'shoo, fuh-get food, fuh-get shelter. just give me more editorials like this one

I think re-posting the editorials that Fashionista, Fashionologie, and other big, actually-legit blogs have obviously just posted is beyond tacky. It's rude, not to mention lazy.

HOWEVER (and that last sentence was positively careening towards one), I couldn't help it. Honestly.
I fought back the urge successfully at first, but then I had to save the images on my computer because my source website's layout was covering parts of them. And, when they had been restored to their origianal cropping on my computer, there was simply no way that I was not sharing them with you.

So, sorry, sorry, sorry, Fashionista! I promise to never do it again--or until the next time you post such a breathtaking editorial, whichever comes first.

I do have some commentary to add, it being that THIS is how you slap a runway look onto the page.

American Vogue, take notes:

Observe the plain background, sound familiar? One-label looks? Check. Now, and pay attention here, can you spy an ounce of boredom? A resounding NO should be forming in your head.

The looks are all "vintage" (at least for fashion people) from previous seasons, according to the captions. Most of the collections they pulled from are from before my time, but I recognized a few pieces, like the red Rei Kawakubo number and the pink tulle bit of loveliness from Hussein Chalayan.

The images are successful not only because of the superb photography, but because of the emotional reponse achieved by the styling as well. Instead of bluntly portraying a series of runway re-runs, they present the reader with memories. Each look testafies to its designer's enduring creativity, while exhibiting the signature "vibe" that accomplished designers maintain season after season.

In short, they make people go "Awwwwwwwwwww.....good times." and perhaps a bit of "hey, I could pay my rent back then"

And, as if that weren't enough, this editorial makes it official: it is now OH-KAY for to wear your clothes more than once. Thank God, right?

Bad Blogger

Did someone say my name?

Yes, it's true I've been lax in my posting, and I hate to offer up more excuses, but that's all I can do as of right now. School and college essays are muy, muy overwhelming. Would you like some Hispanic renforcement of this fact? I'll give it to you, baby. Uh-huh, Uh-huh!

Here's to NOT wearing beautiful earrings,
....and NOT shopping at lovely flea markets or lovely Black Friday sales

And last but not least, here's to NEVER PARTYING AGAIN

It hasn't been all bad, though. Thanksgiving was delish, as always. My family even cooked this time, which, if you know my family, is a big freakin' deal.

And, of course, there is this bit of wonderful that I got in New York and have been too greedy to share with you, dear readers, until now:

AYE-ay-ay

It's been a while since I last posted, right? Well here's a pretty good summation of my past week:

more to come on classy panties later....

view from room 805

I've never felt more at home.

A Waldorf For Your Whistle

The tie was an impulse when I picked up the sweater and saw iit laying underneath. I was worried about turning into Avril Lavigne (you remember two years ago. I know you do.) when a friend ran up to me and said "Wow, waydabe Blair"

Don't know how I missed it, but am still in love with the outfit. I think I'll wear it on Saturday in NYC, which by the way, is happening in less than two days!

Bring on the sketch. I am so ready.

For Your Viewing Pleasure

A mind map of sorts from this summer.

Don't Egg-leston!!!

hahahahaha, geddit?

As style.com has mentioned a few times recently, The Whitney debuted its William Eggleston exhibit on Friday, and from what I can tell it looks pretty AMAZING. I'll admit, I hadn't heard of the photographer before, but a quick google search and a scan through the porfolios on his website remedied this rather quickly.
For those of you who, like me until recently, have not heard of Eggleston, you should know three things:
1. He was born in 1939
2. He was one of the first to pioneer color photography
3. He's dead.
Other than that, I think the images speak for themselves. Many have an almost architectural element to them. Lines cut sternly across a pallet of siena and gritty blues, leading to--what? A toilet, an absurd party of car crash victims. There is a sense of magical realism throughout his work. Ordinary scenes: a dinner, a living room, a parking lot, are viewed through a charmed, often humorous, lense that gives the viewer a nostaligic appreciation for the life and times of America's middle class.