I would google-translate something clever in french but I'm kind of ashamed that I don't know enough to come up with it on my own.

I'm pretty sure I should be studying for midterms, but I did that for awhile today, and my self-diagnosed ADD is kicking in.

Which reminds me... (it doesn't really remind me, it's just a good segue)... GUESS WHO'S GOING TO PARIS???? That's right, ME. Or moi, if I wanted to be all clever and French. WHICH I WILL BE BECAUE I AM GOING TO FRANCE!!!!!!!!!

Meep!

WOW!!! Now, being that I'll be going in late February, I'm starting to make the key decisions about this trip. Would it be strange to carry around a whole baguette with me as I walk around? Or is that just as strange there as it is here, though, our bread isn't even close to their league, so..... could it be excused?

I already found a consignment shop I NEED TO GO TO. They had Margiela leggings for like 38 euros. Meep. We'll be staying in Le Marais, where all the lovely little boutiquey places are, so there will be major major major shopping. And even though it's not at all close, I INSIST on going to at least see the windows of Chanel and Lacroix, just so I can say I did, and so I can have my first heart attack abroad! Well, I've never had one in the U.S. either, but...

Speaking of Chanel (proper segue this time, please note), I've been cyber stalking this bag for a few weeks now. I can't seem to find it anywhere besides Vogue. com, which is good enough because otherwise there would be multiple sources I'd have to check daily. This way at least is simple.

Sigh. It's just perfect. How perfect would it be to just stroll into 31 rue Cambon and just ask for one, and pay for it with a debit card, not even looking at the price tag. It's just like, "Wow, It's Thursday, I think I really need a mint green bag!" While impossible and ridiculous, that is my ultimate dream.

Let's Go Stroll Nonchalantly Up the Fire Escapes

This is so Chanel, I'm relishing in it. It’s like, “Why, yes, I am in my furry tweed suit by Chanel on the fire escapes in Manhattan, and I am very glamorous, so envy me and buy my clothing.” We will Karl, we will.

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.

and what have we here? part two

I lied. Last night I was too tired and too immersed in S.V.U. to even consider using my brain for anything at all. So, this is the continuation of my Chanel posting.

Bits of my favorite part of the collection. The fabrics are so ethereally beautiful, floating in the breeze... The models remind me of smily little beach nymphs, not the angry ones that hide in the woods and bite your ears. That wouldn't be all that fun, I think. I also love the way that they don't have shoes, it's more of a foot jewelry. I would love to try to wear this lovely foot jewelry- but I wonder if it's comfortable? How would it manage to stay on? I don't think they were intended for practical use, but the styling gives it more of the resort feel, as well as the blue toe polish.

I like big hats that entirely block the sun. These are especially pleasant when your skin is of the pasty type and burns easily. I have quite a bit of experience in that field, actually.

It's the classic Chanel tweed, with a summer twist. I would just die if I were to be allowed to wear that beautiful jumpsuit, with the matching blazer. Die. I would, however, change the color because yellow doesn't go too well with the pasty skin mentioned earlier. Besides that, it's perfect. It is such magnificently conservative fabric, but the concept of the jumpsuit is so much more trendy and young. I absolutely adore the contrast. If I were some sort of primitive animal, I would be frothing at the mouth at the thought. Thankfully, I am a tad more sophisticated. Just a tad.

The über Greek gladiator sandals and toe rings (which I usually oppose), also truly complete the other looks.

To conclude, I love Chanel.

and what have we here? part one

I have looked through the Chanel Resort show maybe eighty times now, and I find I am incredibly opinionated about how I feel about the collection. However, I am also exceptionally lazy tonight and I'm afraid I just don't have the energy to go through everything from the eighty seven looks. So, below are photos of what I don't like, (note that there is a very small amount of pictures), and I'll continue the posting tomorrow.

I'm sorry- and I nearly always stand by Karl's ideas and designs, because, well, he's a genius, but I am not prepared to pretend even for a moment that I think this is even slightly attractive. It's ridiculous looking (although I'm sure you couldn't find a better crafted garment...) and almost seems to belong to a very different show(Chico's, perhaps?). The boobage is troubling and it upsets my stomach. Sorry.

I was disappointed when I saw this. It was like BAM! BAM! BAM! high fashion slide after slide, and then I get to, well, a mall chick. The sweater and the boots are great, sure, but a denim skirt? She would fit in seamlessly at any mall in America. I admit, she'd probably stand out a bit because of the high quality of the clothes, but if you took away that- there's a girl dressed for walking around at the mall. I mean, really? Is that what we've come to here? This is not what I've grown to accept from Chanel.

There is something wrong here. I don't get it, and it bothers me. I felt like I really understood the rest of the show- but this look has me positively baffled. Baffled. I'm perfectly fine with the bathing suit and cover-up, but the boots...the boots.... the boots. I get where they came from, the black toe-cover is iconic and classic. I love the ruffles or bunches (I can't entirely identify what they are from this angle), but the fabric and the height of them? I don't know what to do about it. I mean, really I'm not actually going to do anything about it, I just need to understand for my own sanity. I personally think that there could not be a more unflattering boot for that girl, so why did the magnificent Karl do it? I wonder, do they really actually look great on her, but only Karl can see it? Are the rest of us just dumb? Is he laughing at the foolish people in his kingdom who can't understand it as I type? I'm afraid I will never know.