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Friday, July 30, 2010

I Felt Impotent And Out Of Control

I changed the name and address of the blog as an homage to my favorite movie, Clueless and to better represent my current state of mind.  On Friday I went to the beach employed.  On Monday I came home unemployed.  Clearly I've been on a manic emotional spiral, but also it's strangely liberating that I might be able to do what I actually want. I'll be 23 next month, sans income, a job or direction (except of course, towards the mall). I may not have any working capital at the moment, but I have some amazing friends, amazing friends with some great prescriptions.  Last night my cheapest friend in the entire world surprised me with a blown up picture of the two of us (when we were skinny), some sedatives and she treated to dinner.  I don't know how long this gravy train is going to last, but I'm riding this wave into the sunset.  So a few tall boys later I'm walking home from a bar and right into a pyschic's "office."  I find that the best advice comes from those who are crazier than you, which is why Miss Dee was right up my alley.  I've been to a physic once before when I was a freshman in college.  A few of my friends and I were walking along the rural Pennsylvanian streets of our College town and decided to pop in for a five dollar palm reader.  Much to all of our surprises, she nailed all but one on the head. Last night was shockingly the same experience.  Homegirl Dee told me to come right in as soon as I got in because she could sense I was in a great deal of turmoil.  Understatement of the century.  Good news though, I'm apparently carrying a lot of anger for things that happened in my past life, but it should all get resolved in this one.  Well she told me she could heal me tomorrow for $110 dollars and gave me a cat's stone to rub above my navel for three minutes and chant "I have no room for negativity" before I went to sleep.  Well, I did and surprisingly I don't feel as low as last night. I'm hoping it has more to do with the cat's eye stone under my pillow rather than the pills on my desk.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Jules Reid Blog Sale

A while back I did a post on Gypset fashions and included the oh so amazing Jules Reid collection.  Her stuff can be found on her website and other speciality stores like Calypso.  As much as I would love to pretend I was tall and skinny enough to wear her things around The Hamptons, the price tag is a little hefty, but luckily she is offering a sale exclusively to the blogesphere.  Enter blog25 to receive 25% off your purchase. If I wasn't coming dangerously close to my credit card limit I would be scooping up the following:
 

These pants and that dress in the pink and orange. Happy shopping!

EmersonMade Clothing Line And Farmhouse

Now that I have returned from the dark abyss I drank myself to I decided to actually peruse the web and you can always leave it to Chic Geek to stay on the ball and report on her fantastic brand spanking new clothing line.  I've been a fan of Emersonmade for a while; she made a name for herself with giant floral broaches and belts, perfect for accenting everything from your wedding sash to your navy blazer.  A few months back, Design Sponge posted pictures of the New Hampshire farm Emerson and her mantastic husband ditched Manhattan for.  I consider anything above 50th street the suburbs, but this home makes green acres look oh so chic.
 Totally impractical for eating around, but berry, berry nice to look at.

 I love the use of burlap in unexpected places, but this table runner with their monogram might be my favorite.

This one is without a doubt my favorite; leopard and hunters are really all a gal needs.  I'm not so sure what the homage to Charlston Heston is all about, but you can totally see that the ex-Manhatanites still remember where they came from. 
Actually, this may be my favorite picture. I have a severe couple crush. Not only is she talented she found someone else, an absurdly good looking someone else, that loves her so much he is also her business partner. How? Oh, she's a ten. Got it.  Check out the clothing collection via Chic Geek.  I am going to email about the jeans and the white confetti dress, because, why not?

My Favorite Painting: The Bankers Daughter By Gustav Klimt

In my past life I might've been Mada Primavesi.  I was definetly Princess Anastasia, but I might've been Mada.  I can't remember the first time I saw this painting hanging in the impressionist wing of The Met, I was most likely too young to remember it, but on a return trip in High School I found myself spending more time in front of her than any Monet, Piccaso or Manet.  Prominent Moravian (?) banker Otto Primavesi and his actress wife Eugina Primavesi commissioned Austrian painter Gustav Klimt to paint a portrait of their spirited and spoiled daughter Mada. The Bankers Daughter was finished in 1912 and stands out not just because of Klimt's legacy but because artists of the time were still painting more traditional poses and stances when it came to commissioned children's portraits.  Klimt surrounds her in fairy-tale, a feeling that every little girl dreams of and this Mada bitty got to live.  This painting is my happy place; she's gorgeous, her outfit is slamming, love the headpiece and purple is my favorite color.  Although it's more likely Grace Coddington comes knocking on my door than ever owning this picture I plan on using it as the inspiration piece for my non-existent, most likely never happening daughter's room.  How hard is the artist who I "commission" to do a portrait of said non-existent spawn going to laugh in my face when I ask him to do something a-la Klimt? I might get hit. Probably wouldn't be the first time.

