Darling sexy boobies,

I'm obviously way too excited!!
A post!!


A perfect bricolage of trivialities, elaborate contrivances, ideas, nuances and a overwhelming, marked desire to be "good": this is me. It's most of us, I think. I struggle constantly with the ornateness that is fashion and a Buddhist-monk-like need for the pursuit of simplicity, for instance. For world peace.
Naive.

Most times, all is well. These seemingly alternate universes exist harmoniously within me; other times, like the proverbial warring factions, I'm torn by conflict. I'd be minding my business, dreaming up a modern day Audrey Hepburn: skinny ankle-length pants, hair up in a decadent chignon, walking down Fifth okay, so Audrey really transcends time!! Sheesh!! when an alter ego would pop up on the sidewalk knocking down my Audrey?!! Then she, my alter ego, with a disapproving look on her face, would go on to remind me of the catastrophes around the world umm... there's just been a cyclone in Burma!!! and you're thinking of Audrey; shaking up my pleasing reverie and almost causing me to panic. It's unhealthy. Really. Allowing the world's troubles to affect my psyche like that...

I rebuild my Audrey, replace her cigarette holder precariously seductively between her lips. She peers at a window display, reflecting on the prettiness of a quilted 2.55 in a fleshy pink peach.

I sound like a patient in therapy Yikes!!

It's just life, huh



Anyway, that's not what I meant to write about.
I'm back in love with patio/lounge/maxi dresses. Last summer, it was all I wore during the day, practically everyday, and I'll be at it again soon!! Yay!! Well, as soon as the weather permits. While barely-skimming-my-thigh short dresses are a delightful rationale for a major part of my existence, long patio dresses are just so charming, I can't help but fall in love with them again. I just want to host a little soiree in my non-existent backyard okay, I'll settle for my non-existent flat balcony since I'm a city gyrl in one of these pieces!!

The DVF pieces are my faves!! They're just so divine and I want all three. I love, very terribly, the chic simplicity of Caroline Hedaya's dress; for fall, she switches the colors, so that the navy blue is the primary color on the top and the cream portion is the lower portion. And yes, I need them both in my life, so screw me!! Ha!! Besides, I've simply taken to anything Ms Hedaya constructs, she is one of my adored new designers.

Actually, so maybe I lied. The Fendi psychedelic circle pattern dress (bottom right) might be my most fave, it's just that I obviously can't afford it at $2500. I don't know how Mr. Lagerfeld does it, but I think I want to a roll of silk fabric in his hands in one of my next reincarnations.
Top: All DVF
Bottom: L-Caroline Hedaya R-Fendi








Kisses and more decadent kisses.

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No.
You haven't even asked where I've been. You haven't looked. Wondered... I could've been kidnapped willingly on my part *take me darling* by Will, Prince William that is, and held hostage at Clarence House?!!
Would you have known
No.

I'm stalling and trying to deflect blame on my part... [insert plausible excuse for unexplained absence]

I've been busy.
Honestly.
I've been doing a fair amount of traveling, and working on creating my fashion brand I'll tell you more when I can get into it. It's delightful and blah blah, but it's also very tiring. This, accompanied with rather frequent episodes of manic love and desperation as well as a general slacking off has kept me away from you, you see. Life, eh

I'm awful, I know. So while you sit there with that smirk on your face trying to think up a befitting punishment (or your adoring kisses, perhaps please) ponder this:

...Never too late to apologize (for my absence). I've been around the world okay just three steps into my kitchen; yesterday however, that mean sidewalk on Fifth. But, as I recall you like to show off too I'm wearing your Rolex, right (*whisper* Typical douche ...rolex!!) [I] believe in Choos and couture, and Yeah, some think I'm in over my head, but I'll always keep it flying high in the sky. You, me, my Choos forever!! So check my body language, I need that drink!! Then, perhaps we can dance cheek to cheek, right after I'm done sleazy dancing in the mirror *wink*.
One Love.

Okay I need some 'gyrl power' songs!! I went from apologizing to talking to a boy!! To one love for the world HA!! But I'm proud of my mediocre pop culture babble. I'm not old and completely out of touch after all. Yay!!


Fashion raves will continue (and you will forgive me).
Smile.








Double hershey kisses!!

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No question, French Vogue's Carine Roitfeld is chicer than I could ever pretend to be. It's compelling when a fifty-three year old¹ woman an international fashion mag editor, albeit serves as the perfect archetype for le beau monde; more so than the contents of her magazine, or any others for that matter. Ms. Roitfeld seamlessly blends sophisticated glamour with a cavalier French chic in a manner that mere (non-French ha!!) mortal women could only dream!! I mean she's single-handedly resurrected the elegance of Givenchy² footwear the (ankle) gladiator sandals in particular, and made oh so very chic last season's Manolo Blahnik silver tipped ankle boots (for Christopher Kane); all the while donning couture, essentially!! Lord help me if I ever complain about five inch heels ever again as it's obvious Ms. Roitfeld wears them right out of the tub and for 23 hours of each day!! And her confident dislike for accessories and makeup dares me to put my best nude face forward. NOT happening!!³ (I still wish she'd tend to those eyebrows, however. Shhh... I know, how dare I even think it!!) Anyway, I terribly want to be her when I grow up :).






Footnotes:
1. I know, I know. Age ain't nothing but a number... Still...
2. After feeling like pathetic saddo for continuously disregarding the oh so delightful banalities that take place on MTV's The Hills, I actually tuned in one night last week to watch some reruns. And what episode did I happen to watch The one in which the girls have arrived in Paris: while been chauffeured, they're deliberating, with such passion, which stops to make when Lauren's friend blurts out Give-nchy!! Poor Mr. Driver winces as if in physical pain!! as he corrects her pronunciation and I practically blush with embarrassment at the comical sadness of it all. I must admit, however, that I was totally in lust with Lauren's huffy-scruffy French admirer!! Eeewww!!!
3. I just love make up, I'm sorry. I love the natural look that says I-may-look-like-I-have-great-skin-and-my-cheeks-just-catch-the-sunlight-so-but-I'm-really-wearing-expensive-makeup.







French kisses (ha!!)

Thanks for all your votes over at the Glam Network Annual Awards. Love you!!
P.S. I may be back to label her outfits. Or... I may not.

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Even as I anticipate when wearing this deliberate variety of shorts would ever be appropriate FWD's Chic Report intimates shots in the July fall preview of V mag I must say I'm developing a strange predilection for Gisele Bndchen's butt!! So, I decided to document it.
So very sad, I know. It's just so errr... lovely






Kiss. Kiss.

P.S. Vote for me in the annual Glam Network Awards FASHION category.Thank you very much!! :)

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Of course it's naughty and I'm totally up for anything Mr Valli wishes... la Henry Holland:

Half-nude in your alley
'Battista Valli.

Seriously, only a man who successfully juxtaposes ruffles and rock chic is capable of understanding the complex nature of a woman's mind. Body.
Both.
(Available at one of my fave across-the-pond ports: Luisa Via Roma should you want to get it for me.)

I still dream of last summer's famously photographed fuschia-pink dress!!








Intricate lingering kisses.

P.S. The annual Glam Network Awards is taking place now, until the 10th of April. You can vote once each day for in your fave categories. If you love reading my fashion memoirs, vote for me in the FASHION category.Thank you very much!! :)

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