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OK, sorry I haven't posted in a really long time because.... I don't know, I just haven't. I've basically been living under a rock and I've had no inspiration. That's about it.

So let us return to the blogging by talking about me and my needs!

I've found my wedding ring, again. From where, you ask? Tiffany's, of course!

And let me tell you, when I am proposed to, (if, that is, I am), I am going to need to see the ring first, because that is simply how it works for me. And I would like at least 1 and 1/2 carats, please. With the band, it's about $25,000, but I still want it. And I will have it or I will buy it for myself and make up an imaginary husband.

I also am strangely fond of this J.Crew dress. It's gorgeous, and I usually wouldn't go for that sort of thing, but I find myself slightly transfixed. I think it's because of the tiered affect of the skirt, and the neckline, and the lace. The softness, you know.

The softness is also in her hair, and her face, because she's like, "Oh! Me? You're taking my picture? Well I better pose and smile with my eyes just like Tyra taught me to!"

Speaking of hair, I miss mine, and don't make fun of me or say I told you so, because it's not that I didn't like my hair, because it was clearly fabulous, but I just miss something to play with in math class. But then when I really have nothing else to do, I feel badly about growing it out because I feel like I'm conforming. And I hate conforming. Hate beyond hate, because you know that every single girl has long hair. It's not because I want to look like other people, I just want long hair. If they all had short hair, then I'd still want long hair.

So that's my little inner conflict for the day. It's very important, I know.

A Confession

Fashion and I have been going through a rough patch lately. I've been disloyal and untrue to it. You could almost compare it to a teenage rebellion, but then you can't because that would be totally off. It's very difficult, you know, getting everything balanced, with the school and the sports and the everything else... that fashion's kind- of been forgotten, or fallen by the wayside, or whichever analogy you please, it just makes me very upset when I think about it. I haven't even had enough time to finish reading The Little Dictionary of Fashion by Christian Dior, (I'm only on F!) which I got for my birthday and couldn't be more excited about. I also have started bringing only Burt's Bees to school instead of my usual lipstick which shows things are really getting out of hand.

I'm still in that 50's-early 60's thing though, and don't you dare ask me to come out of it, because I'm happy here, and I don't want to go anywhere else anytime soon. I'm going to start doing this whole thing again with the blogging, but don't take it for a second as total honestly, because you know I'll have torrential amounts of homework tomorrow just because I said this.

Here's some more of my 50's obsession thing, if you haven't gotten sick of it yet. (If, that is, you're still there at all)

(Louis Vuitton ad, Anne Taintor magnet, Vogue's Magnificent Obsession, Prada shoe, Mad Men, more Vogue, Breakfast at Tiffany's)

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Hello.

I've been terribly lazy lately, and there weren't any sort of postings, but I'm NOT going to do that anymore. I pinky-promised myself, if you'll believe it. But right now, I think I have some oddly abstract case of blogging block (see how clever, like writers block...) and so you see, I don't really know what to write because there are probably eight hundred thousand things that I could say.

It was my birthday on Monday. YAAAAAAAAAAAY. I don't feel older or wiser at all now that I'm fourteen. In fact, I feel more immature, because Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part one comes out November 19th and I can't go anymore than 45 minutes without reminding some poor bystander about it. (That works out to at least once per class period.)

I haven't even the slightest inclination as to what to write next, so I think it would be wise to recap on the Project Runway I missed and get back to this tomorrow.

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I Am Still Shaking

Today was a rather major day for yours truly. I attended Alexander Wang’s fashion show, and before you get some sort of impression that I am well connected, I will tell you that the only reason I got into the show is because my dad manages the building it was held in (Pier 94). I stood, but that’s still beyond marvelous because I was there!

As I don’t have anything from Alexander Wang and it was doubtful anyone would care, I decided to go for a textural bonanza. The peacock feather headband was bought off the street in New York, I spent all my money on that faux- fur jacket from Anthropologie last week, the top is DKNY, I made the shorts, the shoes are Kenzie, and the crocodile bag is vintage.

We saw Andrew from Kell on Earth, the Bravo show about the fashion PR agency. You watched it. At first we (being my mother and I) weren’t sure it was he, but then we saw the hardware bracelets and I knew it was. He is so fabulously Goth and extremely tall. I took this photo from the back (creeper style) before I was sure he was opposed to talking to the common folk. Then I got this picture with him and my mom. He actually is surprisingly nice.