A Look At The Paris Couture Shows

The Couture shows were in Paris this week and I was particularly in love with Chanel, Christian Dior, Elie Saab and Givenchy.  Each designer is so distinct in their aesthetic, but there were some common threads that connected them all.  Here is a look at my favorite looks.  Pictures from Style.com.
 When you think of fall you think of more muted palettes but this season I was really shocked to see such an abundance of color on the runway.  John Galliano was obviously influenced by flowers, which is an inspiration that can seem generaic, but instead of doing floral print after floral print, he created something alarmingly beautiful.  The dresses look like flowers but in no way are costumes, like Bjorc's swan getup.
 I love myself some sparkle and these metallic creations are aaaaaaaaaaamazing.  If I had a red carpet event to attend I would be all over that Givenchy number in the top right.  A close second would be the Elie Saab short sleeved dress in the front.
 There was of course no shortage of the fall stand-byes; lots of neutrals, blacks and burnt reds, but they were all kept fresh with some metallic, feather and fur finishes thrown in the mix.  The Givenchy feather dress in the bottom left is just crazy great.
Red was another hot hue for Fall 2010 and it never looked so good. Elie Saab did it best (on top) mixing textures and fabrics and creating shapes that flatter all types.  Read how to bring these trends into your home on the 9-5 blog.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Gossip Girl In Paris

I don't know if everyone has seen these pictures, but everyone's favorite duo is looking beyond stylish in Paris and I cannot WAIT for the next season.  Thanks Popsugar for the photos.

 What do you like better, those bright blue Tibi pants or Ed Westick? I know, when Ed Westick is involved it's hard to think about pants.


Goodbye To The Hills

So I'm kinda actually sad about The Hills ending. I've spent the past four years watching this show that is 75 percent music and scenery shots, 15 percent drunken fueled, scripted drama, 8 percent incest and 2 percent Heidi Montag's fake breasts and although its provided some great background noise and US Weekly covers, I'll never miss anything like I'll miss Laguna Beach.  Since my high school experience was more E True Hollywood Story than MTV, I lived vicariously through these people. Here is a look back on the show that launched The Hills and made these delightfully vapid humans household names.
Lo was always my favorite and still is. She calls it like she sees it and seems to be the least affected person of the bunch.


 Who can forget the love triangle between LC, Kristin and Stephen.  I was always on team LC, she isn't actually a fame whore and was smart to skip The Hills before Spiedi took over and showed us what George Manson was like before he had followers.
 God Stephen is a ten.  Why wasn't he on The Hills and more to the point how did he date Hayden Panettiere for so long?
 How can you not be on team LC after Kristin's choice in accessories. That is a chocker. A legit chocker.  Apparently when producers developed the idea they originally wanted it to be at Beverly Hills High School, but the school wouldn't play so they moved to Laguna.  The high school agreed to allow MTV to shoot inside but they needed to see the scenes and approve the story-line ahead of time.  Three-hundred students auditioned for the show, but they couldn't find their go-to story line.  The name Stephen kept popping up and producers scrambled to find the bro that send ladies hearts aflutter.  After they tracked him down, in a library of all places, he revealed the pubescent, torrid romance between him, Kristin and LC and bam, they had their  plot.  All seemed as tied together as a yearbook and then Janet Jackson had to go let Justin Timberlake go to second base with her during the MTV produced Superbowl halftime show and the school pulled the plug.  What could've been the end turned into the show's saving grace; we now got to watch the crew hook up in hot tubs, drink out of Poland Spring water bottles and talk about feelings on the beach.

 and here are some pigtails... Photos MTV
After this crew graduated and the show became unbearable, producers got wise and went back to LC, their Golden Goose and followed her into Los Angeles as she "attended" fashion school and "worked" at Teen Vogue.
 LC pulled the ultimate buckle by not going to Paris to stick around with D-bag numero uno on the left.
 I feel bad for them; if I had to live my awkward wardrobe choices in front of the world... sorry I just trailed off to the days where I thought Lilly Pulitzer was next to Christian Dior.



 Oh, Spiedi, how you repulse me so.
Whelp, it truly is the end of an era; before it was Road Rules, then it was Real World and our generation will always have these dweebs. 

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

I'm Alive! {I Think...}

So I've been really horrible at updating the blog, which I'm sure has had everyone on pins and needles, but my Neapolitan complex has turned into a P.Diddy complex as I've been jetting off to The Hamptons pretending I can afford it each weekend. To make up for that I'm going to be true to my word and giveaway the earrings that I promised.  After using random.org the winner is Ryane Murray! Cool name and contact me to claim your prize!