Tuesday, February 26, 2008
I promise to catch up soon!
In the meantime, enjoy some of the web content I've been enjoying:
Trying to find the perfect shade of makeup when the spectrum doesn't cover your skin color in New York Magazine...
The yummy Tory Burch spring/summer line, especially this dress
The dresses from the Banana Republic spring line, which I will be more likely to be able to afford....
The Other Boleyn Girl! The dishiest read about 16th century royals EVER is now a movie! It's like Gossip Girl on an acid flashback.
Ok, off to gargle with ice cold vodka...I mean...warm salt water
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I've spent the past week chez the 'rents for a wild week of wedding planning, visiting friends and general lounging time.
Braving the Barney's Warehouse Sale (albeit on the 6th day after opening) and having to sift through racks upon racks of Kate Moss for Topshop, which was practically discounted to a price-per-pound levels, to find a sweet pair of brown flat boots at half off.
Discussing with my father, fiance, brother, mother, sister, and the hair and makeup team for the wedding whether we thought LiLo's boobs were real or fake. (The verdict? Too saggy to be fake.)
Eating dinner while sitting across from David Schwimmer and not really noticing because the food was so awesome.
Finding out that I still fit into my wedding dress despite horrible holiday eating (whew...)
That's all for now! Will post more about my hair and makeup trial soon...
Friday, February 15, 2008
Yes, at long last, the UK haven for all clothes trendy and cheap will land here and promises to infiltrate and conquer our shores like the colonial bastards they are.
(I'm totally kidding, we can't have a little friendly rivalry Britain? Oh...still pissed about that Revolution thing? Sorry...)
That's right. New York Magazine is reporting that construction has already begun on a SoHo store which will emulate the London flagship, complete with a sweets shop and Kate Moss's unfortunate line. Also, another two stores are in the planning phases.
The best part?
The price points will be the same, but the prices themselves will be different.
Meaning that for anyone who has been to London, picked up a tag and said, "oh, a hundred for this dress that looks exactly like a Balenciaga, that's totally reasonable! Wait a second...that's a hundred POUNDS. That's like, TWO hundred dollars! Holy balls, that's expensive!" and promptly put the garment back on the rack, this is some pretty awesome news.
Looking forward to some serious shopping in the fall....
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Or at least the tiny part of the world who reads this thing.
I mean, it's not like Bob Packwood dirty or anything.
It's just one of those totally dorky little things I shouldn't be saying at my age, but here goes nothing.
I love Teen Vogue.
I don't subscribe. But I definitely buy it at least four times a year on the newstand.
Ok fine! Laugh it up. I'll admit that as I type these words, my face goes red and my head hangs in shame.
But you know what? It's got really cute clothes. At more attainable prices than Big Girl Vogue. And great ideas for mixing and matching high low fashion. It even has a cute article about transforming a girl's bedroom!
And to be perfectly honest, I can relate more to the article about private school kids who binge drink on the weekends than I can to an article about the latest wrinkle filler and fertility treatments.
This month, I found out that the "fashion line" in Gossip Girl is actually a real line called Lorick. She has a lot of sweet, slightly retro looks for spring, including this one...perfect for a relaxed spring day at the office with happy hour drinks later on a patio somewhere...
Plus, I really want the hair that the blonde from Gossip Girl has on the cover. My hair appointment is Friday.
Oh, please, who am I kidding. Serena. I want Serena van der Woodsen's hair.
And! It comes in a handy small size for purses...not that I would be seen reading it in public.
photo courtesy of loricknewyork.com
Friday, February 08, 2008
So, at this opener, we are greeted with Heidi again telling the designers that they will go on a field trip...tomorrow.
For the sake of narrative, just lie to us. Tell us this is happening now. I mean, c'mon.
Oh, and Ricky stays with his model who has one of the most outrageous noses I've ever seen. I'm not saying it doesn't work for her, I'm just saying...wow.
So the next morning, Tim leads the designers downstairs with Christian chirping "Is it fierce?" the whole way. Apparently this is his version of "are we there yet?"
Inside the runway room the designers hear grunts and shrieks which everyone says sounds like someone being tortured, except for Christian who says it sounds like sex noises. Clearly, Christian has never had sex. Or has sex I don't want to think about.
Upon entering, we see that the clients are not having sex, but are, in fact, wrestling! Which they do for a living! In stripper clothes!
That's right...they are the Divas of World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE). Because they are no longer allowed to call themselves the WWF since they lost that lawsuit to the World Wildlife Fund.
So, the challenge is this: design an outfit for each WWE Diva to wear in the ring to fit her "character."
They get to confab with their Diva and then it is off to...I shit you not...the House of Spandex to buy fabric.
Chris and Christian hit the ground running on this one, the former going with an allegedly green (I have HD and I swear that looked yellow to me) leopard print fabric and the latter choosing to do a black leather and lace bonanza. Jillian, clearly sounding like she would rather be back on East Egg in her madras shorts, picks a Diva with an All American sportly style, and goes for a metallic blue shiny fabric. Ricky gets an assload of orange and gold. Whatevs.
Sweet P and Rami really seem to flounder, with Rami picking hot pink stretchness and Sweet P picking a Reynolds Wrap looking fabric.
