my own mother and take it.

Another Zac that I'm not quite as smitten with. I think that it's gets me a little uncomfortable because of the geometricality (is it a word?) of the shape and just the general design in the middle.

Goodness I'm freckly. These were her clip- on earrings that she never wore. I like the idea of clip ons, just not putting it into action. I feel that they always manage to fall off me and I end up looking like a pirate all day because NO ONE EVER TELLS ME!!! Sorry. These amused me for some reason and I'm not sure why. Perhaps it's because they are just so over-the- top and ridiculous. They did start to hurt my earlobes after a few minutes of wearing them though.

The one I'm wearing is clearly Fendi, but I don't remember the names of the designers of these bags, I just remember that they are Italian and from Saks. They are rather gorgeous though, aren't they?

There are seriously boxes of designer handbags with tags still on at the Bring N' Buy, all from the lovely and mysterious Ms. X. I will be the first one to say, however, that she had a problem.

This handbag isn't one of hers. It's Patti's own little Louis Vuitton (real, may I add...) and I only added this because I thought she was looking snazzy.