Before the show I also met Alexander Wang’s brother and the CFO of this company. Dennis. He was really polite but I couldn’t talk around him because when I’m nervous I do that, but I did shake his hand.

The show was something. I could see fairly well behind the short people that he is back to deconstruction, there were a lot of cut outs in loose white canvas dresses and pants. Bits of it reminded me of carpenter's clothes, which was helped along by the worker-esqe boots and the 'paint splatter' on both the clothes and in the hair. There were also metallics, and a few sweaters/jackets that made me very pleased. It was far happier than I thought it would be.

I didn't take proper pictures because of my view but here are the ones from the interweb.

I also just about peed myself when I saw that, directly in front of me (in the front row), was The Andre Leon Talley and Grace Coddington. Andre is so much more fabulous in person, and bigger. I swear he was over seven feet tall. Grace has this elegance to her that you can just feel, even fifteen feet away. I got these stalker shots from the back, and then my mother chased Mr. Talley, telling him that he looked gorgeous, and got this picture. I love it.

And then. The unthinkable happened. (If that was unthinkable enough for you) Just as we were walking back from the show, whom did we see but Bradley. FROM THE RACHEAL ZOE PROJECT!!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME, WORLD???? I just about died, right there. He was so so so nice to us. I, of course geeked out and couldn’t speak, except to tell him my name after I remembered, but we took this. He is so gorgeous I cannot even BEGIN to tell you.

And then, like in a movie (I keep replaying it in my head) THE RACHEL ZOE and RODGER walked up and were like “Yeah Brad, you’re so gorgeous,” because I think my mother said that to him, but I’d temporarily lost my hearing, so I’m not sure. She was wearing a baggy, navy blue jumpsuit and berry lipstick (which I died for). I wanted to stop them to get a picture too, but I’d also lost the ability to speak.

It was very euphoric, actually being there, so much more than watching it online, I felt like I was in a bit of a daze afterwards. Perhaps I was high off fashion.

Watching too much Rachel Zoe leaves you saying things like 'Those shoes are MAJOR!" in everyday context. This is why I'm not ready for school.

In my wildest Louis Vuitton Fall 2010 fantasies, I wear either these Prada shoes or the Louis Vuittons. Sometimes, there's a Louis on one foot and a Prada on the other.

Also, high school begins tomorrow. This is very meh because for THE FOURTH YEAR IN A ROW I have not received my Hogwarts letter. Tomorrow will be another year, watching the clock for when the Hogwarts Express leaves without me.... again.

And don't make fun of me because you know you secretly cried when you didn't get your letter.

Dear Marc Jacobs,

Thank you, thank you, thank you for your Fall 2010 ready-to-wear collection for Louis Vuitton. I can tell you quite honestly that I have never loved anything else with such intensity. It is something that we so desperately need in these times, femininity! You see, I’ve been agonizing over these ridiculous utilitarian and rock n’ roll and gothic and really just trends with no softness. It was like everyone had forgotten about the beauty in such classic glamour, about what women are supposed to look like: beautiful. It seemed for a moment there that feminine and delicacy was mistaken for weakness, while everyone stomped about in their leather pants and platform over-the-knee boots. But it’s not! You shouldn’t have to be dressed so hard and severe to be seen as strong! To the contrary, your gorgeous clothing portrays nothing if not strength in a woman! We shouldn’t have to dress like men to appear to be equal; we should dress like women and be exceedingly better! So I thank you for reminding us of that.

I also love love love love the 50’s inspiration, so ladylike. There wasn’t a skirt above the knee in that entire collection, (much less pants) yet it was so sexy without being vulgar. It highlighted the best parts of a woman, and cleverly disguised the rest. It showed women how they really are, with curves. Most of us don’t look like teenage boys, and it’s refreshing to see someone design for that part of the population.

And by the way, I also taped every single one of the 54 looks in that collection (55 if you include the photo of you on the runway) to my wall so I can stare at it for hours on end without my computer dying.

And the ad campaign is so beautiful I could cry.

Also, I love you.

Always,

Drew