she’s not really wearing a HORSE print dress, is she?

From today’s wwd:

“The minidress is the new jean.” (and we love that)

“The T-shirt dress is huge for sportswear.” (hmm ok)

“The wide leg will be more important than narrow ever was.” (no kidding)

“There’s a big resurgence in vests.” (it has been since last year, yes?)

“It’s all about color.” (right on)

“The biggest resurgence in the business is the woven top. The T-shirt has gone the way of the jean. It’s the sexy top, and prints are huge.” (anyone want my old t-shirt stock?)

Who knew Glenda Bailey had such a stoner side to her? The astronauts look totally wasted even through the helmets. Whatever they’re into, December Bazaar sure looks better than US Vogue and W combined.




“Moon Party!” | Peter Lindbergh | Harper’s Bazaar | December 2006

Don’t they look amazing? Too bad they broke under the weight of that fat-ass Ikeline Stange

Sequined Maxmara dress…

Fashion is such a fickle bitch. Just when you finally found that ideal pair of skinny jeans and perfected your spot on glam rock hair in comes someone else – younger, cooler and more fashionable than you. They’ve got all the new amazing duds of colors and proportions you’ve never seen before. Just like that, you and your skull scarf are yesterday’s news.

You know we never post a six minute-long video unless there are sexy misbehaving women in it.

This photo makes us want to scream in ecstasy: the paillettes, the rhinestones, the shoulder pads. Catch us because we’re fainting… ahh

Just like us, W is in love with Giles, Versace, Marc Jacobs, Lanvin, sequins, mini-skirts, early 90’s haircuts and Maison Martin Margiela. What more could a girl ask for?

We’ll give you a hint: *hemlines*

Alright, she’s far from edgy these days but still she’s got some of that old-school heroin flair nobody else can quite replicate

Jennifer Howze recalls the memories of her delightfully cringe-worthy meeting with Anna Wintour.

The popular folktake may be old but this part gets us every time: “It seemed sensible to me to wear a few “classic” (aka budget) pieces already in my wardrobe. It was actually a bit noble, I told myself, not putting on airs even for the grand Ms Wintour. Which is how I came to be walking across into the mythical white lobby, kitted out like an 18th-century undertaker: high-waisted black trousers, black brogues, a fussy white silk embroidered shirt and a black frock coat.”

Ouchie…

Crown Heights’ own Jean Paul Gaultier, he’s sticking it to the Brit fashion luminaries for their Adolf Hitler-inspired chachkas. It’s a must-read, even if I say so myself.

Socks layered over tights, dresses over pants and cardis over cardis. All that plus chubby Marc Jacobs shoes (also known as the leading cause of stairwell accidents around town)