The stitching sessions are greatly enhanced by the appearance of the Divas for a fitting. They seem almost normal until they whip off their clothes and model the teeny tiny stretchy outfits. Rami eeks out a "you're so toned!" while poking his Diva in the stomach muscles.
During the work sessions, most people seem to be swimming along except Sweet P who is having real issues making anything other than a bandeau top and mini shorts. Her Diva asks her to whore up the outfit with some spangles or feathers, but P balks. Hell, even Tim tried to help. it was just a holographic tin foil nightmare.
Ricky seems content to just bliss out while making what looked like a standard off the rack piece for Everything but the Water, while Christian tried shooting him the look of "you suck" with his eyes.
Onto the runway! Where Michael Kors is just flabbergasted that there are women with actual boobs! And hips! Oh, the humanity!
Top: Jillian, Christian, Ricky
Bottom: Sweet P, Chris, Rami
Christian's Diva just loves hers to death. It's very the artist-formerly-known-as-meets-Professional-Bull-Riding. With boobs.
Jillian's outfit is turning out much better than anticipated, a lot like a boxer's outfit with the short shorts and tie waist. Even the strappy bra top really makes the Diva's torso look leaner and longer than before. However, when she turned around, I think my fiance's eyeballs popped out of their sockets and cried, "I mean! That is butt crease! On network TV!"
Chris's outfit is simply genious and fits the model like a dream. The Diva plyaed up the sass factor, but her shorts were the best of the bunch, not airbrushed on, in black sparkles and the leopard top didn't make her look like she was falling out of anything. And that garter knife thing made it look like she was about to go nijna on their collective asses! Mostly, though, it makes me think I need to hit the gym more often.
Poor Sweet P. Getting the worst take down of the show so far, her model says to her, "it looks like I could have bought it at the stripper store." Note the use of "THE stripper store." Not "A stripper store." There is one stripper store in particular that this woman frequents.
Speaking of strippers, Rami takes his hot pink fabric and makes a hot pink mess. There is this Barbarella meets Barbie bra top and this old lady swimwear skirt which reveals a pair of tiny shorts. Very Debbie Does the Flintstones.
Ricky's outfit ends up looking like his Diva decided to wear boots and fishnets to the beach. Wrapped in one of those foil things they hand out to people who have just finished a marathon. But, god bless his hats, he is just pleased as punch with himself.
The judging comes to pass, and the consensus is that Nina HATESHATESHATES Rami's color choice. He notes that he knew it would be controversial. Like the death penalty and the U.S. stance on torture level controversial. I think Chris Matthews will be talking about it tonight actually.
Ricky gets body slammed (i couldn't help myself!) for it just being a bathing suit with a gold thingy. Sweet P gets the predictable gouges for it not being dramatic enough. Apparently disco balls are no longer dramatic? Huh?
The toss up on the win is clearly between Chris and Christian, and Chris pulls it out! I felt good for him. This outfit was pretty rocking. Chris does his sad face, but c'mon man, you're doing fine. Jillian was set up a possible win here, but that was just for show, I think.
Rami, Sweet P and Ricky are up on the chopping block, with Rami getting the stay early. Sweet P eventually gets let off the hook, but just barely. That leaves Ricky to cry it out on stage alone....
Poor kid. Maybe he can make a hat from the extra gold fabric.
As always, Blogging Project Runway has all the shizz including links to the final collections! Also, I heard that all five of the designers showed at Fashion Week this morning...and that Rami and Christian are the clear favorites for top two...
Do you think they all made it? How many decoys?
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Most eyeshadows will melt away faster than an ice cube on a K Street sidewalk in August, leaving you with a nice little slick of goop right in the crease of your lid for the 6 hours remaining in your day.
Most eyeliner will dribble south of the lower lash border making you look like you came straight to work from the eye makeup remover free home of some dude you met last night at Town Hall, instead of the clean and sober girl that everyone knows you to be.
But with Bobbi's Long-Wear line, you can keep your squeaky clean reputation intact!
Or at least hide all of those indiscretions....
I recently picked up a second color of her Long-Wear Cream Shadow (the first being my fave, Galaxy) in Sand Dollar, a golden taupe color that makes me look polished but not made up. It can be layered with any number of other shadows for a more intense look, but with the nasty winter weather getting me down, I've been sticking with something simple.
The salesperson also used one of the Long-Wear Gel Eyeliners on me. I currently have two, but once I saw her little pot, I realized that it's time to throw mine away. Why? Because her's wasn't all dried up and cracked and dull looking.
Yeah, that's right, I'll admit it, I keep stuff way past it's prime. My fridge has mustards from the Clinton years and I listen to DMB like it's 1998. What up?
Anyhoo, she used the Chocolate Shimmer Ink, a dark brown shade with just a little shimmer. It was nice, but I think I prefer Espresso, which is a wee bit darker and minus the shim.
I also notice that Bobbi has debuted a new Bridal Look, complete with a kit to purchase which includes the Long-Wear Eyeliner. A handy gift for any bride you know who's registry is sold out of items under $100.
Speaking of which....any one have any recommendations for a wedding makeup artist in New York? Help a sister out!
That is rough.
It will totally scare you straight back to watching Tim Russert shining with glee for at least another few hours.