Showing posts with label Let's Get Philosophical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Let's Get Philosophical. Show all posts

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Death Becomes Me

I have the flu. I have not gotten out of the sweat pants plus t-shirt combo for two days. Also my hair is a mess. I feel terrible and I just read that Chanel is making a Segway scooter. There is a shop downtown that rents Segways. I wonder if they will have the Chanel version? All I know is that this is making me question my existence. Did you know that they are remaking The Never Ending Story? First Escape to Witch Mountain and now this. The world is entering a terrible and unfortunate age. Or maybe not. All I know is that these things are happening and someone else got the Stella McCartney for LeSport Sac bag that I wanted from Gilt Group.
Pretty black dresses to wear to the funeral of the world as we know it:
When you are attending the funeral for an idea, not something tangible, it is thoroughly appropriate to look sexy. You should not wear a one shouldered dress to your step father's funeral but who the hell cares when it is something that did not really exist. Unless you just read Slaughterhouse 5 and you are not sad about his death because, you know, he is alive in the past and right now? That body is just not really in a good state. But I doubt Serena reads. Also this dress does not show enough cleavage for our flaxen haired friend. RM by Roland Mouret sleeveless black dress, $2,180
Did you know that it was Mardi Gras this week? That somehow or other slipped by me. Probably becuase that was the day that I fell ill. I looked good too (90s Prada shoes, wool tights, striped shirt dress, vintage waist belt, and a purple J. Crew cardigan). Once again, the perfect party dress for the end of the world as we know it. Why is everything suddenly so apocolyptic? Why must pop culture decide to ruin everything that I love and know? Will March 16 ever come? Charlotte Ronson Audrey dress, $246
Helmut Lang dresses have a habit of bringing out the vaugely slutty and curvaceous side of me. I know I would end up wearing this dress with my suede platform heels and my faux leather jacket and be righteously mean to everyone. It is no matter though, because I love this dress. $345

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Porn

A friend of mine sent me a link to Supremefreak (The place for high fashion porn) and it reminded me of all the porny things that we love in life. Like spending an entire free block drooling in front of the computer screen as you zoom in on the Christian Louboutins on Net-A-Porter. Shoe porn, my friends. Or the pin up girl calendar that came with my Frnech Vogue. Seriously, what do I do with it? I would put it up in my room because the pictures are pretty, but seriously, I dont' know if I want to be the girl with a model dressed up as a sex scout on her wall. My mother suggested giving it to my brother, but I could never let those lovely little pictures go to THAT use. Then there's Bettie Page, who started out as a regular naughty girl and turned into a fashion icon. And what about Venus de Milo and American Apparel ads?
Oh sex and sexy things and beautiful women, will we ever get enough?